Chapter 6: Xia Yaxuan’s Suspicion!

Xia Yaxuan remembered the conversation she had with her son. No one had come to the house last night; only the two of them had been there. She knew exactly what kind of person her son was, and her husband had not been home either. He had worked overtime last night, then gone back in the middle of the night to spend the night at his lover’s place. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know her husband was cheating. She just never said anything or pushed back, all to keep the family together.

When she got up this morning, she went to the bathroom and found semen stains on her underwear. Zhao An had handled things very well, but there was still a lot of cum left inside her womb. The semen that hadn’t been absorbed would keep leaking out.

That was why Xia Yaxuan’s attitude toward Zhao An was so calm. She had no proof, and right now there was a very high chance it had been Zhao An. Her son wasn’t impossible, but the odds were far too small.

Xia Yaxuan checked the surveillance footage for the apartment complex. Any owner could look it up; it was very open. The recordings only lasted a month before being overwritten by new footage.

She saw that her son had gone out last night, and after he came back, two more hours had passed. During that time, only she and Zhao An had been there. Thinking of what had happened last night, Xia Yaxuan was already ninety percent certain that Zhao An had secretly taken advantage of her drunken blackout and fucked her. And he hadn’t even worn a condom, instead fucking his cum deep inside her, forcing her to go find morning-after pills to take. “That damn brat!”

In class, Zhao An took out his old practice problems. The questions that had troubled him all this time seemed to carry some kind of hidden guidance, as if an invisible hand were showing him how to act.

Thinking of that, Zhao An’s smile turned bold.

The bell rang, followed by the click of high heels. It was the English teacher for Class One, her long, slender legs wrapped in jeans, her feet in a pair of simple round-toe heels with a five-centimeter lift. They weren’t flashy, but they accentuated her sex appeal perfectly.

It was Teacher Liu Xuemei, who had only graduated and come to teach at the school two years ago. Young and full of energy, she was exactly the type many boys liked.

Zhao An naturally liked this kind of young, stylish female teacher too. Whether it was a young woman or a married milf, each had her own advantages. What he got from a mature woman was satisfaction; what he got from a young girl was conquest.

After one class, Zhao An had barely listened at all. He spent the whole time thinking about what he should do next.

Lunch break arrived. After eating, Zhao An came up with a good idea. He had to rise quickly. But it was hard for an ordinary nobody to leap straight to the top. Since he couldn’t do that, he would take it slowly.

Through chatting with his classmates, Zhao An learned that five was his lucky number. No matter who the classmate was, as long as he spoke to them five times, he could lock onto their inner thoughts. As long as he wanted to listen, he could hear the secrets in their heart.

Taking his notebook with him, Zhao An strode briskly to the principal’s office. There were two principals: one head principal and two vice principals.

“Hello, Principal Du. I’m Zhao An from Class One. I’m preparing to write a column on essays, and I’m sorry to bother you for a few minutes. I only want to ask you five questions, and I hope you can help me answer them,” Zhao An said, putting on a harmless, innocent look. His identity as a student gave him the perfect cover.

Principal Du was a standard middle-aged man with a Mediterranean-style bald spot. He looked down at his watch and said, “Fine. Five minutes, at most. I have other things to do.”

“Good. First question: when it comes to students dating too early, do you think the focus should be on guidance or prohibition?” Zhao An asked, taking out his notebook and looking completely focused.

Principal Du frowned. He felt this student’s question had some substance. “Both prohibition and guidance have to be used together to work.”

“May I ask whether you think students should focus on studying at this stage, or on developing interests and skills?” Zhao An continued, while writing notes.

“Develop interests on the premise that studies are guaranteed,” Principal Du answered just as simply.

“Third question: how long have you worked in education, Principal?” Zhao An’s smile grew brighter and brighter.

“Thirty-three years,” Principal Du said, growing a little impatient as he looked down at his watch again.

“Good. Last question: do you think you’re happy, Principal Du?” Zhao An asked with a radiant smile. He was almost done.

“Haha, of course I’m happy,” Principal Du laughed. He had money he could embezzle, and he could also use backroom favors. What was bad about that?

“Ding. Acquisition successful.”

Zhao An said softly, “Since that’s how it is, I wish you and the cleaning lady a long and happy marriage. Also, I won’t tell Uncle Qin about this, and it won’t affect your transfer at all.”

This so-called Uncle Qin was simply the top man in the education bureau. People always moved upward like water flowing downhill, and a principal could get the chance to move into the department and take a post there. He was also trying to get transferred to a higher-level school. Either option was a very good choice. But you had to pick a side. If you didn’t, you’d be kicked out and someone else’s man would be installed in your place.

Principal Du’s eyes went wide. “What’s your relationship with Bureau Chief Qin?”

“Heh. You don’t need to know. My uncle will be calling you soon enough. That’s all. Goodbye, Principal.” Zhao An had already extracted all of Principal Du’s hidden information. From this moment on, as long as he wanted, he could know what the other man was thinking at any time.

“Oh, right. You don’t really think nobody knew about the kickbacks from the last cafeteria expansion, the cafeteria vendor contracts, and the equipment purchases, do you? Heh. You’d better take care of yourself.” Zhao An exposed another one of the principal’s secrets. Corruption, taking bribes, and messing around with the cleaning lady. Any one of those would be enough to ruin him.

“Wait, classmate, we can have lunch together.” Principal Du said hurriedly. He was panicking.

“No need, Principal. I just came to tell you. Anyway, help me ask for leave this afternoon. Zhao An, Class One, Grade Ten.” After speaking, Zhao An waved and left. He didn’t need to study at all, but coming here once in a while was fine, because there were still many things here worth uncovering. And wasn’t being a student itself a kind of pleasure? Young female classmates, the pretty class beauty, and the mature, seductive female teacher. Life was full of excitement!