Forcibly Taken by My Student’s Mother - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Smoldering Flames of a Closet Pervert, Tightly Suppressed…

Because Su Xiaowan simply couldn’t get up in the morning, Tao Yao arranged her lessons to start at two in the afternoon.

After washing up, Tao Yao had a casual breakfast and headed out, carrying that bank card with her.

She first went to the bank to set up online banking. The process was quick; after binding her phone, Tao Yao sat on a waiting chair in the bank lobby and opened the mobile banking app.

She stared at the “100000” on the balance page for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and began to operate with her fingers.

Transfer, enter her father’s card number, amount—she hesitated for a moment, then entered 95000.

“I’ll keep five thousand for emergencies,” she whispered to herself, confirmed the transaction, and entered her password.

A notification popped up on the screen indicating a successful transfer.

Almost simultaneously, her phone vibrated—the caller ID showed “Dad.”

Tao Yao picked up, but before she could speak, her father’s anxious voice came through: “Yaoyao! Where did you get this much money?!”

“Dad, I was just about to tell you…”

“I’m telling you, no matter how hard things get for our family, we cannot take the wrong path! Do you hear me?”

Her father’s voice was urgent and fierce, but Tao Yao could hear that the ferocity was entirely born of worry.

“No, Dad, listen to me…”

“Listen to what? Ninety-five thousand! Where on earth would a student like you get that much money?” Her father’s voice suddenly began to tremble. “Did you take a loan from sharks? Or…”

“Dad!” Tao Yao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Where is your mind going!”

On the other end of the phone, her mother’s voice came through with a sob, the background noise chaotic: “Old Tao, what happened? What happened to Yaoyao? … What? My precious daughter, you mustn’t do anything foolish. Mom is going to the city to find you right now. Mom will pay back this debt herself; I can’t let it drag you down…”

Tao Yao massaged her temples: “Mom, don’t panic, just let me finish talking, okay?”

“Where are you right now? Mom is buying a ticket to find you right now, you absolutely must not…”

“This money is an advance on my salary!” Tao Yao finally found an opening and shouted at the top of her lungs.

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

A few seconds later, her father’s hesitant voice sounded: “Advance… salary? What kind of salary can be advanced by this much?”

“Tutoring, I told you guys about it.” Tao Yao tried to make her voice sound light and natural. “The family of the student I’m teaching is incredibly wealthy. Her mother saw that my family was in trouble, so she kindly gave me next month’s tutoring fee in advance, plus a little bonus.”

“What kind of boss is that kind?” Her mother’s voice was still skeptical. “Yaoyao, don’t lie to Mom. Even though Mom isn’t smart, I know pie doesn’t just fall from the sky…”

Tao Yao’s heart skipped a beat, feeling inexplicably guilty.

That parent… was indeed a bit “kind” to an excessive degree.

But could she say that? Of course not.

“Really, Mom.” Tao Yao softened her voice. “The lady of that house is the president of a large company, a woman of great vision; she doesn’t lack this little bit of money. She just saw that I was teaching seriously and that her daughter was making progress, so she did this. Think about it—if I really did something bad, would I be able to transfer the money so openly? The bank has records of everything.”

Silence fell on the other end again, as if they were processing her words.

Tao Yao struck while the iron was hot: “And this money isn’t for nothing. I signed an agreement; I have to teach well for the next three months. If I don’t teach well, I have to pay it back. So you guys can rest easy; this money came in a perfectly upright way.”

“Re… really?” Her mother’s voice was still a bit shaky, but the despair from a moment ago was gone.

“Absolutely true.” Tao Yao’s tone was certain. “You guys pay off this month’s loan first, and put the rest in the bank. We’ll pay it back slowly, so the pressure won’t be so great.”

Suppressed sobs came from her mother on the other end, followed by her father’s somewhat choked voice: “Good… good… my daughter has done well… Dad is useless, making a child like you…”

“Dad, what are you talking about.” Tao Yao’s nose felt a bit stingy, but she held it back. “We’re a family. You guys raised me for so long; now that I can make money, isn’t it only right to help the family?”

“Wuwu… my Yaoyao has grown up…” Her mother finally couldn’t hold back her tears. “Mom is sorry… if only Mom hadn’t been stupid and believed your uncle… our family wouldn’t be…”

“Alright Mom, it’s all in the past.”

Tao Yao comforted and explained for a good while before her parents finally believed the money was legitimate. They repeatedly urged her to work hard and take care of her health before finally hanging up.

Tao Yao put down her phone and let out a long breath.

She watched the people coming and going in the bank lobby, her heart a mess of emotions. It was true her parents loved her, but sometimes that excessive worry and their not-so-bright minds were truly frustrating.

But that was her family. No matter how frustrating, she had to bear it.

Leaving the bank, Tao Yao rode her mountain bike back to her rental apartment.

Class didn’t start until two in the afternoon; she still had time to write today’s novel update.

Although she now had the money from Lu Xuelan and the short-term economic pressure was much smaller, it wasn’t a long-term solution after all. Writing novels to earn extra cash was both something she loved and a relatively free source of income.

