Once the crowd dispersed, Niu Hongxia got up from the ground and pointed to a corner of the yard: “You were all in the wrong today!
Your damn dog ruined my baby!
This won’t be settled without at least two hundred thousand!” We looked in the direction he was pointing.
Harry, that lecherous dog, was on top of a snow-white Samoyed, his tongue lolling out, thrusting excitedly.
Looking at the Samoyed beneath him, its eyes were slightly white, its limbs limp on the ground, its tongue lolling limply at its lips, barely breathing, looking like it was about to be fucked to death by Harry.
“…” At that moment, I was completely dumbfounded, not understanding why Harry had become like this.
Xi Dong’s delicate, aloof face flushed instantly, and she turned away, refusing to look in that direction.
Meanwhile, my gaze was so captivated by that lecherous Harry that I completely missed the exchange of glances between Nick and Niu Hongxia.
Then one day, I saw Niu Hongxia at the Black Spade Society and learned that this short, fat, dark-skinned, and ugly woman was a trainer within the society.
The moment she saw Nick, she recognized him.
After a few brief exchanges of glances between Niu Hongxia and Nick, this damned shrew readily began to cooperate with Nick.
As for Harry’s unusual behavior, it was because Niu Hongxia secretly added small doses of a special aphrodisiac developed by the Black Spade Society to cooked beef chunks, feeding it to Harry while my mother wasn’t home.
Her original plan was to use Harry to get revenge on my mother, but her audacious and lewd plan inadvertently gave Nick the opportunity to get close to my mother.
I suppressed the surging memories, gathered my thoughts, and returned to the courtyard from that day.
“Two hundred thousand!” “Why don’t you just rob me?
Even if your Samoyed isn’t purebred, it wouldn’t cost that much.” Looking at Niu Hongxia’s greedy, insatiable face as she demanded an exorbitant price, I wanted nothing more than to punch her in the face and shut her up.
Xi Dong, standing beside me, sensed my anger.
She gently took my hand, patted it softly in her palm, and her warm, jade-like hand calmed me down.
I glared coldly at Niu Hongxia: “Fifty thousand yuan.
Not a penny more.” When we were both in front of strangers, Xi Dong always gave me a chance to shine, always protecting my dignity.
Niu Hongxia sneered, her triangular, slanted eyes glancing at me sideways: “Fine, if you don’t give me 200,000, I’ll beat your lecherous dog to death.” Niu Hongxia swayed her thick, vat-like waist, pulled a spiked mace from the pile of junk in her yard, gave me a ferocious grin, and walked towards Harry, who was still tirelessly swaying his hips.
“Niu Hongxia, I’ll see if you dare!” Just as I stepped forward to stop Niu Hongxia from committing the attack, my mother appeared at the gate of her yard.
That day, my mother was as stunningly beautiful as ever, wearing a formal women’s suit.
The pure black suit would have looked rather dated on other women, but not on my mother.
Her dignified oval face was a sculpted work of art.
At 1.73 meters tall, with her five- or six-centimeter pointed heels, she stood almost as tall as me, a tall man of 1.80 meters.
The formal, old-fashioned suit was accentuated by my mother’s curvaceous figure, her long, shapely legs rivaling even my wife’s.
Just standing there, her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, an indescribable air of nobility and authority emanating from her.
Mother stared coldly at the previously aggressive Niu Hongxia, as if she were a supreme empress.
A fleeting glance at a lowly servant girl, a simple call from her, and her irresistible pressure instantly silenced the shrew.
And Mother’s name was a perfect reflection of her—”Clouds yearn for her garments, flowers for her face; spring breezes brush the balustrade, dew is heavy”—beautiful, dignified, and noble.
If Mother were to don Huawei’s dragon robe, its unique imperial crown, she would appear like an empress stepping out of the annals of history.
As Mom watched Niu Hongxia approach Harry with her thick, spiked club, her slender eyebrows framed her captivating peach-blossom eyes, which held an intensely contemptuous look.
Beneath her delicate nose, her small, rosy lips uttered a single syllable: “Put it down.” That day, I saw Mom in a black women’s suit, her voluptuous figure accentuated by a white blouse beneath her suit jacket.
Her enormous G-cup breasts bulged as if about to burst, creating a breathtakingly alluring curve.
