Even though he suspected his wife might be having an affair, Yang Wenfu didn’t want her to misunderstand his intentions today. He said, “No, I genuinely wanted to apologize to you today. But what about you? Whose call was it? You won’t tell me no matter how many times I ask, always hiding it. Any husband would suspect something. Ruoxi, tell me, who was on the phone?”
“You don’t need to know whose call it was. All I’ll say is that I am not cheating on you. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”
Liu Ruoxi’s face was as cold as ice. Her husband’s suspicion felt like the ultimate humiliation to a wife.
To Yang Wenfu, his wife’s words sounded like evasion, a sign of guilt. He couldn’t help raising his voice, “Ruoxi, I’m asking you one last time—who was on the phone?”
“No comment.”
Liu Ruoxi coldly tossed out those words and tried to walk away, but her husband blocked her path.
Yang Wenfu stood in front of her, staring at her intently. The anger inside him could no longer be suppressed. “Whose call was it? Ruoxi, tell me—who is your lover?” This question seemed to have become his inner demon, driving him to interrogate his wife relentlessly.
“Get out of my way.”
Liu Ruoxi’s expression was frighteningly cold, showing no fear of her husband.
His words had broken her heart. She was also filled with anger—wrongfully accused yet unable to defend herself. How could her husband understand the pain she was feeling inside?
“I won’t let you go until you explain clearly.”
“I said there’s nothing to explain. Believe what you want.”
“If there’s nothing, then why are you afraid of me knowing?”
“I’m telling you for the last time—get out of my way.”
Her husband’s incessant questioning彻底 ignited the fury within Liu Ruoxi. Her face was icy cold, and her gaze toward him was filled with disappointment.
His wife’s look deeply pained Yang Wenfu. He didn’t understand—truly didn’t understand—if his wife wasn’t having an affair, why would she hide it from him? It was like a logical trap he was stuck in, unable to break free.
Facing his wife’s cold gaze, a bitter smile touched Yang Wenfu’s lips. He stepped aside, and his wife’s clicking footsteps passed him by.
Husband and wife brushed past each other like strangers.
In the end, what was supposed to be a pleasant surprise had devolved into a pointless argument and suspicion, all because of a call from that deeply intrusive soul.
…Just a few minutes earlier, after his father said those words—”forgive me”—Yang Haoran immediately put his plan into action. He called his mother’s secondary WeChat account. Since Yaoyao was beside him, he had to pretend to be looking at his phone, blocking his sister’s view.
Fortunately, Yaoyao had been peeking through the door crack the whole time and didn’t notice his subtle movements.
S girl’s plan was incredibly simple—a single phone call was enough.
It was a given that Mom knew the WeChat account was his, but she didn’t know that he had found out it was her. Therefore, she couldn’t possibly answer this call.
As long as she didn’t answer, the misunderstanding would be created at this critical moment. What he didn’t know, however, was that his father had cheated first and was especially sensitive about this topic, making him more prone to thinking in this direction.
But there was also a downside to doing this. Repeatedly calling Mom at such crucial moments would undoubtedly reveal that he knew her identity.
Regarding this, S girl had explained why it was necessary to do so. If he and his mother continued like this, it would be difficult to make significant progress.
Piercing that thin veil between mother and son would undoubtedly be a good thing for him.
After all, on her secondary WeChat account, Mom had sent provocative photos and even degradingly addressed him as “Master.” Though he didn’t know why she did it, it was clear that she had seduced her own son first. This was solid blackmail material and leverage.
So even if Mom knew that he had discovered her, she couldn’t answer the call.
She could only pretend not to know. And with this phone call as铺垫, he could press his advantage and彻底 tear away that thin veil.
When the time came, with evidence in hand, he would be able to take down his mother and make her his sex slave—even train her to become his submissive bitch.
“Did you make the call? Why didn’t Mom answer?” Just as Yang Haoran was lost in his beautiful fantasy, Yaoyao’s voice sounded in his ear.
Yang Haoran snapped back to reality and saw a pair of clear, sparkling eyes fixed intently on him.
Yaoyao!
How did she know? Or had his subtle movements, which he thought went unnoticed, actually been observed by his sister who was always watching him?
Yang Haoran noticed that Yaoyao’s expression lacked its usual obedience toward him. Instead, it was unusually冷淡, much like their mother’s.
Her pure, beautiful face and clear, bright eyes welled with tears, making her look pitiable and evoking a desire to protect her.
Clearly, the argument between Dad and Mom had upset her. And in her eyes, he might be the one who caused it all.
Seeing the tears glistening in Yaoyao’s eyes, Yang Haoran’s heart softened. He was about to comfort her by stroking her hair as usual, but she pushed his hand away. He wasn’t angry and said gently, “Yaoyao, don’t blame your brother. I’ve told you before—I’m a bad guy. Dad and Mom can’t reconcile. It’s better if things stay as they were before. Besides, except for not being able to go on family trips, hasn’t our family been living just fine all these years?”
“Why didn’t Mom answer your call?” Yang Mengyao clung tightly to this topic, as if it represented her current attitude. Her brother’s comforting words had some effect, but not much.
“It’s complicated. I can’t explain it clearly right now. Be good, my precious Yaoyao. I’ll tell you everything honestly later, okay? Don’t be angry.” Yang Haoran’s tone had never been so gentle. He raised his right hand again to stroke Yaoyao’s hair, and this time, she didn’t push him away.
As her brother gently stroked her hair, Yang Mengyao grew even more upset. Tears spilled from her eyes, and she suddenly threw herself into his arms, her small fists pounding against his chest. She didn’t say anything else, only emitting hurt, kitten-like whimpers.
She hated her brother.
She loved her brother uncontrollably.
Even though she wanted to blame him for destroying their harmonious family, she couldn’t harden her heart against his gentle comfort.
She hated her own softness and weakness, yet she was intoxicated by her brother’s tenderness, unable to extricate herself.
People are always a bundle of contradictions.
…With a face like frost, Liu Ruoxi burned with anger toward her son and returned alone to her bedroom. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Liu Ruoxi picked up her phone and without hesitation called her best friend, Shen Qing. As soon as the call connected, she coldly interrogated her.
“Shen Qing, did you tell Haoran my identity?” Even though she was filled with rage, she hadn’t lost her rationality. If her son knew about her secondary WeChat account, the most likely explanation was that her best friend had revealed it.
On the other end of the line, hearing Ruoxi’s aggressive质问 the moment the call connected, Shen Qing could sense the suppressed anger in her voice. She immediately set aside her casual attitude and responded calmly, “Listen to me first. Haoran already knows my identity, so yours was never a secret to him. It was bound to happen eventually, right?”
“Besides, there isn’t much time left for that system mission. It’s time to enter the final phase. Ruoxi, don’t blame me for saying this, but when we loaded that wicked game, we should have anticipated this day.”
After she finished, there was a long silence on the other end, as if Ruoxi was either silent or had no response.
Shen Qing continued, “I haven’t told Haoran anything about the Fallen Angel game. Whether you want to tell him eventually is more appropriate coming from you, his mother.”
“Ruoxi, talk properly with Haoran. It’s time.”