Chapter 24: The Gentle Mother’s Cold Shoulder
Chapter 24: The Gentle Mother’s Cold Shoulder
President Xu continued to press his invitation for Mom to join him for a banquet, while Uncle skillfully parried his advances. Every word exchanged between them was laced with hidden meanings.
Though this President Xu was being shamelessly persistent, I felt a flicker of irritation rising within me. Still, it wasn't my place to speak up.
For one, given the sheer scale of Chiyue Group and Zhongtai Oil and Gas, the projects they discussed involved hundreds of millions, if not billions, of yuan. I wasn't sure if the contracts had been signed yet; it would be a disaster if my impulsiveness cost Chiyue Group a major deal.
Secondly, I was merely a student. Without status or a formal position, it was inappropriate for me to interject in such a setting.
"Mom."
I called out softly, stepping up to her side.
As my voice fell, the atmosphere in the room visibly stiffened.
President Xu’s face twitched. He sized me up and gave a dry laugh. "Like mother, like son! Your boy is quite the handsome young man!" Mom was wearing a pair of CL stilettos; already standing at a net height of 173 centimeters, the heels made her half a head taller than President Xu.
Mom offered a faint smile. Tall and elegant, she effortlessly draped an arm around my shoulder. "Thank you for the compliment, President Xu. My son is good in every way—he’s just a bit disobedient." I felt a bit speechless. Was this really the right thing to say in this situation?
However, I couldn't undermine her in public. I could only follow President Xu’s lead and let out two dry chuckles, making the scene even more awkward than before.
Mom shifted her posture, gently hooking her arm through mine. She took the insulated lunchbox from my hand and smiled thinly. "President Xu, it’s not that I’m unwilling to attend. I have a bit of a stomach ailment and can’t handle the food at banquet halls."
"Otherwise, my son wouldn't have to come to the group headquarters every day to deliver my meals. Please, I hope you understand." Having been told as much, President Xu—being a man who cared for his reputation—couldn't very well keep pestering her.
"Very well, then," he said. "We shall have to gather another time when fate permits."
Uncle spoke up at the perfect moment. "President Xu, this way, please."
President Xu nodded, his expression none too pleased, and led his entourage away alongside Uncle.
As the crowd dispersed, only Mom, Zhao Qing, and I remained.
Zhao Qing bowed slightly. "President Chi, Young Master... Young Master Lin, I’ll be heading off as well."
Mom nodded gently and instructed, "You’ve worked hard today. Make sure to get some rest and remember to eat lunch." Zhao Qing bowed again and finally left, clutching a stack of documents.
Suddenly, the vast floor fell silent, leaving only Mom and me.
The moment Zhao Qing was gone, the gentle, smiling mask on Mom’s beautiful face vanished, replaced by a chilling calm.
She looked as composed as if she were facing a complete stranger.
The jade-like hand that had been hooked around my arm let go. She set the insulated lunchbox on the floor and, without a backward glance, walked toward her private elevator.
She didn't even bother to look at me.
Mom is still angry...
What I feared most wasn't Mom hitting or scolding me; it was her giving me the cold shoulder and ignoring me. It felt worse than death.
I quickly grabbed the lunchbox and chased after her, gently taking her hand. "Mom, still mad?"
Mom shook my hand off. Her face remained an emotionless pool of water, but her pace quickened.
"My dear Mother, please don't be angry anymore."
I reached for her hand again, but she deliberately dodged me. I tried several times without success.
Steeling my resolve, I simply hooked my arm through hers, just as she had done to me moments ago.
I pleaded softly, "What kind of mother holds a grudge against her son? Besides, those two things I said this morning weren't even a rebuttal, were they?"
Mom still didn't respond. Her face remained cold as she tried to wrench her arm free again.
I followed helplessly by her side. She kept walking, and even in eight-centimeter high heels, she moved like the wind.
I stepped directly in front of her, blocking her path.
To my surprise, Mom didn't swerve. She walked straight into me. I stumbled back in a panic, lost my footing, and landed hard on my backside.
"Fuck."
I couldn't help but curse. I felt like my ass had split in two.
I rubbed my throbbing rear, cursing my luck—that was the second time I’d fallen today.
Ignoring my own pain, I scrambled to check the lunchbox. Fortunately, the lid was tight, and nothing had spilled, though there was no telling what the food inside looked like now.
Before the pain in my backside could fade, a sharp sting erupted from my ear.
Mom had bent over, reaching out with a slender, jade-like hand to give my ear a vicious twist.
Her crimson lips parted as she hissed, "Who taught you to use such foul language?"
Her fine brows were knit tight, and her usually gentle, exquisite face was now full of sternness.
