Within the exquisitely decorated living room, brightly lit by the lamps, Yang Haoran stood with his head hung low, his small hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of his clothes. Before him stood a stunningly beautiful woman with an icy demeanor and a hot, explosive figure. Her delicate features made her look like a fairy maiden who had stepped right out of a painting.
On the living room sofa sat a sweet-looking young girl and a middle-aged man with a refined appearance.
The gazes of all three were fixed on the boy, as if they were in a hall passing judgment on a sinner.
“Have you thought of an excuse yet?”
Liu Ruoxi’s captivating, shimmering eyes, clear as autumn waters, watched her anxious son. Her tone was light, like a placid pool, making it impossible to guess whether she was happy or angry.
However, Yang Haoran knew perfectly well that his mother was angry.
“Honored Mother, given your sharp perception, how would I dare hide anything from you?”
Yang Haoran dropped the act, reverting to his true mischievous nature as he gestured animatedly. “School ended this afternoon, and I just wanted to come home early to spend time with you, Honored Mother. But who would have thought that Wei Ming from my class, that shameless bastard, insisted on dragging me to an internet cafe to play games. I couldn’t shake him off, so I had no choice but to reluctantly go play a few rounds with him.”
“This wasn’t my intention, Honored Mother! You must see the truth clearly!” Yang Haoran put on a pitiful, wronged expression as he looked at his mother.
Anyone unaware of the truth, seeing his sincere and moving performance, would truly believe he had suffered an unjust injustice.
Liu Ruoxi let out a faint “hmm,” watching her son’s performance with an expressionless face.
Yang Haoran grew anxious. Why wasn’t she believing him? He had already “truthfully” admitted to going to the internet cafe to play gamesβwasn’t that honest enough? He was even prepared for a thrashing with the feather duster, after which the matter would be over.
But judging by his mother’s reaction, she clearly didn’t believe him. Could he really tell the actual truth?
Say that the reason he didn’t come home was to deflower the female slave he was training? Was he out of his mind?
“Then explain this: why didn’t you answer my calls? How will you fabricate an excuse for that?” Liu Ruoxi coldly stared at her son, not buying a word of his nonsense.
Her anger wasn’t because her son came home late; after all, he was a grown boy with hands and feet. She was angry because he hadn’t answered her calls, making her worry and imagine all sorts of accidents that might have befallen him.
“Heh heh… well, about that…” Yang Haoran scratched his head awkwardly. “My phone was on silent.”
“Hand it over.” Liu Ruoxi extended her fair, jade-like hand.
Yang Haoran resentfully fished his phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to his mother.
Oh no!
As he handed it over, Yang Haoran suddenly rememberedβhe had taken quite a few indecent pictures on his phone today, and he still had those erotic photos Aunt Shen had sent him saved on it. If his mother saw those, it would be the end of the world. Heβd be buried in a grand funeral.
He watched his mother nervously, his hands trembling slightly. He was terrified. If his mother saw those photos, he didnβt dare imagine how bleak the consequences would be.
Liu Ruoxi scrolled through her son’s phone, found the silent mode setting, and turned it off. She returned the phone to him with a warning: “From now on, your phone is not to be set on silent. When I call you, no matter what you’re doing, you answer.”
“What if I’m in class?” Yang Haoran, relieved that his mother had luckily not discovered anything, cheekily retorted.
Liu Ruoxi’s eyebrows shot up as she said coldly, “You answer then, too.”
“Okay, okay, okay.” Yang Haoran quickly nodded and bowed in agreement. Of course, he knew this wasn’t his mother being domineering. She would never call him during class unless it was an emergency.
Yang Wenbo, who had been watching from the side, felt rather helpless. His son was too mischievous, nothing like his own temperament.
“Yaoyao, go bring out the food from the kitchen,” Liu Ruoxi instructed Yang Mengyao.
Yang Mengyao, glad to see her mother hadn’t hit her brother, quickly got up and headed toward the kitchen.
Some portions of the meal had been kept warm in the insulated container, saved for her brother’s return. Yang Mengyao understood that her mother cared about her brother more than anyone else.
She wasn’t jealous; on the contrary, it made her happy because, in her heart, her brother was more important than herself.
“Aren’t you going to hit me?” Yang Haoran, seeing that his mother seemed to be letting him off, couldn’t believe it and cautiously asked.
“Is your skin itching for it?” Liu Ruoxi’s icy eyes glared sharply at her son.
Seeing that his mother was truly letting him off, Yang Haoran didnβt dare push his luck any further. Although he didnβt know why he had been spared a thrashing with the feather duster, wasn’t it a good thing? Why overthink it?
When Yaoyao brought out the food, Yang Haoran dug in ravenously. His stomach had long been growling with hunger, and he ate with voracious speed.
“Slow down, I’ll get you a glass of water.”
Yang Mengyao, seeing her brother wolfing down his food, felt a bit sorry for him.
Yang Haoranζ£ε₯½ felt thirsty. When Yaoyao brought the water, he gulped it down in one go.
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After eating, Yang Haoran took a shower and instantly felt refreshed and clear-headed.
Lying in bed, he sorted through his thoughts.
Although Warnu and Yaoyao were classmates, their relationship was only so-so. Yaoyao had a quiet temperament, while Warnu was somewhat aloof in class. He would have to bring them together and help them build a good relationship.
In the future, the two of them would need to become as close as sisters, making it convenient for them to serve him together later on.
Although Yaoyao was obedient to him, she hadn’t been trained and didn’t understand the rules well. This was something Warnu would have to teach her through words and example.
He knew himself wellβhe preferred women kneeling obediently at his crotch. If a female slave was disobedient, even if it was his sister Yaoyao, he would have to harden his heart and whip her severely, making her understand the rules.
He needed to plant a seed in the hearts of his womenβa seed of submission to him. Otherwise, if they all became spoiled and arrogant from favor, and started fighting within the harem, he would have a massive headache later on.
As for Aunt Shen, although things were on track, he had some ideas about how to find evidence and get leverage over her. He would need to carefully plan how to scheme this out later.
As for Mother, Yang Haoran felt a bit of a headache. He didn’t know what to do and had no ideas at all.
His mother’s temperament was somewhat cold, and her maternal authority was still strong. If she didn’t take the initiative, he was completely powerlessβtoo passive.
Thinking of this, Yang Haoran sighed. Winning over his mother would be harder than scaling the heavens.
His mother’s beauty was undoubtedly peerless in this world. If he could conquer her and slowly train her, he would have no regrets in life.
But fantasies were just fantasies. He felt it was nearly impossible in the short term, unless he used underhanded methods. But then, his mother would never submit to him.
With no ideas and only a troubled mind, Yang Haoran left his room and headed toward Yaoyao’s room. He needed to give his sister some instructions first.
Walking along the tiled floor, he passed through the hallway and arrived at his sister’s door. He knocked.