Deceased Mother's Inheritance - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: That’s Not Coming Home, It’s Imprisonment.

Thin shadows fell on the window as Bo Muqing exited the plane and immediately opened her email. The teacher was incredibly hard to get in touch with, with a voice that was clear and melodious and a figure that was perfect. An email sent three months ago had received no reply, but a response came unexpectedly this morning: “Let’s grab a meal.”

She wrote back: “I’m not in Beishi, I’m in WH.”

The other person replied: “That’s why I’m asking you.”

Bo Muqing: “On my way.”

The other person: “I hope it’s just the two of us, with no one to disturb us.”

…

When she pushed open the glass door of the restaurant, the teacher had already arrived and was sitting by the window waiting for her. She wore a deep V-neck black floral tank top with long black pants. She had a slender waist, and a jade “wushipai” charm hung from a delicate chain around her neck.

She was dressed relatively casually today, but it was still difficult to hide her innate charm. Last year, in a long ink-green backless dress, she had started a dance with a swaying hip movement that was a stage succubus. Bo Muqing had been fascinated for a long time and specifically wrote a proposal to create a stage tailored for her.

“Teacher Meng.”

Meng Zhengyue looked up and smiled lightly. “Hello.”

“I hope I haven’t kept you waiting. I just arrived in this city. By all rights, I should have been here before you.”

“I just got here as well.”

“What a coincidence.”

Meng Zhengyue handed her the menu. She had thoughtfully ordered a thirst-quenching juice for Bo Muqing in advance. The summer in WH was a furnace; it could scorch your skin until it was carbonized. Everyone was like the Monkey King in the alchemist’s furnace.

The waiter brought over a “Sunset Glow,” an orange soda with a plump red cherry in the middle, perfectly mirroring the dusk outside.

Her phone rang in her bag. Bo Muqing said sorry and was about to hang up.

“Go ahead and answer. It’s fine.”

It was Mr. Du from Beishi, an old acquaintance. He had tried to meet with Bo Muqing several times to get a chance for his trainee son to show his face. Mr. Du was rambling on the phone, promoting his son.

Meng Zhengyue smiled gently. “His son bullied my child back in the day,” she said casually, but her smile was intense. “However, I also had someone find him, and his son ended up in the hospital for three months.”

Bo Muqing paused and her voice turned cold. “Then we don’t have to sign the contract. Our event doesn’t cooperate with bullies.”

The other end of the phone exploded with curses. Mr. Du’s voice was almost a shriek: “B1tch! Whore! The slut who has an incestuous relationship with her daughter!”

“Please watch your language.” Bo Muqing hung up the phone and looked at Meng Zhengyue. “My apologies.”

Meng Zhengyue simply smiled.

Bo Muqing was organizing a music event here. She took out a proposal from her bag and gave it to Meng Zhengyue. “Teacher Meng, are you interested in taking a look?”

Meng Zhengyue replied, “I’ve hit people, and you’re still interested in a partnership?”

Bo Muqing smirked. “Beautiful mommies are the exception.”

Meng Zhengyue flipped through the file. Bo Muqing had made further revisions that were even more appealing than the proposal she received in her email. Bo Muqing chatted with her and explained her relationship with Mr. Du. She had thought his son had decent vocal talent, but overlooked his character. She wouldn’t be in contact with him again for future collaborations.

“My child… she can hum a little, but her singing is hard to describe.” Her eyes smiled, and when she talked about her child, her eyes shone with pride. “Her grades are very good, you know.”

The two got along well. The contract wasn’t signed immediately, as Meng Zhengyue needed to think it over. Today, Meng Zhengyue paid, and Bo Muqing took the opportunity to set up their next meeting. The night showed signs of rain, and Meng Zhengyue thoughtfully drove her to her apartment.

…

The night deepened, and the lights of the old building were dim and yellow. The sound of a mother scolding her child could be heard faintly from the stairwell.

