Once he had figured it out, Yang Haoran immediately sprang into action. He logged out of WeChat, switched accounts, found the contact named S Girl, and began typing.
He typed out a long message, revising it from time to time, clearly explaining the course of events and his current predicament. Because S Girl might not be online, and his father was going to make his move tomorrow, he didn’t have much time.
He could only pray that S Girl was online, or at the very least, would reply to him by tomorrow.
After editing, checking it twice, and finally clicking send, Yang Haoran let out a long sigh. Now, all he could do was wait quietly. He hoped she was online.
Perhaps heaven heard his prayer, or perhaps S Girl just happened to be online. After waiting five or six minutes, Yang Haoran received a reply.
S Girl: “It seems like what you said is true. The two of us are really a match made in heaven.”
Looking at the message, Yang Haoran was baffled. This wasn’t what he had asked about. He typed a question: “What do you mean? I wanted to ask what I should do now?”
S Girl: “Do you know who my first masterpiece was?” Instead of answering, she changed the subject to something else. Yang Haoran felt a bit helpless but had no choice but to play along, typing: “Who was it?”
S Girl: “My mom.”
Seeing this message, Yang Haoran was stunned. Those four short words revealed far too much information.
Her mom? Her first masterpiece?
Did she train her own mother to become a bitch?
Referring to her as a ‘masterpiece’—could it mean she had already succeeded?
Unable to contain his curiosity, Yang Haoran typed: “Really?” If it were true, he would truly have to worship S Girl.
S Girl: [Photo (jpeg)]
Yang Haoran clicked to view it. The picture was taken in a cozy bedroom. From the shooting angle, it was clear it was taken from the bedside. A completely naked woman knelt on the carpet on all fours, her head bowed. A long, silver chain extended from the golden collar around her neck, disappearing beyond the edge of the photo. Her head was lowered, so her face wasn’t visible, but from the photo, one could see her fair skin, glowing with a delicate sheen. She had a tall figure with enormous breasts and a plump rear. Particularly her voluptuous chest, which trembled and hung suspended before her, was like a pair of large watermelons—truly massive breasts. The exaggerated size of her bosom left Yang Haoran speechless.
Just from the photo, they had to be at least a G-cup. For someone who adored huge breasts like him, this was a致命 (deadly) temptation.
Moreover, although the woman’s face couldn’t be seen in the photo, judging from her fair skin and tall figure, her face probably wasn’t bad at all.
Suddenly, Yang Haoran noticed something in the corner of the photo: on the bedroom’s clothes rack hung a white uniform—a lab coat.
“Is your mom a doctor?” Yang Haoran typed his question. The clothing was too easily recognizable; everyone knew a doctor’s uniform.
S Girl: “You’re quite observant. Did you get a reaction from looking at my mom? (Smiley face)”
What kind of question was that? Yang Haoran thought to himself. What man wouldn’t like those huge breasts?
Since they were somewhat familiar with each other, he didn’t hide it and quickly typed: “I do quite like them. Your mom’s huge breasts—if they had nipple rings, they’d really look like those of a human dairy cow.”
S Girl: “Well, that depends on your skills.”
What did that mean? Yang Haoran wondered. Then he received another message.
S Girl: “Your situation is actually simple. You’re just too close to see the bigger picture.”
Yang: “Master, your disciple is ignorant. I humbly request your guidance.”
S Girl: “Your parents have been in a cold war for many years. Have you ever considered that one of them might have cheated?”
Yang: “That’s impossible. My dad’s personality doesn’t seem like the type to cheat. And my mom? Even less possible.”
S Girl: “What if you made your dad think your mom cheated?”
Reading this message, Yang Haoran was stunned. Yeah, if he made his dad think mom had cheated, would dad still want to reconcile with her?
The answer was obvious.
His breathing instantly became rapid. The more he thought about it, the more he felt this method was brilliant. It would solve the possibility of his dad and mom reconciling in one fell swoop. A truly excellent strategy.
Yang: “This method is great! But time is short. Where would I find evidence that my mom cheated?”
S Girl: “No need to fabricate it. You are the ready-made evidence. You do this… and then this… Understand?”
After reading the message, the light in Yang Haoran’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. This method was absolutely ingenious, tailor-made for his current situation. He was convinced, utterly and completely convinced!
Yang: “Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow!”
S Girl: “(Eye roll)”
…After ending the chat, Yang Haoran’s mood was still exhilarated. The plan was incredibly simple, yet it was indeed custom-made for his situation. The more he thought about it, the more comfortable he felt. A great weight had been lifted from his heart.
However, when he considered the possibility that his dad might divorce his mom, he felt conflicted. He didn’t want his dad and mom to divorce, but if his dad didn’t divorce, when would he ever get to have mom all to himself?
Holding onto these intertwined conflicting emotions, Yang Haoran fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
He washed his face, brushed his teeth, cleaned up, and went downstairs for breakfast. It was a rare sight: his dad was cooking, wearing an apron, just like a househusband.
“Haoran, I was just about to call you. Come have breakfast,” Yang Wenfu said upon seeing his son, a wide smile on his face.
Yang Haoran saw that his mom, sitting at the dining table, also unusually had a smile on her face. Her beautiful appearance made him stare in a daze.
Mom… seems very happy.
“Brother, come have breakfast,” Yang Mengyao, seeing her brother standing still, called out to him.
“Oh… okay, okay,” Yang Haoran snapped out of his trance and smiled, sitting down next to his sister at the table. But his good mood from waking up had suddenly vanished.
This breakfast was a flavorless affair for Yang Haoran. He could see that at home, Dad was very happy. Mom’s face didn’t have its usual coldness; occasionally, there was even a smile at the corner of her mouth. Influenced by their parents, Yaoyao was in a good mood too. Only he wore a fake smile on his face.
He felt like a lonely spirit, drifting outside of this family.
…Walking on the way to school, his shadow stretched long behind him, solitary and detached.
“Brother… don’t walk so fast. Wait for me.” Yaoyao’s voice came from behind. Turning to look, he realized that without noticing, he had gotten more than thirty meters ahead of his sister.
He stopped and waited for Yaoyao to catch up, panting. He asked, “Why did Mom seem so happy this morning?”
“Your breasts are too big; walking is already a burden. Why are you walking so fast anyway?” Yang Mengyao first complained to her brother.
Hearing her brother’s question, Yang Mengyao seemed to recall something and burst out laughing: “Brother, you didn’t see it. Our clueless dad actually had an epiphany this morning. Not only did he rush to make breakfast, but he also said a lot of cheesy things to Mom. It gave me goosebumps. Even though Mom acted very disgusted on the surface, I could tell she was quite happy too.”