By the end, Zhao Xinmei still didn't feel satisfied.
She kicked Chen Bin's butt one more time.
Chen Bin immediately put on a pitiful look, begging for mercy.
"Mom, I know I was wrong, please don't get yourself too worked up."
"You really don't want me to get angry?" Zhao Xinmei let out a cold laugh.
"Yeah."
"Kneel!"
*What?*
Hearing that unmistakable tone, Chen Bin was completely stunned.
After his grandpa died, he had become an orphan.
As for kneeling to someone, that was something he'd almost never done.
*A real man only kneels to heaven, earth, and his parents.*
*But kneeling to a godmother… I guess that makes sense, too.*
Seeing that Chen Bin still wasn't moving, Zhao Xinmei grabbed the feather duster from nearby.
She shouted in a harsh voice, "I'll ask you one last time, are you going to kneel or not?!"
Looking at his godmother, fierce as a tigress, Chen Bin's legs finally gave out and he collapsed straight to his knees.
Zhao Xinmei could no longer hold back the anger inside, so she picked up the feather duster and laid into Chen Bin with a barrage of hits.
Maybe because she was still pissed off, she didn't hold back at all.
Chen Bin knew he was in the wrong, so he could only grit his teeth and take the pain, not daring to make a sound.
When she got tired of hitting him, Zhao Xinmei grabbed Chen Bin's ear again, gritting her teeth as she questioned him.
"Tell me, are you ever going to use my things to do those filthy things again?"
"No way, never again!"
Chen Bin shook his head like a rattle drum, looking totally pathetic.
Zhao Xinmei stood, feather duster in hand, with her hands on her hips.
She looked down at him and said,
"You're an adult now, at least. Wouldn't it be better to go find a nice girl to date? Why do you have to mess around with shady stuff like that at home?!"
Chen Bin pouted and, unwillingly, explained,
"Because my situation is so crappy, no girl would ever like me."
Hearing this, Zhao Xinmei felt a tremor in her heart.
*A wave of guilt like she'd never felt before suddenly washed over her.*
Back then, at the request of Chen Bin's mother, she had taken him in as her godson.
Originally, she wanted to bring Chen Bin home and raise him herself, but she couldn't say no to Wang Jun's strong objections.
All these years, she really hadn't done much for Chen Bin, had never fulfilled her actual responsibilities as a mom.
Honestly, now that Chen Bin lived here, it was mostly to make it easier to cozy up to Gao Wanjun in the future.
Letting out a soft sigh, Zhao Xinmei spoke, full of guilt.
"Xiao Bin, don't overthink things. Deep down, I've always thought of you as my own son. Later on, if you meet a girl you like, go for it. No matter if it's a wedding house or bride price, Mom can help you."
Faced with this sudden motherly tenderness, Chen Bin's heart shivered, filled with gratitude.
"Thank you, Mom, thank you!"
Seeing this, Zhao Xinmei felt even more uneasy inside.
*By all logic, since Chen Bin had grown up without parents, surely no one had taught him about that kind of thing.*
*As his mother figure, she should have counseled him patiently.*
*Hitting someone wasn't right, after all.*
But to maintain her authority as a mother, she still asked in a harsh tone,
"So do you realize you were wrong?"
Chen Bin glanced away, replying quietly,
"Yeah, I know."
Zhao Xinmei sat down on the edge of the bed with a deep sigh.
"Come sit here."
Without hesitating, Chen Bin went straight over to her, plopping himself on the floor by her side.
He wrapped his arms around her black-stockinged legs, pressed his face against them, and did his best to look genuinely regretful.
"Mom, I must have lost my mind back then. I regret it so much now. Please, don't stay mad at me!"
Sighing again, Zhao Xinmei gently rubbed Chen Bin's head.
"If you know it was wrong, then you have to change. Hitting you just now was my mistake, so let me apologize to you."
Hugging tightly onto Zhao Xinmei's legs in silk stockings, Chen Bin smiled and said,
"If I did something wrong, I deserve to be punished. You weren't wrong to hit me. Besides, you're my mom; if you feel like giving me a couple smacks when you're pissed, that's totally normal."
Hearing this, Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but laugh.
The beauty mark at the corner of her mouth trembled as her lips curled, making her look especially attractive.
"You stinker, what, do you take your mom for some kind of bandit?"
Seeing that Zhao Xinmei had finally calmed down, Chen Bin's attention started to drift to her beautiful legs.
Zhao Xinmei's legs weren't just long—they were soft and smooth to the touch.
Those black pantyhose she wore might not have been the most sheer, but they felt fantastic.
*There was a dense, silky smoothness in every stroke.*
*And the matte sheen along the surface made them look extra classy.*
*The scent of a mature woman drifted to his nose, and Chen Bin even wanted to lift her skirt and check out the scene underneath.*
*But that was only a fantasy.*
*If he really tried it, he'd probably be doomed!*
While Chen Bin was lost in enjoyment, Zhao Xinmei finally noticed that something was off.
She immediately stopped what she was doing, and her voice turned more serious.
"You should get up and sit on the bed. This floor is dirty."
Though he hated to let go, Chen Bin still released her legs.
After he sat down on the bed, he couldn't help asking,
"Mom, where's Dad Wang? Why isn't he home?"
"He's been busy with trying to get promoted lately, has a lot of business dinners to go to, so he only comes back on holidays."
Saying that, Zhao Xinmei reached into the medicine chest for a bottle of red flower oil.
"Xiao Bin, lift up your shirt. Let me put some ointment on you."
Chen Bin hadn't really felt much pain before, but now that Zhao Xinmei mentioned it, his back suddenly started burning.
He didn't hesitate and just took off his t-shirt, revealing a solid, muscular body.
Seeing this, Zhao Xinmei froze for a second.
She never would've guessed that Chen Bin had such a great figure.
He didn't look dumb and bulky like those Western bodybuilders, nor did he have the greasy look of a middle-aged man.
Those powerful, explosive muscles paired perfectly with his handsome face.
He was exactly the kind of Prince Charming she'd always imagined!
But remembering who they were to each other, Zhao Xinmei let out another sigh.
*There was a faint reluctance in her heart.*
*A guy with Chen Bin's looks and body—who'd end up with him in the end?*
*And honestly, last time Chen Bin and Gao Wanjun stayed in that room for ages, he must really be a beast in bed.*
"If only… I could experience it once myself."
As Zhao Xinmei muttered, Chen Bin asked in surprise,
"Mom, what did you just say?"