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Chapter 9 Part 2: Corporate Ambitions and Family Tensions
A confirmation would mean mom knowingly married an archenemy, inviting national and personal disgrace.
She glared fiercely at the reporter, then noticed the badge and the face didn't match. Clearly, this was a plant of Yedun's.
"Ahem..." Yedun cleared his throat, then answered loudly, "Yes, my foster father has an irreconcilable blood feud with the Qi and Gu clans."
"In that case, Chairwoman Gu, why marry your sworn enemy, even at the expense of your ex-husband, Mr. Qi?" The fake reporter pressed her.
Though angry at their collusion, mom played it off with charm, "I love Yedun Taro. His family's feud is irrelevant. Even if Anata was Yamainu's own son, what woman wouldn't want a man who fills her completely? As for old feuds, they mean nothing next to a real man's power..." She gazed up at Yedun with genuine devotion.
The reporters all froze mom's beauty was mesmerizing; her words about lost dignity suddenly seemed irrelevant.
The reporter, frustrated, tried again: "What about your ex, Mr. Qi?"
"Zhennan? Compared to my Anata, Japanese man Yedun Taro, he's not half the man. Only the top women in China are worthy of Anata " At this, she twirled her heavy hips, squeezing her lush thighs tight.
She was publicly proclaiming: As China's top businesswoman, I'd cast aside everything to offer myself, lush butt and all, to a Japanese man!
No national pride, no woman's dignity!
Shocked, all eyes were on mom never before had she been so blatant. Seeing Yedun's approving nod to the fake reporter, mom seemed relieved, and her own movements became even more sultry.
Did she mean these things? Was this a performance or did she crave this perverse thrill now?
Other journalists tried to probe further, but she squeezed her giant breasts to Yedun's arm, and the two slipped into their car.
"Xiao Tian, you turn 18 soon, right?" Pushing Dad's wheelchair, I heard mom's words in passing. He, deaf and half-blind, never knew his gorgeous wife just cuckolded him in public.
"Yeah, I turn 18 at the end of the year." Watching mom, radiant with Yedun, drive away, I didn't know what to feel.
Was going this far with the deception really all for show? Or did mom mean every word?
"When you're grown, help your mother… Your sister, for all her talent, will still have to marry one day and you wouldn't want her to be as exhausted as your mom, right?" We exited via a side door, preparing to board the car Leng Niang had summoned.
"Mm, I'll do my best to lighten mom's burden." I muttered.
"There'll be gossip, but I trust your mother and our marriage…" Dad said confidently.
And he was right only a few knew that Dad's signature authorized only surrogate powers, not divorce. Mom was just playing her role for Yedun's illusion.
Our car drove straight for the Provincial Government. Although the hearing had closed the lawsuit, Kaklik's death and the sensitive timing with the Japanese partnership meant a private internal meeting was needed.
Once there, we waited quietly in a small lounge; mom and the others had already begun.
Dad, frail, nodded off, and I went outside, idly checking things out, curious if I could learn what the meeting was about.
Such meetings always involved top officials and tycoons; they could last hours. At the hallway's end, I found my sister Chun Chun and girlfriend Ling'er flanking the depressed Xin'er.
Ling'er saw me, giving a little shake of her head it was best to let the women have their time together.
Wandering further, observing the hustle of busy departments, I soon found myself on the top floor, gazing down into the compound. In the distance, the girls still sat together. Closer by, a large five-point star red flag (not the five-star national flag, but similar) drew the eye, and across from it, on the next level, I could see the meeting hall where mom and the others deliberated.
The hall, directly under the red flag, had Leng Niang, as presiding leader, sitting with her back to the flag. To her left, in what was once the chief businesswoman's seat, now sat Yedun, with mom next to his left.
So it was about far more than Kaklik's death; these magnates had no interest in a dead African. Clearly, this meeting had been planned long in advance.
On Leng Niang's right was another row of official-looking men except between her and Yedun, there was a three-seat gap, separating them from the rest.
Staring down, I was shocked: Mom and Leng Niang were both perched on their chairs, snow-white fat butts sticking out, legs spread, as Yedun's hands roamed freely over both their mature thighs and asses all just hidden by the heavy table.
Yedun even had his pants off, legs splayed, while mom's right hand disappeared under the table into his crotch.
Leng Niang, face serious, gestured and ordered male subordinates, giving no sign that below the table, pressed close to Yedun's hairy leg, a big hand was brazenly fondling her juicy wet pussy.
How was this even possible? Was this pure intimidation, or were these women so eager they risked public shame? This was a key meeting for all the province's top leaders and entrepreneurs! Weren't they afraid of being caught?
Scanning left and right, I counted over thirty people seated along the long oval table, with two more rows of observers along the end wall by the open door, through which people came and went.
God this was so reckless, yet so thrilling. If not for being in a public place, I'd have shucked my pants and jerked off right away. Now my cock was trapped so tight in my underwear it hurt.
Mom would occasionally wiggle her fat ass, seemingly enjoying the attention on her butt, as though urging more. And Yedun, though restricted by the crowd, kneaded those lush cheeks greedily. Were he alone, those cheeks would already be red from spanking.
Mom spoke for seven or eight minutes, her speech causing many in the hall to nod in agreement, take notes, even stare curiously at her squirming form, though not suspecting the truth.
When mom finally sat, she looked spent, sweat on her brow; catching Yedun's approving look, she perked up, grinning and gripping his hard cock again.
By now both were bottomless, fondling each other's sex barely restraining their urge to fuck on the spot.
At this point, an older official in police uniform ("JC") got up, respectfully nodding to mom, then shooting a look of contempt at Yedun and speaking to Leng Niang his expression mocking or warning, judging by the anger rising on Yedun's face.
I recognized this man back when I visited mom's company, I'd often seen him. He was a director in the provincial Public Security Bureau, surnamed Lin. His glances at mom told me he was infatuated with her, but constrained by her marriage and their friendship. That explained why he kept firing off little digs at Yedun's wandering hands and winks.
When he finished, Leng Niang gravely rebuked him. Uncle Lin sat down, grim-faced, his gaze fixed on Yedun.
But Yedun couldn't stand up towering over mom, if he got up, his naked crotch would be exposed to the room.
Mom noticed his mood and, abandoning old loyalties, stood up and moved forward until her bare belly was pressed to the table, standing off with Uncle Lin to defend the group's interests and Yedun. The officials on Leng Niang's side shot her surprised looks her words must have been especially cutting. Uncle Lin's face turned ugly.
Yedun, pleased at her loyalty, stroked mom's fat bottom as he talked, full of contempt.
Uncle Lin, furious, slammed the table and pointed at Yedun.
Leng Niang stood, but like mom, her skirt was still at her waist, with only a thin, soaking wet lace thong between her thighs.
Yedun seized the chance each hand grabbing a luscious mature rump.
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