The Naive Mother
Xu Ruizhi, 16 years old, was a middle school student. His father had died young in a car accident when he was just two, and his mother, Yang Zhurou, had no intention of marrying anyone else. She raised him all on her own.
Yang Zhurou was an incredibly virtuous woman. Her cooking was delicious, her culinary skills top-notch, and she was endlessly diligent. Xu Ruizhi adored the meals she made. The moment school let out, he'd race home to help his mother with chores. Yang Zhurou was deeply touched by her son's filial piety—it made every one of her fifteen years of hardship feel worthwhile.
"Slow down, no one's going to steal it from you."
Snow-white skin, jet-black silky hair, fair and delicate features. Her melon-seed face held a pair of watery, doe-like eyes, a dainty upturned nose, plump rosy lips, and below her pale neck, elegant collarbones peeked out.
Her figure was slender, with a tiny waist, long legs, skin as flawless as jade—pure and creamy. Her breasts were full and perky, especially those high, rounded hips that could make any man spurt blood. A white short-sleeved shirt paired with denim shorts hugged her voluptuous curves perfectly, radiating the allure of a mature woman.
She was Yang Zhurou, 31 years old—Xu Ruizhi's biological mother.
"Mom, your cooking is just too good."
Xu Ruizhi grabbed a napkin to wipe the grease from his mouth, sighing in admiration. "This is the best food I've ever had—better than anything at those fancy restaurants!"
"Silly boy, it's just home-cooked fare," Yang Zhurou said gently, stroking her son's head with a smile.
The teenage Xu Ruizhi was carved like fine jade—handsome and striking. Dressed in blue sportswear, he brimmed with energy and youthful vigor.
"Mom, I've got a question for you." Xu Ruizhi set down his chopsticks, looking at her seriously, his words careful and earnest. "Why did you have me so early?"
His mother had gotten pregnant with him at fifteen. By all accounts, that should've been after eighteen at the earliest—or at least sixteen. But she was thirty-one now. How had she conceived him back then?
It filled him with doubts. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Unless...
Xu Ruizhi gazed at his mother, his expression shifting. "Were you already... at fifteen..."
A possibility dawned on him, but he desperately didn't want to believe it.
"Sigh."
"That's right. I did get pregnant with you at fifteen." Yang Zhurou let out a sigh, not denying it.
"Why?"
"Because..."
Yang Zhurou looked at her son, falling silent for a moment before speaking slowly. "I was an orphan, taken in by your father's parents."
"Adopted by Grandma and Grandpa?"
"Mm. They took me in when I was only three or four. In the orphanage, I was just an abandoned child—my parents had left to work far away and never came back, so I ended up there."
Yang Zhurou paused, then continued. "A few months later, luckily, I met your grandparents. They treated me like their own, gave me so much, taught me everything. They gave me a new life."
"Mom, were you..." At this point, Xu Ruizhi's heart harbored a vague suspicion, though he hesitated to confirm it.
"Ruizhi, I know what you're thinking."
Yang Zhurou shook her head softly. "It wasn't exactly gratitude. Your father was so good to me—gave me all his pocket money, treating me like a little sister. His parents gave me plenty too. And he was outstanding, top of his class, bound for a top university. What girl could resist a boy like that?"
A playful smile crossed her face as she went on. "I was that girl. I liked him too. So... one night when your grandparents were out on errands and I was home alone, bored, I snuck into his room. He was asleep, and looking at his handsome face... plus wanting to repay them... I thought... I just..."
Her cheeks flushed crimson. She bowed her head, embarrassed, and whispered the rest in shame. "So I... secretly pushed him down!"
"Mom, how could you do that? You were only fifteen!"
Xu Ruizhi was stunned, reeling. He never imagined his mother had been that kind of girl—sneaking off with his dad while the grandparents were away...
Anger bubbled up inside him. She was beautiful, sure, but this was reckless!
"I... I just wanted to repay your grandparents. And your dad was so exceptional, so..." Yang Zhurou hung her head, aggrieved. She hadn't thought it through back then; she hadn't cared. It just... happened.
She wasn't some loose girl. She was well-raised. Over the years, no other man had touched her besides Xu Ruizhi's father. But at fifteen, she'd been so bold...
She really shouldn't have.
"Sigh. What happened after?" Xu Ruizhi took a deep breath to steady himself. "How did you and Dad handle it?"
"Your grandparents found out eventually—it was too obvious. They were furious, beat your dad for ten minutes or so. I knelt in the courtyard for an hour. Your grandpa couldn't bear to hit me, so he took it out on your dad. Your grandma helped me up when I got tired."
Yang Zhurou kept her head down, her voice tinged with sorrow.
"They discussed how to fix it. Your dad insisted on marrying me, and with no choice, they agreed. Later..." She paused. "We planned for him to marry me after university, since I was already pregnant by then."
"You got pregnant from that one time?" Xu Ruizhi's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yes. After that, your dad and I never... shared a bed again." Yang Zhurou sounded awkward.
"Your grandparents were traditional. After it happened, they wouldn't let us be alone together. They said once we married, it was our business. So I agreed."
Tears welled in her eyes, her voice choking. "But who knew your dad would die in a car crash when you were two or three... He was only eighteen! Waaah..."
Seeing his mother cry, Xu Ruizhi panicked and pulled her into a hug. "Mom, don't cry... don't cry."
"Waaah... Ruizhi, you don't know. That time was hell for me. Your dad's death hit me so hard—so sudden. I couldn't take it. If not for you, I might not have made it."
Yang Zhurou calmed a bit and continued. "After he passed, I couldn't let anyone else in. I focused on raising you."
Xu Ruizhi fell silent. He knew she poured all her love into him—including what she'd had for Dad. She cherished him so much. But was she doomed to loneliness?
If she found a good man... The thought stabbed at him. His beautiful, captivating mother in someone else's arms... He couldn't bear it. He didn't know what madness he'd unleash.
No! Mom is mine—no one can take her! Xu Ruizhi vowed inwardly. He wouldn't let anyone steal her away!
But he'd heard classmates say women at thirty are like wolves, at forty like tigers. At her age, she'd be ravenous. She'd stayed chaste for over a decade, but that didn't mean she had no needs. Lately, when he got home from school, she'd act oddly—flushed unnaturally, clothes disheveled, like she'd thrown them on in a hurry.
Masturbation!
The word echoed in his mind. Of course—over ten years without a man. How could she endure the loneliness? Especially just past thirty.
She'd crack eventually... And with her beauty, village men pursued her constantly. But she rejected them all, never mentioning remarriage. Still, "thirty like a wolf" wasn't a joke. She was at her peak need.
If he didn't act now, and she found someone suitable... it'd be too late. Self-pleasure now—what about later? Would she hold her principles, her boundaries?
"Ruizhi, what are you doing?" Yang Zhurou asked, puzzled by his dazed look.
"Oh, nothing—just thinking." Xu Ruizhi changed the subject, then comforted her. "When I grow up, I'll take care of you, protect you. So... Mom, don't worry. I won't let anyone bully you."
Tears glistened in Yang Zhurou's eyes. She wiped them away and smiled at her son, her heart full of joy.
Mom, I'll be your man—replace Dad and take good care of you...
Xu Ruizhi swore to himself. He'd make sure she lived well, never suffer like this again.