Chapter 5
"Excuse me, I'm looking for books on Taoist magic and arts. Do you know where I might find them?" I asked, feigning nonchalance as I walked up to the beautiful woman.
She seemed surprised to encounter someone there. She looked up at me, her long, slender neck arching gracefully. Her face, framed by black-rimmed glasses, was enchantingly beautiful, yet her expression was cold.
"Sorry, I don't know," she said coldly, her voice rich and magnetic, before lowering her head to flip through the book in her hands.
I'd been rebuffed. Her icy demeanor only piqued my interest further. I positioned myself to her right rear, unabashedly admiring her voluptuous and sensual curves. Then, with a shameless grin, I asked again, "Oh, I thought anyone here reading classical texts would know about this sort of thing."
The beauty ignored me. I started browsing other books nearby, not daring to strike up another conversation. After a while, she closed her book, returned it to the shelf, and happened to see me holding a book titled "A Study of Chinese Taoist Culture and Folklore." She paused for a moment, then asked me, "What department are you in? What's your name? What are you looking for these books for?"
Seeing her initiate conversation, I quickly closed my book and said with a smile, "Hi, I'm actually not a student at Jinghai University. I'm still in high school, just very interested in this stuff. I saw this unique library and decided to take a look while I was passing by."
"My name is Zhou Bin, I'm a student at No. 6 High School."
"Zhou Bin...?" The beauty looked surprised when she heard my name. Her eyes scanned me up and down, as if inspecting a novel piece of merchandise.
"Yes, why?" I asked, puzzled.
"Hehe, nothing," she said, her expression returning to its cold elegance. "A high school student should focus on their studies. You can read these trivial books after you get into college."
My gaze was fixed on the full, high breasts straining against her black shirt, rising and falling as she spoke. I inhaled the intoxicating scent emanating from her body, and my cock began to harden.
I smiled and said, "Thanks for the advice, Professor. Are you a teacher here? I've just been interested in this since I was a kid. My dad also said I should read about it in my spare time, that understanding traditional culture is a good thing."
Hearing this, she actually gave a slight smile. Her exquisitely shaped brows and long-lashed eyes lifted, revealing a hint of charm. She walked over on her beautiful, stocking-clad legs, took the book from my hands, and flipped through it with a disdainful look. "Even if you want to learn about it, there's no need to read these nonsensical books full of gibberish."
She raised a delicate hand to smooth a stray lock of hair by her temple, revealing her fair cheek and ear. My heart fluttered. "So, Professor, are you knowledgeable in this area? I've always wanted to know about our ancient Taoist culture, and all those legends about immortals and magic arts."
"Taoist culture and the culture of Taoist priests are two different things. You mustn't confuse them," she said in a serious tone.
"Ah... this, I'm completely lost," I murmured. The beauty had actually started lecturing me.
She gave me another thorough look and said lightly, "Hehe, for a young man like you to be interested in such old-fashioned things is rather amusing."
"However," she said, taking a business card from her purse and handing it to me, "You did come to the right person. If you're genuinely interested, you can contact me."
I took the card, which carried a faint jasmine fragrance. It read: "Professor Zhu Yun, Department of History, Jingzhou University," followed by her contact phone, landline, and email.
So she really was a professor here, and in the History Department at that. I looked up, and with the "clack-clack-clack" of her high heels, she had already picked up the books she wanted to borrow and was walking down the stairs, her waist swaying gently. All that was left was the captivating scent of her perfume lingering around me and the sight of her enchanting, tall, and curvaceous figure as she walked away.
On the way home, I kept replaying the beauty's every move in my mind. Although she was cold and aloof, she had actually given me her contact information and told me to look her up. Haha, it seemed my luck with women was really turning around lately.
When I got home on my bicycle, it was almost dinner time. I returned to the villa, parked my bike in the side garage, when the sound of a car engine approached. I looked toward the main house and saw a luxurious Rolls-Royce drive through the gate. I had never seen this car before, it looked incredibly opulent and massive.
I was puzzled. Whose car was this? I hadn't heard Mom buying a new car.
The Rolls-Royce stopped at the villa entrance. A tall, middle-aged man stepped out of the rear passenger side. He looked vaguely familiar. Dressed in a sharp suit, he was about 1.8 meters tall, with a square face that exuded the steadiness of a mature man. His clothes were impeccable, his demeanor suave, and he radiated the confidence of a successful man.
