My name is Fang Fan. I am fifteen years old, a ninth-grade student attending an ordinary middle school in Rongcheng. My grades are average, and I am introverted, with only a few friends mainly because of my mother.
My mother is named Su Zihan, around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, yet at her age, she has become the vice mayor of Rongcheng.
It's hard to imagine someone becoming vice mayor at her age. Such an honor is something countless women may never achieve in a lifetime, and countless men may never accomplish either.But my mother did it perhaps because of her perseverance, her ability, or maybe her beauty.
Yes, my mother is very beautiful. Besides being the "vice mayor," her beauty is also something few women can match. This isn't just me boasting: there was once an online poll, and my mother's photo was included. Even though it was a work photo, among a group of beautiful celebrities, my mother still stood out and took first place.I think, apart from her beauty, it's mainly her temperament that won her the top spot.
But that was just a small episode I happened to see online. I showed it to my mother once. She laughed and said, "What's the big deal? I was even more beautiful when I was younger."
"Yes, Mom is the most beautiful!" I agreed, and I've always believed that. It will never change.
Ninth grade brings heavy coursework. Every day is basically review, exams, then more review, more exams... an endless cycle. I got used to it and gradually became numb.
I tried hard to get good grades, but things didn't go my way. Maybe I just wasn't cut out for it, so my grades never improved and stayed average. Sometimes, when my mother saw me anxious, she would comfort me. That gave me confidence, but when I quietly saw a trace of helplessness in her eyes, I'd lose heart.
After trying a few more times and realizing I really couldn't do well, I just gave up.
One Saturday, I finally had two days off. I planned to sleep in, but my mother dragged me out of bed.
"It's early morning, why are you still sleeping? Get up!" my mother said, standing by my bed.
I'm a teenager, I understand if my thing is too small, it's really not normal. Sometimes I see my peers, and theirs are bigger than mine.
Seeing me blush and embarrassed, my mother didn't continue the topic. She said, "Alright, get up, I'm taking you out today."
"Really?" I didn't believe it.
"Of course! I haven't spent time with you for a while. Haven't you always wanted to go to Duanlong Mountain and watch the sunrise? Let's go today," my mother said, smiling.chest showed off its curves through the slightly tight shirt. Even though it was a shallow V-neck, her chest was so full it pushed the neckline up, plump and prominent.
Because of this contrast, my mother's waist looked very slim, like a wasp waist slender, attractive, delicate, and flexible, the perfect "water snake waist."
Below, she wore a black knee-length pencil skirt. Her hips were high and round, and in the tight skirt, the curve was stunning almost unreal. Going down the stairs, her hips swayed up and down, full of movement.
She didn't wear stockings she rarely did, since her calves were like white jade, so there was no need. On her feet, she wore light black high heels, making a "da da da" sound as she walked, like the most beautiful music in the world.It's a tourist spot, but because the weather wasn't good today, there weren't as many people as usual. After parking, my mother put on sunglasses, grabbed her bag, and told me to get out.
Now that she's vice mayor, wearing sunglasses is a must otherwise, it'd be bad if people recognized her.
There was no need to buy tickets, so my mother and I started walking up the mountain.As we walked, my mother's smile faded and she became colder not because she was in a bad mood, but because I knew she only smiled in front of me. Outside, she always showed a cold demeanor, which gave her authority.
It really worked. When my mother got cold, no one dared mess with her, not even men.
So, we walked up the mountain. We planned to reach the top today because I wanted to see the sunrise tomorrow morning it's beautiful, and my mother brought me here for that reason.
After nearly an hour, beads of sweat appeared on my mother's fair forehead. I was also tired, so I suggested we rest. There was a pavilion ahead.
After we sat down, my mother's full chest rose and fell, her breathing a bit rapid. I didn't know why, but after sitting, my forehead felt hot, my head dizzy, my body weak. What I didn't know was that my face was already pale, my eyelids heavy, and I wanted to sleep.
"Fan Fan, what's wrong... don't scare Mom..." Before I fainted, I heard my mother's anxious voice.
I don't know how long passed. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a strange room.
"Mom..." I murmured.
"Fan Fan, how are you? Mom is here." A familiar figure sat beside me.
"I... what happened?" I still felt tired.
"You had heatstroke," my mother said.
"Huh?" I didn't believe it. How could I have heatstroke?
Just as I wanted to ask more, suddenly there was a knock at the door.