Meng Zhengyue entered the password and pushed open the door to her apartment. The girl standing in the entryway reached out for her bag, her fingertips accidentally brushing against the back of Meng Zhengyue’s hand. The touch was slightly cold. Meng Zhengyue froze for a moment, then turned to take off her nude high heels. Her voice was tired and lazy. “When did you get here?”

“With you.”

“So late and not in bed? Not tired?”

“Mhm.”

Yun Zhixue sniffed the faint scent of perfume in her hair. The base notes were cedarwood and amber, warm yet distant. She let out another soft “mhm.” She took a step forward, her earrings swaying with a subtle light in the dimness, creating a kind of silent complaint. “You came back so late today.”

Meng Zhengyue finally turned around, her red lips slightly curved. She placed a finger against Yun Zhixue’s chest to stop her from coming closer.

“And so? Are you going to interrogate me… or…” She suddenly leaned in, her breath brushing against Yun Zhixue’s earlobe. “…punish me?”

Yun Zhixue clung to her like a puppy, kissing the side of her neck and complaining in a low voice: “You haven’t fulfilled the promise you made last night.”

Meng Zhengyue chuckled, turned around, and put her coat in Yun Zhixue’s hands along with the bag. “What’s the rush? We can talk about it tomorrow.”

She walked away gracefully, the hem of her pants sweeping against Yun Zhixue’s calf, a tiny itch crawling all over her body. “I’m so tired.”

Actually, Yun Zhixue was a little angry. Meng Zhengyue hadn’t come home on time. She always kept a distance, provoking her. Yun Zhixue was furious but didn’t dare to blame her. A month ago, Meng Zhengyue was still her guardian, and a good child was supposed to listen to her mommy.

Yun Zhixue’s eyes darkened.

Even with her back to her, Meng Zhengyue noticed. She sat sideways on the living room sofa, looking at her from the corner of her eye. “Hold it in.”

Yun Zhixue walked to her side and knelt down, looking up at her with a humble posture. Meng Zhengyue crossed her long legs, her face cold. Yun Zhixue didn’t hear any forgiveness, so she leaned closer, pressing against her chest. “Please forgive me.”

A hot breath landed on Meng Zhengyue’s collarbone. Meng Zhengyue’s figure was full and shapely; her br3asts were like solidified cream and snow. The vibrant floral print of her top was open at the sides, and the mounds of white beneath it suddenly blossomed into view. Yun Zhixue’s cheeks trembled, and she pressed her face into them, rolling back and forth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

The scorching breath brushed her collarbone, a faint shiver running through the jade-white skin, making the fullness seem like plums covered in fresh snow.

Yun Zhixue hugged Meng Zhengyue’s arms, squeezing out the pink flesh beneath the snow-white lychee skin. “Can I have a bite?”

She buried her face even deeper. Meng Zhengyue grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her up, warning her dangerously: “Don’t force me to slap you.”

“What about your neck?”

“And your mouth?”

“Ears?”

“Get lost.”

Yun Zhixue’s tone was so wronged: “But you used to let me have them all the time.”

Meng Zhengyue ignored her. Her eyes were playful and alluring.

The night grew deeper, and the sofa sank. It was cramped and hot. She slept restlessly, unaccustomed to the weather. Yun Zhixue kissed her earlobe, which was small and cute. Meng Zhengyue didn’t often wear earrings; she didn’t even have her ears pierced. Yun Zhixue bit it gently and ground her teeth. Meng Zhengyue, annoyed in her sleep, lazily patted her waist twice with her hand. Yun Zhixue wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. The “wushipai” charm on her chest pressed against Yun Zhixue’s heart. Yun Zhixue moved her hand through the gap in their bodies, placing the “wushipai” charm her mother had given her to the side, her fingers slowly covering it…

She licked the ear until it was wet, then moved even closer, so that all of “Mommy’s” breathing was funneled into her own ear. They trembled in a warm embrace as they always did.

Yun Zhixue thought, Meng Zhengyue has finally made a place for me here, a place that belongs to me, forever.

The rain fell all night, vexing and dry. It turned a whole day’s heat into scalding water, soaking their bodies in sweat until dawn.

