Chapter 70

My mother glanced at me with her beautiful eyes: “If all else fails, why don’t you just acknowledge your teacher, Chu Ning, as your mother?”

I squatted down beside my mother and hugged her soft, slender legs tightly: “No way, my mother is the best in the world, I wouldn’t trade her for anyone else.”

My mom’s legs feel so comfortable to hug, I wish I could hug them forever…

“Your teacher, Ms. Chu, is so beautiful, she would be perfect to be your mother…”

I quickly interrupted, “No one is as pretty as you. Mom is the most beautiful person in the world.”

The mother looked disgusted: “That’s so cheesy. I don’t know which girl you learned to be so glib.”

“You can’t falsely accuse someone for no reason.”

“I wouldn’t wrongly accuse anyone, not you.” Mom shook my legs, which I was hugging. “Let go.”

Reluctantly, I released my mother’s legs, then glanced longingly at her beautiful feet in a pair of high-end stilettos of an unknown brand: “I admit my mistake, can you eat now?”

“It’s not over yet.”

Her mother narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, her sharp gaze piercing straight to the heart: “Tell me honestly, what is your relationship with Chu Ning?”

My heart skipped a beat, but I calmly replied, “What kind of relationship could there be? It’s just a teacher-student relationship, isn’t it?”

“It’s that simple.”

“Mom, you overthink things.” I casually put my arm around my mother’s shoulder. “Although Teacher Chu is very beautiful and your son is very handsome, you can’t doubt our pure teacher-student relationship!”

The mother’s lips curled slightly, her expression clearly disbelieving: “Do you think I’d believe that? If you two really have nothing going on, why did you see her husband looking so unhappy?”

Mom has such keen observation skills…

I forced myself to remain calm: “Yes, Mom, to be honest, Teacher Chu is so beautiful. Everyone loves beauty, and I’m a teenager. Isn’t it normal to have a little bit of that kind of thought? After all, everyone has a desire to possess beautiful things.”

“However, Mom, don’t worry. Although I’ve had that thought a little, your son and Chu Ning have absolutely no other relationship.”

My mother looked suspicious and her expression was unreadable. She seemed not to have expected me to be so open and honest with her, so she was a little unsure of me for a moment.

I tightened my arms, pulling my mother’s upper body close to my chest, and continued to “lie,” saying, “Besides, no matter how pretty Teacher Chu is, she’s not as pretty as you. And she’s so much older than me, how could I possibly like her?”

As I said this, I silently apologized to Teacher Chu Ning in my heart. Although Teacher Chu Ning’s beauty was slightly inferior to my mother’s, she was still a rare and stunning young woman.

If we had to rate all the beautiful women in the world, and if Mom gets a perfect score, then Teacher Chu Ning would get 99.9 points.

My mother’s expression improved slightly when she heard the first part of my sentence, but her expression changed slightly when she heard the second part.

Noticing the change in my mother’s expression, my heart skipped a beat. Could it be that my mother thought I thought she was too old?

After all, her mother was a bit older than Chu Ning.

After a pause of nearly half a minute, Mom said in a harsh tone, “Right now, you should focus all your energy on your studies. Don’t think about these things you shouldn’t be thinking about. From now on, concentrate on preparing for the college entrance exam, understand?”

“Okay.” I placed the food in front of my mother. “Can we eat now?”

“Mmm.” Mom patted my arm. “Stop hugging me, you’ve wrinkled my clothes.”

I smiled and released my mother’s shoulder, saying, “When I come back, I’ll make a lot of money and buy you a villa, just for you to store your clothes.”

My mother didn’t respond to my words; she just silently ate the red bean and glutinous rice porridge.

“How does it taste?”

Mom nodded gently: “It’s alright.”

“Is it just okay?”

Mom stopped talking again.

I stared at my mother’s flawless face and couldn’t help but smile like an auntie, saying, “Mom, why are you so hard to please, like a girl?”

The mother calmly replied, “Really? Am I as difficult to please as other girls?”

I smiled, how could I not understand what my mother meant by probing? I immediately said, “Of course she’s harder to coax than you.”

The mother looked puzzled: “What do you mean?”

I deliberately leaned close to my mother’s ear, as if whispering something, my warm breath hitting her fair face: “In my eyes, you’re just a girl, so it’s just as hard to coax you as it is to coax a girl.”

I was extremely nervous when I said those words; my heart was pounding like a deer’s.

On the surface, this sentence was meant to make my mother happy, but deep down, it was a way of expressing my feelings to her, and could even be described as a “love confession.”

I stood next to my mother, secretly observing her expression, trying to glean something from her reaction.

Upon hearing this, the mother paused for a moment, then put down her spoon and sighed softly, “I’m almost forty years old, how can I still act like a girl?”

Upon hearing this, I had a sudden realization: Oh no, it seems that my mother really took my comment about Teacher Chu Ning being old to heart.

I rushed forward, but in my panic, my movements were momentarily erratic.

In my haste, I cupped my mother’s pretty face in my hands, stared into her beautiful eyes, and said with utmost seriousness, “In my heart, Mom will always be a girl, forever young and beautiful.”

My mother tilted her head back and stared at me blankly. Our eyes met and intertwined. In that instant, a subtle resonance quietly ignited between us.

Without a sound or a movement, the mother and son’s gazes transformed into an invisible current, reaching the deepest part of each other’s hearts.

My mother and I gazed into each other’s eyes for a long, long time. I don’t know how much time passed before my mother awkwardly turned her head away, a slight blush appearing on her fair cheeks that lingered for a long time.

Coming to my senses, and seeing my mother’s silent expression, the love I felt for her almost overflowed like a flood.

I suppressed the urge to confess to my mother and broke the silence by saying, “Mom, have some more porridge.”

Mom slowly shook her head: “Never mind, Mom really doesn’t have an appetite.”

Seeing my mother’s troubled expression and the unspeakable sorrow in her eyes, I felt extremely remorseful and hated myself for speaking without thinking.