His mother's humiliation

Without another moment's delay, Jiang Tian shot into the sky and flew toward the city center.

Halfway there, however, he suddenly realized that he did not seem to know where his parents were. Still, he was not worried. As a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, finding two people was fairly easy.

Hovering in midair, he spread his spiritual sense, instantly covering all of Yunzhou City. Soon, he located two familiar figures amid the bustling metropolis.

Jiang Tian opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Found them!"

A little over ten minutes later.

An affluent neighborhood in Yunzhou City.

Standing before a detached villa, Jiang Tian looked at its extravagant gates and felt a pang in his heart. Was his mother working here as someone else's housekeeper?

There was nothing wrong with being a housekeeper, but the thought of his mother bowing and scraping before a bunch of rich people all day made him deeply uncomfortable.

The thought made him even more anxious. He hurried to the gates and pressed the doorbell.

Meanwhile, inside the villa.

An attractive, full-figured middle-aged woman knelt on the floor, wiping it clean. Across from her, an obese woman weighing over two hundred pounds cracked sunflower seeds while pointing and finding fault with her.

"Wu Xiuli, can't you move any faster? Look at the lousy job you've done on this floor! I pay you thousands a month to clean, and this is how you fob me off?"

The fat woman spat seed shells onto the floor as she scolded her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I wasn't thorough enough. I'll clean it right away!"

Kneeling on the floor, Wu Xiuli apologized repeatedly and moved her hands even faster.

The fat woman snorted. "Hurry up. Once you're done, wash the clothes I just changed out of. Remember, the underwear must be washed by hand, not in the washing machine! I spent tens of thousands on it, more than you earn in six months. If you dare ruin it, you'll see what I do to you!"

Wu Xiuli did not dare argue. She nodded repeatedly in agreement.

After the fat woman left, Wu Xiuli wiped the sweat from her forehead and worked even harder.

This was far from the first time the fat woman had picked on her, but for the sake of the five thousand yuan she earned each month, Wu Xiuli endured it.

After all, her daughter was about to start university, and she desperately needed the money.

"Ow!"

As Wu Xiuli hurriedly wiped the floor, her back injury suddenly flared up, forcing her to stop.

Over the years, she had taken on almost every kind of exhausting, grueling job to earn more money. Eventually, she had developed chronic lower-back strain.

Normally, it was manageable, but on rainy days, the stabbing pain left her unable to straighten her back.

Waves of sharp pain brought a sheen of cold sweat to her faintly lined forehead.

She had wanted to grit her teeth and finish cleaning the floor, but before she could even move, the excruciating pain in her back made her suck in a sharp breath.

"Xiuli, what's wrong?"

Just as Wu Xiuli found herself in too much pain even to stand, a middle-aged man wearing glasses approached.

He was the master of the villa, though in truth, he was thoroughly henpecked. He never dared contradict anything the fat woman said.

"Oh, sir. I'm all right. My back injury is just acting up again. I'll be fine after a little rest."

Wu Xiuli managed a strained smile.

"Your back injury is acting up?"

Startled, the man stepped forward with a look of concern. "Come on, let me help you over to the sofa so you can rest."

"Thank you, sir, but there's no need. I haven't finished cleaning the floor."

Wu Xiuli declined.

But the middle-aged man said, "There's always more work to do. Besides, how can you work in this state? Have a rest first."

Wu Xiuli felt a rush of gratitude. Compared with the mistress of the house, the man was much easier to get along with.

With his help, Wu Xiuli made her way into the living room.

"Here, sit down."

The middle-aged man thoughtfully placed a cushion against the back of the sofa.

"My clothes are dirty. I can just sit on that little stool..."

Wu Xiuli shook her head.

"Just sit here!"

Without giving her a chance to object, the middle-aged man pressed her down onto the sofa.

Seeing that he showed no disgust toward her, Wu Xiuli was deeply touched. Rich people really did have better manners. They didn't look down on the poor.

"Xiuli, how long have you been working here?"

The middle-aged man poured her a glass of water, then sat across from her and asked.

"Almost six months now."

Wu Xiuli thanked him before answering.

"Six months already?"

The man smiled at her and nodded.

"Yes. You and your wife are both kind people. You provide me with room and board and pay me five thousand a month..."

Wu Xiuli brushed back the loose strands of hair over her forehead as she spoke.

"Of course, of course. Responsible housekeepers are hard to find these days."

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and gave an awkward chuckle, watching Wu Xiuli with something veiled in his eyes.

His stare embarrassed her a little, so she stood up. "Sir, I should get back to work."

"Don't go. Let's talk a little longer!"

But just then, the middle-aged man reached out and grabbed her.

Startled, Wu Xiuli immediately struggled. "Sir, what are you doing?"

Though Wu Xiuli usually wore no makeup, her looks were certainly exceptional for a woman of her age. Her face bore traces of hardship, but that only added to her mature charm. With her full figure, a little dressing up would be enough to captivate any number of men!

Looking at the hand he held tightly in his own, the middle-aged man felt a surge of excitement. Though he was a little nervous too, he had no intention of letting go.

"Xiuli, look how rough your hands have become. How about I transfer you some money so you can take better care of yourself?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stroked the back of Wu Xiuli's hand with his thumb.

Wu Xiuli panicked. "Sir, please don't do this. How can you do this to your wife...?"

No matter how naive she might be, she understood what he meant.

At the mention of the fat woman, his expression darkened. "Why bring up that fat cow? If she didn't control most of the company's shares, I would have divorced her long ago!"

Then he forced another smile. "Xiuli, you don't know this, but I've had my eye on you for a long time. If you agree, how about I give you ten thousand yuan a month?"

Shocked, Wu Xiuli said, "Sir, let go of me! If you keep this up, I'll call the police!"

As she spoke, she picked up the telephone beside the sofa.

The middle-aged man quickly stood and snatched it away, then pulled Wu Xiuli into his arms. Greedily inhaling the faint scent of sweat on her body, he said, "Xiuli, I really like you. Just say yes."

Then he puckered his lips and leaned toward her face!

Wu Xiuli completely panicked and struggled desperately. "Let go of me! I'm married, and I have children! If you keep doing this, I'll scream!"

With that, she shoved the middle-aged man away and tried to flee.

But he refused to give up. With one long stride, he blocked Wu Xiuli's path and said coldly, "Wu Xiuli, I'm offering you an opportunity. Sleep with me once, and I'll pay you fifty thousand yuan a month. That's more than half a year's wages. Are you really not going to consider it?"

Wu Xiuli snapped angrily, "Get out of my way! I'm not that kind of woman!"

The middle-aged man's expression turned utterly sinister. He grabbed Wu Xiuli by the shoulders and threw her onto the sofa, saying coldly:

"If you won't cooperate, don't blame me for getting rough!"

With that, he threw himself on top of her.

Just as he was about to go further.

Bang!

The front door was suddenly kicked open from outside.

An icy male voice rang out from beyond it:

"Dare to touch my mother, and you can start picking out your grave!"