Instead of being upset, I felt a surge of joy. Mom was finally acknowledging me.
"Mom, it hurts... Ow, ow, Mom! Why do you love twisting my ear so much lately?" I sat on the floor, pleading in a low voice. "If you keep this up, you're going to rip it right off."
Because she was leaning over to pinch my ear, her waist, hips, and legs formed a perfect, explosive curve of temptation. She was breathtakingly beautiful, beyond compare.
I admired the view while sighing inwardly. If I could capture Mom's heart, if I could press this perfect goddess's body beneath me... I could die happy.
Mom gave my ear one last harsh tug before letting go. She kept her face stern and scolded me again, "It would be better if it did fall off. You don't listen to me anyway, so what use do you have for ears?"
With that, she let go and abandoned me again, heading for her private elevator.
"Hiss... Mom, you really play for keeps."
I rubbed my ear and scrambled up from the floor.
The elevator arrived quickly. With a stride of her long, golden-ratio legs, Mom stepped inside.
Seeing this, I grabbed the lunchbox and sprinted toward the elevator, engaging in a life-or-death race against the closing doors.
"Hey!"
Watching the doors slide shut, I felt a wave of resentment. Why wouldn't she wait for me?
However, just a split second before the doors sealed completely, Mom’s slender finger lightly pressed a button.
As the doors slowly slid open again, my heart instantly filled with joy.
I dashed inside in three quick steps and stood close by her side.
I grinned. "Thanks, Mom. I knew you were the best..."
Mom remained expressionless. Her long, narrow phoenix eyes were fixed on the changing floor numbers as she stood in silence.
Seeing that she still refused to talk to me, I took her soft, jade-like hand in mine. I shook it gently and began to sing to cheer her up: "In all the world, only Mom is best... A child with a mother is like a treasure, a child without a mother is like a blade of grass..."
Singing was never my forte. To say I was tone-deaf would be a compliment.
As she listened to my off-key singing, the corners of Mom's eyes twitched slightly. I caught that tiny change in her expression instantly.
"Mom..."
I drew out the word in a cloying, spoiled tone, burying my face in her shoulder and nuzzling her like I used to when I was a child. "I know I was wrong. I'll never make you angry again, okay?"
Mom looked annoyed as she opened her palm to push my face away. She said coldly, "Get off me. I don't have a disobedient son."
"If I'm not your son, whose son am I?"
As her slender hand pushed against my face, a mischievous thought struck me. I stuck out my tongue and gave her palm a light lick.
Mom’s entire body shuddered. Her brows knit tight, and her beautiful face was filled with shock.
The wet sensation on her palm left no doubt as to what I had done.
"What are you doing?"
Mom gave me a light slap. "How old are you now? Isn't that disgusting?"
I chuckled. "That's what you get for ignoring me."
Mom tried to shake her arm again to get away, but how could I let her?
I pinned her into the corner of the elevator, gripping her jade-like hand so she couldn't escape. "Mom, if I'm not your son, then whose am I?"
"I don't know!"
Mom gave me an exasperated shove. "I picked you up from a trash can. Who knows whose son you are?"
"Picked up from a trash can?"
I buried my face in the crook of her neck again, nuzzling her. "And here I thought I was a free gift for topping up your phone minutes."
It was the height of summer, and Mom’s long, elegant neck was bare. As my lips and the tip of my nose brushed against her fair skin, her intoxicating body fragrance and the smooth sensation of her skin left me deeply enthralled.
But what I yearned for most was the intoxicating aphrodisiac scent from her private parts.
Just a few whiffs this morning had been enough to drive me wild.
If I could ever fuck Mom to orgasm, until the pussy juice came gushing out of her beautiful slit... just how fragrant would that be?
"Not much difference," Mom said, unable to help herself from smiling. Being squeezed into the corner of the elevator, she was completely enveloped by my scent. She gave me a gentle push. "Move aside. It's so hot today, why are you crowding me?"
"Mom, you smell so good."
I pressed my nose to her neck and took a deep breath.
Mom deliberately kept a cold face, using a tone of feigned disgust. "You think everyone is like you? Smelling all stinky? Do you know what your nickname was when you were little?"
I asked curiously, "What was it?"
"Stinky Egg."
Mom couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into a giggle.
Seeing her laugh so happily, I felt a wave of relief. I asked playfully, "Then what was my sister's 'stinky' nickname?"
Mom’s face went cold again. "Your sister is my biological daughter; she doesn't smell. You're the only Stinky Egg."
"Huh?"
I stared at the faint pink flush on Mom’s white neck and the slight redness of her ears. "Mom, why is your face turning red all of a sudden?"