"Hahaha! Missed your dad, didn't you?"
Dad must have sensed my emotions as he gently patted my head.
"Yeah, Dad, when did you get home?"
Smelling the faint scent of cooking oil on him, I knew he must have returned early to prepare dinner for us. I let go of his embrace and looked up at his joyful smile, noticing several strands of white hair that had appeared on his head.
Seeing those stark white hairs sprouting from his forehead, an inexplicable pang of sorrow surged from my heart all the way to my brain.
"I caught a flight back this afternoon and made sure to return early so I could go to the market to buy groceries and cook for you all. I missed you so much while I was away."
Dad smiled at me, then glanced at Mom standing behind me, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Hehe, Dad, Sam missed you too!"
Sam slung an arm over Dad's shoulder from behind. Standing side by side, Dad appeared much smaller and slimmer in comparison—it seemed Sam had grown taller and stronger again.
"Haha, thank you, Sam. Oh, honey, you all rest up. Dinner will be ready soon!"
Dad looked at us with love and contentment, unaware that Sam, that wolf, had already set his sights on Mom.
"I must protect Mom!"
Looking at Dad and then at Mom, I resolved to stay vigilant against Sam and protect Mom until he left China.
During dinner, in the living room.
"Son, Sam, while I was away for so long, did you two help Mom with the household chores?"
Dad and Mom sat on one side of the dining table. Perhaps out of guilt toward Mom, Dad gazed at her tenderly before pretending to be stern as he looked at Sam and me.
"Dad, Zihan and I did help Mom with some chores. I even helped her wash clothes!"
Sam said cheerfully while looking at Mom, his dark face appearing honest and sincere. His words carried the pure, youthful energy of a teenager, without a trace of malice.
"Really? Sam actually helped Mom wash clothes?"
Dad seemed a bit incredulous.
"It's true! If you don't believe me, ask Mom! Mom, didn't I help you wash clothes?"
Sam acted like a child, eagerly seeking approval and praise from the adults.
"Uh, hehe... yes, Sam did help me wash clothes..."
Mom turned to Dad and smiled slightly.
When did Sam ever help Mom wash clothes? I was puzzled too, but since Mom confirmed it, he must have done so.
"Sam, you're amazing! Here, have this big chicken drumstick!"
Seeing Sam's innocent expression, Dad didn't suspect a thing. Like a proud father, he praised Sam and placed a chicken drumstick into Sam's bowl.
"Thank you, Dad! Hehe, actually, I helped Mom with a lot of other things too."
Sam smiled warmly at Dad and me, then fixed his gaze directly on Mom.
Perhaps because I had witnessed what happened between Mom and Sam, my heart skipped a beat as I glanced at Mom.
Mom lowered her head, picking up some food with her chopsticks to place into Dad's bowl.
"Oh? It sounds like Sam helped Dad out a lot by sharing the household chores with Mom! What about you, Zihan?"
Dad looked affectionately at the food Mom had given him, then turned his gaze to me.
"Dad, it wasn't just me helping Mom with the chores. Most of the time, Zihan and I did them together. Zihan taught me everything."
Sam looked at me with a simple, honest expression, his wide grin making it hard not to see the pure innocence in the Black man beside me.
"Haha, Zihan, tell me, what did you and Sam help your mom with?"
Dad, however, watched me with keen interest.
"Dad, it was nothing much—just washing dishes, cleaning vegetables, sweeping and mopping the floor. But we didn't do much; Mom did most of the work."
I replied awkwardly. Truth be told, Mom handled the bulk of the chores, while Sam and I only helped with some light tidying.
"Haha, that's right, Dad. I think this big chicken leg should go to Mom. She's worked so hard, taking such good care of me and Zihan."
With that, Sam picked up the large chicken leg from his bowl and placed it into Mom's.
"Giggle… At least you two have some conscience."
Hearing Sam's words, Mom beamed with joy, like a rose in full bloom, radiant and lively. Sam's eyes widened—perhaps he rarely saw Mom this happy.
"Ah, right, how could I forget? There's another chicken leg. Let's both give them to Mom, okay?"
Dad laughed awkwardly, maybe realizing he'd overlooked how much Mom truly managed the household.
"Absolutely! Mom works so hard; she should eat more to nourish herself."
Sam grinned widely, revealing his pearly white teeth.
"Yeah, Dad, Mom really puts in a lot of effort."
"Haha, dear, here, you should eat both chicken legs. It's a token of appreciation from the three of us men."
Dad said, still somewhat embarrassed.
"Giggle… Alright then, I'll gladly accept the kindness from my three men."
Mom was overjoyed as she took the chicken leg Dad offered.
The family dinner ended in a warm and cheerful atmosphere. If anyone knew how to liven things up, it was Sam. Throughout the meal, he had Dad laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, and Mom was all smiles too.
Perhaps during this rare, reunited dinner, both Mom and I had momentarily pushed aside the things that had happened between her and Sam.
After dinner, eager to impress Dad, Sam had him lie on the sofa while he sat on top, giving him a massage.
Mom and I watched TV nearby, occasionally hearing Dad's pained groans from the other side.
"Ah! Sam, your technique has improved, hasn't it? It's a bit sore, but my whole body feels so relaxed and comfortable!"
Once Sam finished the massage, Dad sat up on the sofa, stretching and praising him nonstop.
"Hehe, thanks, Dad."
Sam scratched his head sheepishly and glanced at Mom.
"Mom, would you like me to give you a massage?"
"No, thank you."
Perhaps because Dad was home, Mom declined Sam's offer.
"Dear, didn't you work all day? Let Sam give you a massage—it feels amazing when he does it."
Dad couldn't stop smiling, clearly thoroughly pleased with Sam's skills.