Back home, Tao Yao opened her computer, brewed a cup of instant coffee, and stared at the document.

The story she was currently updating was originally in the most addictive stage of ambiguity, but the last update had been stuck. Because Lu Xuelan had provoked her by wearing that backless camisole, her state had been terrible, and she had written something dry and completely lacking in CP-chemistry.

Now, sitting in front of the computer, she seemed to have fallen back into that awkward state.

She mechanically tapped the keys, staring at the line of text, always feeling something was wrong.

Too ordinary, too cliché.

She deleted it and rewrote: …

Still wrong.

Tao Yao grabbed her hair in frustration.

She tried to imagine the scene, the subtle throb when the protagonists lock eyes, but what surfaced in her mind was—the inside of the car last night. That cold fragrance on Lu Xuelan as she leaned in, and the cool touch of her fingertips grazing her collarbone.

And that sentence: “Teacher Tao’s heartbeat… seems a bit fast.”

“Fck!” Tao Yao slammed the desk hard.

Unshakable. Now this fox spirit was even interfering with her creative work!

She forced herself to concentrate and looked at the screen again. But with her fingers on the keyboard, she just couldn’t type a single word. Those ambiguous descriptions that used to come so easily now seemed pale and weak. When she wrote about gentle gazes, her mind filled with Lu Xuelan’s deep eyes. When she wrote about the light touch of fingertips, her skin remembered Lu Xuelan’s touch.

“It’s over.” Tao Yao slumped in her chair, staring at the ceiling in despair. “My story is going to be ruined.”

This feeling was terrible. It was like a chef suddenly losing their sense of taste, or a painter suddenly unable to distinguish colors. Her writing ability, which she relied on for survival and took pride in, seemed to be blocked by something.

And the thing blocking it was Lu Xuelan.

This realization made Tao Yao even more infuriated. She stared at the screen; those few lines of text seemed to be mocking her.

Anxiety coiled around her like vines.

Just then, the absurd thought that had popped up before occupied her mind again, carrying the fierce determination of someone with nothing left to lose: Since I can’t write the ambiguity between the hero and heroine, I’ll write something else. Write something… that will make me feel good.

A Yuri novel.

Using Lu Xuelan as the prototype.

Tao Yao sat up straight, a flame of something near-vengeful lighting up her eyes.

Fine, aren’t you harassing me? Aren’t you making it so I can’t write? Then I’ll write you into my story. I’ll write down all your fake-sanctimonious, closet-pervert behavior and let the readers see it for themselves!

Once the idea appeared, it could no longer be suppressed.

She created a new document. Before she even thought of a title, her fingers were already flying across the keyboard.

She set the characters first.

One of the female leads: Leng Yue. President of a listed group. High-cold and abstinent in appearance, she spends the whole year in well-tailored business suits and skirts, her hair impeccably pinned up, her makeup exquisite but entirely devoid of warmth. She speaks scathingly, her gaze could freeze someone to death, and everyone in the company fears her. But only a very few people know that Leng Yue has a secret—she likes women. Moreover, deep within her heart hides the smoldering flame of a closet pervert, tightly suppressed beneath an iceberg.

The other female lead: Lin Ye. Nothing much to say—perfectly projecting herself for revenge.

As Tao Yao wrote, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

She began to conceive their first confrontation.

At first, Leng Yue was full of prejudice toward Lin Ye, feeling that this young tutor had impure intentions and wanted to climb the social ladder, speaking coldly to her in front of her daughter. Lin Ye was dying of anger but had to endure for the sake of money.

“Yes, just like that.” Tao Yao murmured to herself, her fingers tapping even faster.

She took the details between herself and Lu Xuelan and wrote them in with minor modifications.

For example, the scene with the black lace camisole—she wrote it even more boldly in the story: Leng Yue wore that nearly transparent nightgown, pretending to look for a book in the study, while in reality she was waiting for Lin Ye to come in and accidentally see her. Lin Ye pushed the door open and was instantly stunned, yet Leng Yue asked her with a calm face if something was wrong, as if she were dressed perfectly normally.

Writing to this point, Tao Yao couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Transforming the frustration and embarrassment of reality into tension in text was a unique kind of venting.

She then wrote about Leng Yue going online late at night to post anonymously for help, writing about how she maintained the image of a majestic parent in front of her daughter while secretly learning how to flirt with her daughter’s teacher. She wrote about those clumsy and deliberate seductions, and how Lin Ye had actually discovered the signs long ago but deliberately feigned ignorance to watch her act.

The more Tao Yao wrote, the more immersed she became, her creative inspiration flowing like a spring.

When she finally stopped, she glanced at the word count in the bottom right corner of the document: 10247.

Holy crap, she actually wrote over ten thousand words.

She checked the time again—12:56 PM.

“Oh no, oh no!” Tao Yao jumped up abruptly. “I’m going to be late!”

She hurriedly saved the document, shut down the computer, changed her clothes, grabbed her backpack, and rushed out the door.