I even worried that a button might pop open with her breath.
From the hem of her skirt, a few centimeters below the knee, a pair of sexy, black-stockinged legs, clad in black square-toed low-heeled shoes, strode confidently, blocking Niu Hongxia’s path.
She said nothing more, looking down with disdain at the short, plump Niu Hongxia.
My mother narrowed her peach-blossom eyes, and under her icy gaze, Niu Hongxia’s previous arrogance vanished.
The wooden stick with nails slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground, leaving her awkwardly standing there, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
“Wenbo, why does Mom have such an imperial aura?” Xi Dong’s slender hand, clasped in mine, scratched at mine.
I turned to look at her; Xi Dong’s cold, oval face revealed a sweet smile.
Dressed in a pristine white dress, she looked like an angel.
I coughed lightly, “Don’t talk nonsense.” Looking at the two women, one beautiful and one ugly, standing together, my mother’s noble and dignified beauty was even more pronounced.
But I still underestimated Niu Hongxia’s shamelessness.
“That Political and Legal Affairs Commission Secretary is something else!
Your lecherous dog ruined my precious girl today, I absolutely won’t give him less than 2 million!” Even standing on tiptoe, Niu Hongxia, barely 1.5 meters tall, only reached her mother’s chest.
Her short, thick neck looked ridiculous.
Hearing her outrageous demand, her mother frowned slightly, about to say something when…
“Damn it!
A shrew like you dares to talk back!” Suddenly, a large foot, wearing a size 45 or 46 basketball shoe, shot out from the side, sending Niu Hongxia flying with a single kick.
The short, fat shrew rolled a few times on the ground before getting up, about to start cursing again.
Seeing Nick’s sharply defined, dark face and the ferocious expression, she immediately fell silent, obediently getting up and stepping aside.
“Who are you?” Mom’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at the black boy who had suddenly appeared.
He was nearly two meters tall.
Mom tilted her head slightly, looking at Nick’s somewhat familiar dark face.
A look of suspicion appeared on her delicate, dignified oval face.
Actually, Nick, despite being black, didn’t have the typical rough and barbaric appearance of many Black people.
On the contrary, his angular, well-defined features, honed by years of intellectual pursuits, possessed a refined elegance, reminiscent of former US President Obama.
“Aunt Yue, it’s me, Nick!” Seeing that his mother didn’t recognize him immediately, Nick smiled and scratched his head.
His youthful shyness, combined with his vibrant face, made him impossible to dislike, especially since he was the adopted son of Mom’s best friend and mother-in-law, Ye Huanqing.
Upon hearing Nick’s self-introduction, Mom’s beautiful eyes lit up, and the sternness on her face vanished, replaced by a warm, gentle smile like a spring breeze: “Nick, you’ve grown so tall in just a few years!
And you’ve gotten even stronger!” Standing at 1.73 meters tall, Mom, wearing 5-centimeter heels, had to stand on tiptoe to reach Nick’s neatly trimmed buzz cut.
Nick, slightly embarrassed by his mother’s unexpected head pat, wore a genuinely sincere, boyish grin: “Aunt Yue, you haven’t changed a bit!
You’re still so beautiful.” “I showed my American classmates a photo of Aunt Yue and my mom, and they all said you’re the Empress of China!” It has to be said, Nick, this black guy, was incredibly shrewd.
His seemingly foolish compliment hit his mother’s sweet spot perfectly.
No woman dislikes a man praising her beauty, and for his 46-year-old mother, the proudest achievement of her life was becoming the third-in-command in this near-first-tier city of Handong before she even turned 50.
Barring any unforeseen problems, her future was truly limitless.
Mom gave Nick a flirtatious glare with her captivating eyes: “Nick, what nonsense are you talking about?
There’s no queen!
I’m just a regular civil servant.
But with your smooth talk, you must have charmed quite a few girls back in America.” “No, no, I’ve never had a girlfriend.
Besides training dogs, I have no other hobbies.” At that moment, no one noticed the hidden meaning in Nick’s seemingly sincere smile.
The mention of dog training brought everyone’s attention back to Harry, who was still diligently working.
Mom glared angrily at the lecherous dog: “Nick, do you have any way of stopping my Harry’s stinky habits?”