Meng Zhengyue got up early to busy herself at the stove, her hair casually tied up. The purple silk nightgown only reached her knees, revealing her two long, fair legs. She was humming as she flipped a fried egg. A white snowflake hair clip in her hair glistened in the morning light.

“We’re having Chinese food today. Do you want a fried egg or scrambled eggs?” Meng Zhengyue asked, turning her head with a gentle smile in her eyes.

“Fried egg.”

“Alright, don’t come any closer. There’s smoke.”

The old-fashioned range hood was very smoky. Yun Zhixue hugged her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. “You feed me.”

Meng Zhengyue slapped away Yun Zhixue’s wandering hand but still picked up a piece of egg, let it cool, and brought it to her mouth. As Yun Zhixue bit the food, she grabbed Meng Zhengyue’s wrist.

“Little lunatic,” Meng Zhengyue chided, pulling her hand away. As she turned, she accidentally brushed against Yun Zhixue’s sensitive spots. Yun Zhixue immediately held her tighter. “The coffee’s going to spill. Go get a cup.”

Yun Zhixue reluctantly went to the living room. She didn’t like it here much because the smell was unfamiliar. The cup wasn’t her favorite pink; it looked like someone else had used it, so it felt dirty. This made her remember the cup she had smashed. Even though there was a note underneath the cup that said: “[Eat well today]”, with a little heart drawn next to the words.

Yun Zhixue poured the coffee and wrapped her arms around Meng Zhengyue from behind again. Her body was incredibly gentle. But it would be better if she could ignore the necklace on her neck and the ring on her ring finger.

“Stop…”

Meng Zhengyue turned her head, dodging the kiss.

There was coffee, hot milk, two plates of Chinese dishes, and a bowl of hot soup. It was raining outside, and the drizzle pattered on the tin windowsill. The old school district had poor sound insulation, and even a little sound was loud.

Meng Zhengyue didn’t eat. Yun Zhixue ate slowly, saving the fried egg for last.

The city had a nice view of the river. In the morning, they took the car out for a spin. Meng Zhengyue’s profile was sometimes bright, sometimes dim in the morning light.

“Did you have fun?” Meng Zhengyue suddenly asked, her tone casual, but her eyes locked on Yun Zhixue through the rear-view mirror.

Yun Zhixue deliberately didn’t answer. Meng Zhengyue reached out to move a strand of Yun Zhixue’s hair and fastened her loose seatbelt for her. The distance between them shrank. Yun Zhixue could smell her fragrance, sweet and rich.

“You have to buckle up.”

The traffic in WH was bad, and they were stuck on the road. After more than ten minutes of waiting, Meng Zhengyue frowned impatiently. She made several turns and illegally pulled over to the side.

“You took three long detours today,” Yun Zhixue said, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle on Meng Zhengyue’s shirt. “You didn’t even stop at a flower shop.”

Meng Zhengyue’s breathing finally faltered. It was barely noticeable, but it was enough for Yun Zhixue to catch.

“But it’s okay. I already bought the flowers in advance,” Yun Zhixue told her. “I chose the ones with buds, and they’ll be in full bloom when we get back.”

“The navigation is broken,” Meng Zhengyue said, tapping the steering wheel with a calm rhythm, as if this forced journey home was just a whim. The scent of her perfume mixed with the rain, becoming humid.

Yun Zhixue just smiled.

Meng Zhengyue slowly took out a metal tin and pulled out a cigarette. She suddenly remembered that she had left her lighter in the security tray at the airport. Yun Zhixue pulled out a silver lighter, which made a sharp “click” as she lit it. She cupped the flame and offered it to her. In the dancing light of the flame, a dangerous glint flashed in Meng Zhengyue’s eyes.

She only smoked at certain times, sometimes very intensely, but when she didn’t smoke, she would always teach others not to cross the line. It was probably this kind of hypocritical behavior that made Yun Zhixue feel suppressed and caused her to break down, twisting her actions with the stimulating minty smell on her fingertips and lips.