The person who opened the door was the housekeeper, Auntie Zhang. Seeing her like this, she asked in surprise: “Teacher Tao, why are you panting so hard?”

“Riding… riding too fast.” Tao Yao gasped. “Is Student Su up?”

“She’s up, waiting in the study.” Auntie Zhang stepped aside to let her in. “But she doesn’t seem to have much energy.”

Tao Yao changed her shoes and walked quickly upstairs. Pushing open the study door, sure enough, she saw Su Xiaowan slumped in a chair, her pink hair a mess and her eyes half-closed as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

“Good afternoon, Student Su.” Tao Yao put down her backpack, trying hard to make her voice sound full of energy.

Su Xiaowan lazily lifted her eyelids: “Teacher Tao, you are two minutes late.”

“…” Tao Yao was speechless. “Then shall we start the lesson now and make up for the late time?”

“No.” Su Xiaowan switched to an even more slumped position. “I’m so sleepy; I played games until three last night. Teacher Tao, let’s just chat today instead of having a lesson.”

“No way.” Tao Yao opened the textbook. “Your mother paid the money; I have to be responsible for you.”

Su Xiaowan curled her lip and reluctantly sat up a bit straighter, but her mind was clearly not on the task.

The next hour was practically torture. Su Xiaowan’s attention was like a dandelion—scattering with the slightest breeze.

Tao Yao felt that the logic she had accumulated over twenty-two years was being worn away bit by bit by Su Xiaowan.

The little pink-haired ancestor was becoming increasingly brazen now.

“Student Su, please put your phone away.” Tao Yao reminded her for the eighteenth time, her voice unable to suppress her anger.

Su Xiaowan didn’t even look up, her fingers sliding across the screen rapidly as she gave a perfunctory “Mhm-mhm,” with no intention of stopping. Today she wore a black T-shirt with exaggerated graffiti on it, her pinkish-purple short hair styled into a messy look with hair gel, and a row of silver rings hanging from her ears, swaying lightly as she lowered her head.

Tao Yao was about to explode with rage.

“Su Xiaowan.” She tried to keep her voice steady. “We are in class right now.”

“I know.” Su Xiaowan finally looked up, blinking her big eyes adorned with exquisite makeup, looking innocent. “You keep talking, Teacher Tao, I’m listening.”

As she spoke, she looked down at her phone again, her lips spreading into a smile, clearly amused by some content.

Tao Yao’s temples throbbed.

She had been outwitting Su Xiaowan for so long. After the initial period of unfamiliarity and testing passed, this eldest young lady had completely exposed her true nature—smart, but absolutely not using it on the right path, using all of it on how to avoid studying.

Even more terrifying, Su Xiaowan seemed to have figured out Tao Yao’s bottom line—she couldn’t be hit, she couldn’t be scolded, at most she’d get a few words of helpless fury, so she became increasingly bold and unrestrained.

“Su Xiaowan.” Tao Yao’s voice turned cold. “If you continue like this, I will have to talk to your parent.”

This was her final trump card.

Although she was extremely unwilling to deal with Lu Xuelan, given the current situation, she really had no other options.

Sure enough, the word “parent” made Su Xiaowan pause.

She curled her lip and reluctantly turned off the phone screen, pushing it to the corner of the desk.

“Fine, fine.” She dragged out her voice. “This is so boring.”

Su Xiaowan let out a wail and slumped in her chair like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

For the next half hour, Tao Yao gritted her teeth and taught the lesson. At first, Su Xiaowan barely listened, but she soon reverted to her old ways, secretly pulling out her phone and looking at it under the textbook.

As Tao Yao talked, she suddenly stopped.

She looked at Su Xiaowan’s lowered head, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Tao Yao suddenly realized that she might truly be unable to teach Su Xiaowan. Teaching this class was tiring for her, and listening was tiring for Su Xiaowan.

What was the point?

The moment the thought popped up, Tao Yao startled herself. But she needed this job, she needed this money; the family had just barely recovered a little, and next month’s loan was waiting.

She couldn’t give up easily.

But… what if Su Xiaowan stayed like this forever?

What if Lu Xuelan felt her teaching effectiveness was too poor and fired her?

Regardless, avoidance was not the answer; she still had to find an opportunity to have a proper talk with this parent. Currently, Su Xiaowan’s attitude toward learning had seriously affected the teaching results.

If this continued, she would feel guilty taking this salary.

“Su Xiaowan.” Tao Yao let out a helpless sigh. “Take a thirty-minute break.”

Su Xiaowan felt as if she had been granted a royal pardon. She immediately grabbed her phone and continued playing games without even looking up.

Tao Yao hesitated for a moment, then turned and went to the upstairs study to find the student’s parent. She had already asked Su Xiaowan earlier; her mom hadn’t gone to the company today. At the thought of being alone with that old fox again, she felt inexplicably nervous, her heartbeat irregular.

This closet pervert and fake prude—she wouldn’t take the opportunity to pull some other unexpected flirting tactic on her, would she?