Chapter 11
Chen Mo's face turned ugly, "This matter was already over, yet Chen Qiuwan had to come looking for trouble with me again. I guess He Wen's family must have complained to the school again."
Wang Dahai sighed slowly while walking.
"You should try to understand, this Chen Qiuwan, although she's quite a beauty, has a husband who's unfaithful, and her daughter is abroad."
"She's hit menopause, and, on top of the constraints on herself that make it impossible for her to have an affair like her husband, she's really holding a lot inside. That's just how women of her age are, we should show some understanding."
Wang Dahai patted Chen Mo on the shoulder.
His eyes conveyed a trace of pity.
It was then that Chen Mo understood there was more to Chen Qiuwan's past.
Menopause, a cheating husband, and her children not around—naturally, she could only vent her frustrations within the school.
Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat.
It seemed that the women who visited his club all shared a very clear characteristic; most were lonely, confined to their chilly boudoirs, their solitude unbearable.
He just hadn't thought that the school's director would be such a person, and it was unknown how she relieved her loneliness.
But this revelation started to give Chen Mo some different ideas.
Now that he knew the director was such a person, could it be that she might share some thoughts similar to Wan Qian's?
He Wen and Wan Meirou saw Chen Mo walk out of the director's office, a hint of mockery flickering in their eyes.
He Wen laughed coldly, "Chen Mo, you're not qualified to fight us. Who do you think you are? Let me tell you, if you continue to be oblivious to what you're up against, you'll be in for some tough times!"
Chen Mo's face was icy, "Really? I've got something coming to me? I'm quite curious to hear how you can make such a brazen claim."
A scornful cold smile played on Chen Mo's lips.
Seeing Chen Mo's demeanor, He Wen felt an intense irritation.
He added coldly, "You damned gigolo, you don't think you're all that now, do you? I'm telling you, this is just the beginning. You can't beat me!"
"Whether I can beat you seems premature to say right now," Chen Mo said with a cold laugh.
"Fine, Chen Mo, since you think you've got the guts to play with me, I don't mind playing along!"
He Wen left with Wan Meirou.
Chen Mo let out a slow sigh.
Wang Fatty ground his teeth, "In my opinion, those damn people deserve to be hacked to pieces. They just feel like everything about them is off. If you don't give them a taste of their own medicine, they think they can open a dye workshop!"
"No worries, since they want to play, let them have their fun for now. There's no rush with this matter," Chen Mo's lips curled into a faint cold smile.
He seemed truly unhurried about everything, which aroused curiosity in Wang Dahai's eyes.
Unable to help himself, Wang Dahai said with a laugh, "Chen Mo, to be honest, I'm finding it harder and harder to understand you. Are you so confident because you think you have a way to deal with He Wen and the rest of them?"
Chen Mo smiled and nodded, "Of course. Since I dare to do this, then I'm absolutely sure I can turn defeat into victory."
Chen Mo thought of Wan Qian. As long as he had Wan Qian, dealing with someone like the minor Wan Meirou was a simple matter; it was just a question of timing.
After making up his mind, Chen Mo simply had no other thoughts, and a fierce flash appeared in his eyes before quickly disappearing.
After school, he went to work at the club as usual.
What Chen Qiuwan had said to him that day occupied his mind.
His heart was filled with mixed feelings, filled with intense dissatisfaction.
Why did that woman treat him one way and others in an entirely better manner? The very thought filled him with immense anger.
"Chen Qiuwan, you're the head teacher, but the things you do don't have anything to do with that role. You also judge your own students with a biased view—how laughable!"
Chen Mo carried a tray laden with essential oils and some women's accessories.
After arriving at a secluded private room along the long corridor, Chen Mo bowed as usual and began slowly, "Honored guest, hello, I'm masseur number 9, pleased to serve you. I'll provide you with the ultimate experience."
This time, Chen Mo specifically wore a mask, like one you would wear to a masquerade, covering the area around his eyes.
When Chen Mo looked up at the woman before him, he was instantly stunned. This wasn't just anyone; it was Chen Qiuwan, the head teacher at his school!
Her?
Why was she here?
In that moment, Chen Mo felt like his heart was hammered hard.
Chen Qiuwan lay on the massage bed appearing rather anxious. Gone was her usual sternness and severity, and her delicate face had an indescribable charm.
Normally, Chen Qiuwan was a very cold woman, rarely smiling or joking.
But this usually serious woman, showing such an expression, became all the more irresistible.
Like Chen Qiuwan at this very moment.
This was the first time Chen Mo had seen Chen Qiuwan with such an expression. She was usually so stern, so cold.
But now, she looked so alluring.
She was like a white lotus growing atop a snowy mountain, always waiting to be plucked.
Chen Mo had never even imagined such a scene before, and suddenly felt his heart touched in some way.
Chen Mo controlled his wildly beating heart, thinking even today.
A woman like Chen Qiuwan, cloistered and lonely, must sometimes long for a man, though she never shows it.
Could it be that Chen Qiuwan was the same as he had thought, a suppressed person? He never imagined he was correct!
This woman was indeed incredibly suppressed.
Chen Qiuwan also came here in search of excitement because she was human, a woman in her thirties exuding an abundance of female hormones.
She looked shy and beautiful, like an adolescent girl waiting for her lover.
Chen Qiuwan currently lacked the superior air she had at the school, displaying instead an indescribable allure.
"Is this the guest's first time here?" Chen Mo controlled his wildly beating heart and asked Chen Qiuwan.