Beep, beep… The call was hung up on the other end. Shen Qing wasnβt disappointed; instead, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a hint of pleasure.
βAfter owning that estate for so long, itβs finally going to be put to useβ¦β Her humming tone was casual and relaxed, yet mixed with a trace of allure, echoing through the cozy bedroom.
…Bang! The sound of a door slamming shut came from outside. Seeing his father storm off, Yang Haoran, who had been hiding in his fatherβs room, felt a pang of guilt. Meanwhile, Yaoyao, like a docile little kitten, curled up in his arms, sobbing, her tears soaking his chest.
Although Yaoyaoβs soft breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, Yang Haoran felt no lustful thoughts. Seeing that his father had left, he comforted her gently: βYaoyao, donβt cry. Big brother will always be here for you, just like when we were kids. Follow behind meβthis time, I wonβt push you away. Please donβt cry, okay?β The tearful girl in his arms, with her delicate and soft body, trembled slightly. Hearing his words, she pressed herself even closer against him, as if she wanted to merge into his very being.
The simps at school would probably never get to see their goddess in such a vulnerable, fragile stateβso pitiable and utterly captivating. Yet Yang Haoran was already accustomed to it.
As he continued to soothe her with soft, gentle words, the βkittenβ in his arms grew increasingly dependent on him. At this point, if he were to ask Yaoyao to spread her legs for him to fuck, even his little sister likely wouldnβt refuse.
But right now, his mother was still at home, so he naturally didnβt dare entertain such thoughts.
After everything had calmed down, Yang Haoran helped Yaoyao tidy up her appearance. He used his hand to wipe away her tear stains and smoothed her disheveled hair, but her pure and pretty face was visibly haggard.
Yang Haoran accompanied Yaoyao back to her room to rest. A nightβs sleep might soak her pillow with tears, but it would also wash away her sorrows.
After seeing Yaoyao to her room, Yang Haoran returned to his own. On the way, he glanced at his motherβs tightly shut door, wondering how she was feeling now.
She must be hurting too!
Yang Haoran felt a little downcast. For his own selfish desires, he had hurt the three people closest to him.
But if he had to do it all over again, he would still make the same choice. Mom, Yaoyao⦠they were his.
Not long after, he received a call from Aunt Shen. When he answered, her magnetic voice filled his ears, as if that captivating, sensual woman were right before him.
βLittle Ranran, did something happen on your end?β
βDid Mom call you?β
βMhm, Ruoxi is really angry, little Ranran.β
Yang Haoran hesitated for a moment but decided to be honest with Aunt Shen: βWell, yesterday my dad came to meβ¦β He explained everything that had happened from beginning to end. Aunt Shen was his woman, and her stance was one of supporting his claim over his mother. There was no need to hide anything from her.
βNo wonder Ruoxi is so angryβ¦ Little Ranran, how come I never noticed before that you were so bold?β Yang Haoran didnβt know whether to laugh or cry: βIsnβt it because of you? You were always snitching on me to Mom behind my back beforeβhow would I have dared to lay a hand on you?β
βGiggle, giggleβ¦β Aunt Shenβs light laughter came through the phone. Even though he couldnβt see her, he was certain she was remembering the times she had teased him in the past.
For her, it was probably a source of amusement, but for him, it was undoubtedly a dark history.
βLittle Ranran, Auntie has some good news for you. Do you want to hear it~?β Her lazy, melodious voice was enchanting.
Good news? Given Aunt Shenβs nature, Yang Haoran was skeptical about what she considered βgood news.β He replied, βYou tell me first.β
βMhm, mhm.β
On the other end, she cleared her throat, as if to make what she was about to say sound more solemn: βWhen Ruoxi called earlier, I said some things to encourage her. She hung up on me, but if Auntieβs guess is right, sheβll come looking for you soon.β
βHow is that good news?β Yang Haoranβs face fell. His mother was already furious, and he was doing everything he could to avoid her. Yet Aunt Shen had encouraged her to come find himβ¦ to settle the score?
He should have knownβthis temptress was up to no good.
βWhat did you say to her?β Yang Haoran couldnβt help but ask.
βThatβs a secret. Donβt worry, Auntie isnβt lying to you this time.β
Yang Haoran felt somewhat helpless. He knew Aunt Shen and his mother were keeping some secrets from him, but what could they be? No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldnβt figure it out.
βWhen the time comesβ¦ bring it up to her like thisβ¦ The address is Xitang Neighborhoodβ¦ Auntie has an estate there. Iβll handle the paperwork and transfer it to you. All you need to do is sign.β
Yang Haoran was confused at first, but when he heard that Aunt Shen intended to transfer her estate to him, he was touched and quickly objected: βThereβs no need, Aunt Shen. You can keep it under your name. Thereβs no reason to give it to me. Besides, what would a high school student do with an estate?β He had heard of Xitang Neighborhoodβit was a famous affluent area in G City.
Of course, where he lived was also upscale, but the difference was that Xitang Neighborhood wasnβt expensive because of its prime location but because of its vast total area.
Xitang Neighborhood was built on the outskirts of the city, soζηθ―΄ it shouldnβt be expensive, but every property there covered at least 2,000 square meters. Its luxury lay in its sheer size.
βIf Auntie is giving it to you, itβs because it serves a purpose. Itβs just Shiwen and me living here now, and even this place feels too big. Do you think I bought that estate to live in?β
βThen what is it for?β Yang Haoran recalled some rumors about Xitang Neighborhood and began to form an idea. He had heard that it was a place where the wealthy held βgroup partiesβ and engaged in all sorts of debauchery. Some even said the developers offered special servicesβthings ordinary people couldnβt even imagine.
Of course, there were also respectable wealthy folks who bought properties there purely for vacation purposes.
βLittle Ranranβ¦ didnβt you recently get a dog? I heard you complaining about needing to take it out for walksβ¦ Giggleβ¦ What do you think?β Hearing Aunt Shenβs metaphorical insinuations over the phone, Yang Haoran felt a itch in his heart. The thought of such scenarios filled him with anticipation, so he stopped refusing: βAlright then. Iβll consider it my little dogβs way of showing respect to its owner.β
βMhm.β
She didnβtει©³ this analogy but instead brought up something else: βA few days ago, Auntie hired a group of maids for the estate. Would you like to keep them to serve you?β
βMaids?β Yang Haoran felt as if a new world had opened up to him.
βMhm. Itβs a service provided by the developers. Every estate owner can apply for 12 maids. I heard itβs a lifetime contract. They hire female university graduates, and privacy isnβt an issue. They wonβt repeat anything they see or hear.β
βHow can we be sure? What if they leak something?β Yang Haoran immediately wanted to refuse.
βDonβt worry. They signed contracts of indenture. If they leak anything, their entire families will be ruined. Of course, they signed willinglyβtheyβre all girls forced into desperate circumstances.β
Yang Haoran heard Aunt Shen sigh, a rare sound from her, as if she pitied them.