Xia Yaxuan recalled her conversation with her son. No one had visited their home last night—just the two of them were there. She knew her son's personality well, and her husband hadn't been home either, having worked overtime before spending the night at his mistress's place. She wasn't ignorant of her husband's affair; she just stayed silent to keep the family intact.
When she woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom, she noticed dried semen stains on her panties. Though Zhao An had cleaned up carefully, a large amount of his cum had remained inside her womb, and what hadn't been absorbed continued to leak out.
That was why Xia Yaxuan's attitude toward Zhao An had been so calm. She had no proof, but the likelihood of him being the culprit was high. Her son wasn't entirely impossible, but the odds were slim.
Xia Yaxuan checked the residential complex's surveillance footage—something any homeowner could freely access. The recordings were stored for a month before being overwritten.
She discovered that her son had left the house last night and only returned two hours later. During that time, only she and Zhao An had been home. Connecting this to last night's incident, Xia Yaxuan was now 90% certain that Zhao An had taken advantage of her drunken state to fuck her. And he hadn't even worn a condom—he'd just cum inside her, forcing her to take emergency contraception afterward.
"That little bastard!"
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In class, Zhao An pulled out some old practice problems. The questions that had once stumped him now seemed to carry an inexplicable hint guiding him toward the solution.
The thought made his grin widen.
The bell rang, followed by the click of high heels. It was the English teacher for Class 1—her slender legs hugged by jeans, her feet in simple round-toe pumps with a modest five-centimeter heel, tasteful yet undeniably sexy.
This was Liu Xuemei, a young and energetic teacher who had only been teaching for two years. She was exactly the type many of the boys fantasized about.
Zhao An naturally liked this kind of youthful, stylish female teacher. Whether it was young women or mature married women, each had their own appeal. With older women, he found satisfaction; with younger ones, the thrill of conquest.
Throughout the lesson, Zhao An barely paid attention. He was too busy plotting his next move.
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When lunch break arrived, Zhao An finished his meal and came up with a brilliant idea. He needed to rise quickly, but as a nobody, he couldn't leap to the top in one go. If he couldn't soar instantly, he'd climb step by step.
Through conversations with classmates, Zhao An realized that five was his lucky number. No matter who he talked to, once they exchanged five sentences, he could lock onto their thoughts. If he wanted, he could uncover their deepest secrets.
Notebook in hand, Zhao An strode confidently to the principal's office. There were two vice principals and one headmaster.
"Principal Du, hello. I'm Zhao An from Class 1. I'm preparing a writing column and wanted to ask you five questions. Just a few minutes of your time." Zhao An put on his most harmless student act—the perfect disguise.
Principal Du, a balding middle-aged man, glanced at his watch. "Fine. Five minutes. No more. I have other matters."
"Great. First question: Do you believe in guiding students through early relationships or outright forbidding them?" Zhao An asked, pen poised over his notebook.
Principal Du frowned—this student's question had weight. "Prohibition and guidance must work together."
"Second question: Should students focus solely on academics or also develop skills and interests?" Zhao An continued, scribbling notes.
"Academic performance first, then interests." The principal's answer was curt.
"Third question: How long have you been in education?" Zhao An's smile grew wider.
"Thirty-three years." Principal Du checked his watch again, impatient.
"Fourth question: Do you consider yourself happy, Principal Du?" Zhao An's grin was almost triumphant.
"Hah! Of course I am." The principal laughed. With money to embezzle and unspoken rules to exploit, what wasn't to love?
Ding. Acquisition successful.
Zhao An lowered his voice. "In that case, I wish you and the cleaning lady a happy marriage. Oh, and don't worry—I won't tell Uncle Qin. Your transfer won't be affected."
"Uncle Qin" was nothing more than the head of the education bureau. Career advancement was all about connections—principals could be promoted to administrative roles or transferred to more prestigious schools. But without backing, they'd be replaced by someone else's lackey.
Principal Du's eyes bulged. "What's your relationship with Director Qin?!"
"Heh. You don't need to know. He'll call you soon. Anyway, that's all. Goodbye, Principal." Zhao An had already extracted all the man's hidden secrets. From now on, he could read his thoughts at will.
"Oh, one more thing—did you really think no one knew about the kickbacks from the cafeteria expansion, vendor contracts, and equipment purchases? Tsk. Watch your back." Zhao An dropped the bombshell—embezzlement, bribery, and an affair with the cleaning lady. Any one of those would ruin him.
"Wait—student, let's have lunch together!" Principal Du blurted, panicked.
"No need. Just consider this a friendly warning. Oh, and excuse me from class this afternoon. Zhao An, Class 1, Grade 10." With a dismissive wave, Zhao An left.
He didn't need to study. But dropping by occasionally had its perks—there was still so much to uncover here. And wasn't the student life itself a kind of luxury? Fresh-faced female classmates, the prettiest girls in class, and seductive mature teachers—life was fucking exciting!
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