"I'm not tired today. It's fine."
Mom refused again. I figured she might be thinking about what Sam had done to her. After all, having gone through such experiences, no one would feel entirely at ease unless Mom had willingly accepted it.
For now, it seemed my suspicions were correct—whatever had happened, Mom was likely coerced by Sam more often than not.
Strangely enough, that thought brought me a sense of relief.
"Sam, give me a massage. These past few days of exams have completely worn me out."
Since Mom wouldn't do it, I figured I'd have Sam give me a rubdown. After all, this foreign student from Africa really knows how to work the body.
"Haha, sure, Zihan. Come on over."
Sam laughed heartily and carefreely. If I hadn't witnessed those two nights, I would never have suspected that Sam could be that kind of person.
"Ah~ so good~ oh oh~ that hurts~ easy, easy~ ah~"
"Hahahaha…"
"Giggle giggle…"
The living room echoed with my groans and my parents' laughter.
That night, perhaps Sam was tired. After showering, he got under the covers early. Whether he actually fell asleep or not, I didn't bother to check.
Dad came home, which eased my tense nerves quite a bit. With Dad around to keep Mom company, could Sam really dare to bully Mom right under Dad's nose?
Thinking about it, that seemed impossible.
I picked up my phone, chatted with Li Xiaojun for a bit, and then habitually opened that website—"Taboo House," an underground dark web trading and communication site filled with mysterious energy.
"Big Bro, it's been a while since I've seen you update. Are you not planning to keep writing novels? I didn't get enough from your last one. I hope you'll keep shining and bringing joy to us fellow enthusiasts!"
A netizen from a Nordic country sent me a private message.
This instantly sparked my brain. I really wanted to keep writing, but the situation with Sam and Mom was weighing on me, leaving me with no extra energy for creative exploration.
"Thank you for your support. Next time I update, I'll upload a complete original novel as a way to repay all of you for your passion."
I figured that was the best way to reply. After all, they genuinely supported my writing and had even given me quite a few tips.
I quietly made up my mind: once Sam left our house, I'd write another novel. Once it was finished, I'd upload it to Taboo House and let my fans binge-read to their hearts' content.
"Big Bro, long time no see. What have you been up to lately? My teacher is so hard to win over. A woman's heart is always so unpredictable. After I threatened her and had her a few times, she just silently cursed me inside. When I tried to talk to her nicely, she ended up yelling at me. Big Bro, tell me, are all women masochists? Do we have to abuse them harshly for them to like us men? Looking forward to your reply."
I looked at this private message—it was actually from Frank. I chuckled to myself. Frank, who had been with so many women, had actually stumbled over this female teacher. It seemed she was a principled person: when she was happy, she might even willingly give in to Sam's threats, but when she wasn't, she wouldn't let him play with her even if he begged.
I clicked on Frank's profile and was surprised to see that his status showed him as online. My interest was immediately piqued.
"Frank, hello there. Long time no talk."
A few seconds later, Frank actually replied.
"Ah, Big Bro, you're finally online! By the way, did you see the private message I sent you? I've been so pissed off lately. Even though I've had my teacher a few times, she hasn't let me touch her recently."
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know either. Maybe it's because she's on her period lately! Or maybe she's worried her son might find out about us."
That white female teacher has a son?
"Wow, Frank, you're really something! You even dared to go for someone with kids!"
"Hehe, bro, speaking of that, I once did it with the teacher at her place while her son was studying in the living room. Damn, that was thrilling!"
"Frank, you've got some guts. With the teacher's son at home, you still dared to mess around with her!"
I was a bit shocked—Frank was actually this bold.
"Hehe, about that, it was only because I shamelessly followed the teacher home and asked her to tutor me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance."
"The teacher agreed to let you go?"
"Of course she did. Because I secretly recorded a video of me threatening her while we were doing it. I told her if she didn't let me have her, I'd post the video online. It was either that or nothing, and she got scared."
"Frank, you're really something. If she gave in to your threats, why didn't you keep threatening her?"
"Sigh... I threatened her a few times, but lately she seems genuinely angry. No matter how much I threaten her, it doesn't work. I can't actually post the video online, after all—she's already been with me a few times."
"Bro, speaking of this, do you have any ideas? Maybe if I can make the teacher happy again, I might get another chance with her. Then I'll record it and show you."
Damn, that's really thrilling. Honestly, I'd love to see Frank with that white female teacher. She's a classic European-American woman—angelic face, golden hair, fair skin, beautiful looks, long legs, and especially those stunning breasts. The thought of a Black guy with a white woman gets me excited just thinking about it.
"Well, women, at the end of the day, care about being noticed and cared for. They pay the most attention to these things. You can't rush it. Since you've already been with that teacher, it means she has some inexplicable feelings for you. If you just care for her sincerely, maybe she'll think you genuinely care about her, and then you can keep being with her."
What experience do I have? I just started dating myself.
But women are emotional creatures. Once a woman is moved, forget just being with her—everything about her belongs to the man who moved her.
"That's true. I've been too focused on wanting to be with her all the time and ignored her feelings. Looks like I need to care for her too. Bro, do you have any more detailed ideas?"
"You can observe her, see what she needs, and buy it for her. At the very least, buy her flowers. What woman doesn't like flowers?"
Thinking about how much my mom loves flowers, I figure foreign women are probably the same.
"Oh yeah, I think I've seen the teacher buy flowers before. Hehe. I get it now. Thanks, bro. When I get with the teacher again, I'll send you the video."
"Alright, go for it, Frank."
Sigh, I don't know if this counts as aiding and abetting.
"Oh, by the way, bro, I have the video of the first time I was with the teacher. Do you want to see it?"
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