Li Mingying lowered her head, glancing slightly at Bai Junlin's large pregnant belly.
"I understand. I'll talk to Zhao An. Principal, is there anything else you need?"
"No, keep up the good work, Teacher Li. The school is expanding and will be setting up a new music office. Whether you can handle more work depends on your efforts."
Bai Junlin said with a smile, rubbing her lower back; her large belly made things a little difficult.
However, the thought of giving her beloved young husband a child made her smile involuntarily.
From a junior college president to a university president—that's a remarkable achievement!
Becoming a university president requires a very high level of competence and qualities.
And for her, it was practically a done deal.
For no other reason than that she was Zhao An's woman, and carrying Zhao An's child—that was enough.
Li Mingying was somewhat surprised. Was this considered giving her advance notice?
"I...I understand, thank you for your guidance, Principal!"
"You're welcome. If you encounter any difficulties, report them to the organization promptly. We'll definitely help you with what we can. For more complex issues, we'll need to discuss them in a meeting."
Bai Junlin finished speaking and stood up. "Alright, that's all for now."
"Take care, Principal!"
Li Mingying stood up to see the principal off, giving a slight bow, displaying utmost humility.
Actually, she had no ambition, nor any desire to climb the ranks.
However, if she could have the opportunity to try, that would be a good thing.
After all, it was related to her professional title evaluation and her salary!
Raising her daughter wasn't easy, so she needed money.
After seeing the principal off, Li Mingying's phone rang. Her expression changed upon answering the call, and she angrily snorted, "No money, get out!"
It was her ex-husband calling to borrow money. Li Mingying hated gambling addicts the most and would never lend him money.
Li Mingying's ex-husband used to be a high-level manager, but during a trip to Macau, he not only lost everything but also contracted a sexually transmitted disease from prostitution.
If Li Mingying hadn't glanced at him before they slept together, she might have been infected too!
After questioning him, she learned the truth.
Enraged, she divorced her husband the next day.
Moreover, because the debt was from gambling, she wasn't obligated to repay it, and she received the house.
Although not wealthy, she was content.
As long as she raised her daughter, she needed almost no money.
She rarely went out and seldom bought luxury clothes.
Her dresses, stockings, and high heels were all inexpensive items from street vendors, yet of good quality.
The thrifty Li Mingying wouldn't buy brand names; she knew that often the quality of branded items was just so-so, not particularly high!
A woman like this, living a stable life, is difficult to seduce. Clearly, she's frugal and meticulous, occasionally indulging in pleasure.
But more often than not, she's docile and won't give anyone any leverage.
She doesn't gamble or play mahjong.
She just reads books or watches TV in her spare time—a truly detached and contented existence.
Therefore, Zhao An frowned slightly. This woman was definitely a respectable woman.
Unlike the women he'd previously seduced, like his aunts who were forced into their relationships for financial gain, and who gradually fell in love with him during their adulterous affair.
So, to win her over, he had to do something different.
Otherwise, he'd have to rape her!
But only as a last resort…
Zhao An didn't want to directly rape Li Mingying; that would defeat the purpose of seducing a respectable woman.
After a satisfying meal…
Zhao An was pondering a plan. He wanted to make the other party come begging to him.
But how could he make her beg?
This involved digging a trap.
His fingers tapped on the table…
Zhao An looked at Li Mingying's file.
Swoosh! The dormitory door opened, and Liu Xuemei walked in, humming a tune, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.
Wearing stilettos, she appeared even taller and sexier. Countless men, after seeing her, would masturbate alone in bed at night—she was becoming increasingly sexy.
Especially after having a child, she possessed the fullness of a mature woman and the youthful vitality of a young teacher. Such a woman was called a "young married woman," the sexiest woman, and the dream girl of young men!
Unfortunately, not many men could actually pin their dream girl down; most could only watch as her was dominated and played with by others.
"Husband."
Liu Xuemei kicked off her high heels, her fair feet, encased in black stockings, rubbing against Zhao An's thigh. "Thinking about something?"
She snuggled into Zhao An's arms, finding a comfortable position.
A teacher leaning against her student like a young girl—it looked undeniably lewd.
This was so shameless! It was infuriating!
But if other students saw this, their jaws would drop in astonishment!
Which male student hadn't fantasized about their teacher lying in their arms, acting coquettishly, and having a physical relationship with their teacher?
Every student couldn't help but fantasize about it.
Zhao An, his arm around Liu Xuemei's slender waist, inhaling her fragrance, said, "This is a crucial time for your career, so I won't let you get pregnant. We'll talk about it later. Do you know Li Mingying, the music teacher?"
"Oh, that woman? Before you sponsored her, music, art, and other extracurricular classes didn't get much attention, and the school didn't allocate resources to them. She was always on the fringes, not getting much attention, and didn't stand out much. My impression of her was that she was quite well-behaved. What's wrong? Did she piss you off?"
Liu Xuemei smiled seductively, even reaching out to grab Zhao An's penis and stroking it a couple of times.
That hand, which had been holding chalk, was now grabbing a student's penis. Looking at it this way, Liu Xuemei really was a lewd teacher!
"Hiss! You little vixen, you want it, don't you?"
Zhao An pinched Liu Xuemei's breast hard, his eyes narrowing. "Li Mingying drove here herself?"
"Yeah, she's had an old Buick for a long time, so what?"
Liu Xuemei sensed her student husband was up to something, so she excitedly climbed onto Zhao An's lap. "Honey, I want it!"