The man walked to the other rear door and opened it. A long, voluptuous, beautiful leg, sheathed in black silk stockings, emerged. It stepped onto the ground in a 10 centimeter black high heel, the movement elegant yet full of potent allure. My fashionably dressed mother stepped out of the car with graceful poise. Her glossy black hair was styled in a high bun. She wore a blue, sleeveless, tight-fitting dress that left her fair, tender arms bare. The plunging neckline reached the top of her chest, and her full, round breasts seemed ready to burst from the fabric. From the neckline, one could glimpse her full breasts and a deep, snow-white cleavage. A yellow silk belt was cinched at her waist, accentuating her already perfect, slender figure. The tight skirt of the dress hugged her full, round, ample hips. Her plump, shapely long legs were clad in ultra thin, high quality black stockings, the lines of her thighs and calves as smooth and even as silk.
This business attire of hers clung to her full, voluptuous body, appearing dignified without being conservative, mature yet with a touch of charm and sensuality, a perfect balance.
As she got out of the car, her tight skirt was so constricting that her full, long legs couldn't be spread far apart. She had to use the strength of her hips to shift her ample buttocks, swinging one leg out first.
Naturally, the short hem of her skirt was pulled up, and from the middle-aged man's angle, it seemed inevitable that he might have gotten a glimpse up the blue dress.
After stepping out of the luxury car, my mother seemed a little unsteady. She extended a delicate hand, and the man, with perfect timing, took it to support her. Once steady, she elegantly tugged the hem of her tight dress down. The skirt was very short, barely covering a third of her plump thighs. Most of her full, fleshy, sexy legs, wrapped in black silk, were exposed, hinting at a decadent allure.
"Who is he? He looks so familiar. Why would Mom be riding home in his car?" I wondered, a pang of unease hitting me.
Mom seemed ready to say goodbye, but the man was still talking to her. Though not particularly handsome, his mature face was lit with a confident smile. He stood very close to her, suggesting their relationship was more than just casual.
Mom smiled and chatted with him, her every gesture exuding a sexy, charming grace. Her top was stretched tight by her full chest, her snow-white, ample breasts and alluring cleavage right before the man's eyes, seemingly radiating heat. Yet, the man's gaze remained straight ahead, looking like a gentleman..
After they talked for a while, the man bid her farewell very gentlemanly, got back into the Rolls-Royce, and drove away.
I quickly ran over and just saw my mom entering the house. She elegantly slipped off her high heels onto the shoe rack and swayed her slender, willowy waist into the living room.
"Mom, who was that man just now?" I asked, my tone less than friendly, looking at her exquisitely madeup, pretty face.
"Xiao Bin, you're just back?"
"You don't recognize him? He used to hold you all the time when you were little. You called him Uncle Weixin. Remember?"
As she walked into the living room, putting down her purse, her round, perky buttocks swayed with each step. She carried the takeout containers she was holding into the kitchen.
Uncle Weixin?
I started to remember. I walked to the kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame, watching the sexy curve of her back as she moved, still in her fashionable and exquisite outfit. "You mean that former subordinate of Dad's, Jiang Weixin?"
As she started to arrange the food, she said, "That's right. And he was so good to you when you were little, yet you needed me to remind you!"
I remembered now. This Uncle Weixin was a subordinate in my father's company years ago, promoted entirely on my father's backing. He was also very capable, which earned our family's appreciation.
Later, due to a business loss, Jiang Weixin took all the blame and resigned, leaving our family's company. But Dad was always very good to him, continuing to provide help and support. I later heard he started his own business and became very successful, wealthy man in his own right. By that account, he was quite a legendary figure.
When I was little, Uncle Weixin often came to our house. Not only did he help Dad with business, but he also often helped with personal errands. He was always very kind to me, bringing back toys and the latest gadgets from his trips abroad, so I liked him a lot.
But as Dad's business gradually went bankrupt, coupled with Mom and Dad's divorce, Uncle Weixin's visits to our home became less frequent. Plus, he was middle-aged now, so I hadn't recognized him at first.
"Oh, I remember now. I haven't seen him in years. Mom, why did he give you a ride? Didn't you drive yourself today?" I asked.
Mom started stir frying some vegetables. She was not only a formidable businesswoman but also excellent at housework, capable of cooking a wonderful meal. As she cooked, she said to me with a smile, "I ran into him at a business event a while ago. He's doing very well in real estate and apparel now and has a wide network. So, Mom discussed with him the possibility of expanding our sales channels."
After speaking, Mom turned her head, a playful look in her eyes. "What's wrong, Xiao Bin? Did you get jealous seeing Mom come home with him?"
I immediately denied it, "No, of course not! I just happened to see it and wanted to ask who he was! I'm not that petty!" With that, I walked out of the kitchen.
During dinner that evening, I felt distracted. Being a man myself, I was a bit worried about the way Uncle Weixin looked at my mom. It didn't feel like the look of just a friend or a business partner.
Mom made idle chatter with me about some interesting things at her company and in society, her beautiful eyes glancing at me from time to time. She had probably seen right through my thoughts, as the corners of her mouth were curled in a knowing smile. I had no idea what was going through her mind.