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By the end, Zhao Xinmei was still not satisfied.
She aimed another kick at Chen Bin's rear.
Chen Bin immediately put on a pitiful face and began to plead.
"Mom, I know I was wrong. Please don't get yourself worked up over it."
"You truly don't want me to get upset?" Zhao Xinmei sneered coldly.
"Of course."
"Kneel down!"
What?
Hearing that unquestionable tone, Chen Bin was completely dumbfounded.
Ever since his grandfather passed away, he had become an orphan.
As for kneeling before someone, it was something he had almost never done.
As a man, you kneel to heaven, to earth, and to your parents.
Kneeling to your godmother, it... seemed barely acceptable.
Seeing that Chen Bin remained unmoved, Zhao Xinmei grabbed a feather duster nearby.
Her voice sharpened: "I'm asking you for the last time: Are you kneeling or not?!"
Faced with his tiger-like godmother, Chen Bin's knees finally gave way, dropping straight to the floor.
Unable to contain her fury any longer, Zhao Xinmei raised the feather duster and delivered a flurry of blows on Chen Bin.
Maybe it was due to the heat of anger—she didn't hold back in the slightest.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Chen Bin could only grit his teeth and endure the pain, not daring to make a sound.
After wearing herself out, Zhao Xinmei grabbed Chen Bin's ear again, speaking through gritted teeth.
"Tell me, will you ever take my things to do those disgusting things again?"
"I won't! I swear I won't!"
Chen Bin shook his head frantically, looking pitiful.
Holding the feather duster in one hand with the other on her hip, Zhao Xinmei spoke sternly from above.
"You're a grown man now. Why don't you go out and date a decent girl from a good family? Why play those vile little tricks at home?!"
Chen Bin scrunched his lips, reluctantly explaining.
"Because someone like me won't attract any girls."
Hearing this, Zhao Xinmei felt a pang in her heart.
A deep sense of guilt washed over her.
Years ago, Chen Bin's mother entrusted him to her, so she'd embraced Chen Bin as her godson.
She'd originally intended to take him home and raise him personally, but couldn't persuade Wang Jun—who vehemently opposed the idea.
Over these years, she hadn't given much to Chen Bin, and certainly hadn't taken on the responsibilities of a mother.
Even now, letting Chen Bin move in was mostly for the convenience of ingratiating herself with Gao Wanjun.
Letting out a small sigh, Zhao Xinmei spoke guiltily.
"Xiao Bin, don't think too much. In my heart, I've always treated you like my own son. In the future, if you meet a girl you like, just go for it. Whether you need a marital home or a dowry, Mom will help you prepare."
Faced with this sudden display of maternal love, Chen Bin's heart trembled slightly, filling with gratitude.
"Thank you, Mom. Thank you!"
Seeing this, Zhao Xinmei felt an even deeper discomfort.
Logically speaking, since Chen Bin grew up without parents, he likely hadn't had anyone to teach him about certain aspects of life.
As his mother, she should be patient in guiding him.
Hitting him had been wrong.
But to maintain her authority as his mother, she still asked sternly:
"Do you understand what you did wrong?"
Chen Bin pursed his lips and answered quietly.
"I understand."
She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, letting out a deep sigh.
"Come over and sit down."
Chen Bin didn't hesitate, quickly moving to Zhao Xinmei's side and sitting himself down on the floor.
He wrapped his arms around her black-stockinged legs, pressing his face against them as if he deeply regretted his actions.
"Mom, I was blinded by stupidity at the time. Now that I reflect on it, I regret it so much. Please, don't be angry anymore!"
Sighing, Zhao Xinmei gently ran her fingers through Chen Bin's hair.
"If you know you were wrong, you need to correct it. I was wrong to hit you earlier. Mom apologizes to you."
Chen Bin clung tightly to Zhao Xinmei's stockinged legs and smiled as he said:
"If you do something wrong, you should be punished. You hitting me was totally fair. Besides, you're my mom. It's normal for you to hit me if you're upset."
Hearing this, Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but laugh.
The mole at the corner of her lips trembled slightly as she smiled, making her appear rather alluring.
"You little rascal—what, do you think your mom is a bandit or a robber?"
Seeing that Zhao Xinmei's anger had faded, Chen Bin's thoughts began to drift toward her legs.
Her legs were not only long and slender but also remarkably soft to the touch.
The black pantyhose she wore lacked a bit of transparency but felt wonderful.
They were dense and smooth—pleasant to the touch.
The matte finish of the stockings added an air of elegance.
The scent of mature womanliness entered his nose, and Chen Bin couldn't help but imagine lifting her skirt to see what lay beneath.
But he knew such thoughts could only exist in his mind.
If he dared act on them, he'd be done for!
Just as Chen Bin's face displayed satisfaction, Zhao Xinmei sensed something amiss.
She stopped moving and her tone became more serious.
"You should sit on the bed instead of the floor—it's dirty down there."
Despite his reluctance, Chen Bin released her legs.
After sitting on the bed, he couldn't help but ask:
"Mom, where's my godfather? Why haven't I seen him come back?"
"He's been busy with work and social engagements for his promotion lately. He only comes back during his days off."
Saying this, Zhao Xinmei grabbed a bottle of safflower oil from the nearby first aid kit.
"Xiao Bin, lift your shirt up so Mom can apply some medicine for you."
Chen Bin hadn't felt much pain earlier, but now that Zhao Xinmei mentioned it, his back suddenly stung intensely.
No hesitation—he removed his shirt, revealing a toned physique.
Seeing this, Zhao Xinmei froze in place.
She hadn't expected Chen Bin to have such a great physique.
Not clumsy like Western bodybuilders, nor greasy like middle-aged men.
His muscular yet fluid build paired seamlessly with his handsome face.
He was precisely her vision of a prince charming!
But remembering their familial relationship, Zhao Xinmei sighed softly.
Her heart tinged with reluctance.
A man like Chen Bin, with looks and physique to match—who would eventually end up with him?
And saying this much reminded her of when Chen Bin spent all that time with Gao Wanjun in the bedroom—his skills in bed must be something else.
"If only… I could experience that once."
As Zhao Xinmei murmured softly to herself, Chen Bin asked, confused:
"Mom, what did you just say?"