Meng Zhengyue fiercely pinched Yun Zhixue’s face. The pain of the nails digging into her flesh made Yun Zhixue’s eyes widen. The light on the edge of her pupils flickered, and she trembled with excitement.

Meng Zhengyue’s voice was like ice. “You’ve been checking up on me? I get here, and you follow right behind me?”

“Mhm. Let’s go home.”

“So now,” Meng Zhengyue’s voice was like scolding a disobedient pet. “Are you going to be a bad child?”

It was strange. Yun Zhixue was the one hunting, but when Meng Zhengyue’s fingers traced her collarbone, every cell in her body screamed to kneel. It was so annoying, so annoying.

The light from the setting sun grew fiercer. Yun Zhixue knew, she knew with absolute clarity, that this taming had begun the moment Meng Zhengyue helped her button her school uniform. She coveted Meng Zhengyue, sniffing her scent like a dog.

Meng Zhengyue was a little angry because she had no plans. This was a last-minute decision; the location, the apartment… she didn’t even know where she would end up, but Yun Zhixue had found her.

Yun Zhixue was thrilled. She believed that this was a difficult task Meng Zhengyue had given her, and she had gone above and beyond. She deserved a reward. Yun Zhixue reached out to brush away the wet hair on Meng Zhengyue’s shoulders, her fingertips deliberately grazing her earlobe. “Don’t be mad.”

Meng Zhengyue chuckled, her eyes still fixed on the road blurred by the rain. “Mad? You’ve been mentally prepared for this, haven’t you?”

“No,” Yun Zhixue corrected her. “What I mean is, I should be the one who’s mad today. You shouldn’t be.”

Meng Zhengyue’s breathing subtly paused for a moment. Yun Zhixue smiled at her. She truly was a pervert, a pervert who lusted after her own stepmother.

“Sandalwood, mixed with iris root. You’ve changed perfumes again.” Her fingertips moved up Meng Zhengyue’s spine. Yun Zhixue felt a strange twitch. Meng Zhengyue was rejecting her. She increased the pressure. “It’s not the same as the one from last Wednesday. I told you I liked that scent.”

“Good memory,” Meng Zhengyue said, looking at Yun Zhixue from the side, her red lips forming a dangerous curve. “Then do you remember what I taught you?”

Yun Zhixue answered seriously: “To stay away from you.”

Meng Zhengyue raised her hand and slapped Yun Zhixue. It was a sharp pain. Her cheek burned.

Meng Zhengyue questioned her: “Then why aren’t you listening?”

It was starting again. She was going to use her identity as a mother to train her again. Yun Zhixue didn’t want to listen to her, but her body was being tamed. Every part of her loved her mommy so much.

The stinging pain made Yun Zhixue laugh out loud. How perfect. Even the anger was calculated. It was like a master scolding a puppy, always giving it a treat after the punishment.

With a red face, Yun Zhixue lowered her head and kissed Meng Zhengyue’s reddened palm, tucking the scattered strands of Meng Zhengyue’s hair behind her ear. She reached out and unfastened Meng Zhengyue’s seatbelt. The sound of the metal clasp springing open was particularly crisp in the enclosed car—like the sound of a chain breaking.

Outside the car window stood a dozen bodyguards. They opened the car door for Meng Zhengyue. “Ma’am.”

Meng Zhengyue was so angry she laughed. She raised an eyebrow at Yun Zhixue, her fingers hooking Yun Zhixue’s chin. That skillful control made Yun Zhixue’s bl00d run cold. The tree branches outside the window cast a distorted shadow on Meng Zhengyue’s face. Yun Zhixue desperately wanted to kiss her in this atmosphere, a noisy, quiet, intimate moment that belonged only to the two of them.

Meng Zhengyue: “Are you insane?”

Yun Zhixue stubbornly replied: “Mommy, let’s go home. Don’t make me say it a second time.”

Meng Zhengyue said calmly: “Get this straight. That’s not going home. It’s imprisonment.”