“Mom, why are you calling your son? Did you miss me again?” In high spirits, Yang Haoran’s words to his mother carried a hint of playful cheekiness.
Aunt Shen’s excessive submission had ignited his desire for conquest and boosted his confidence.
After all, hadn’t Mom, just like Aunt Shen, knelt before him, servicing him between his legs? The exquisite memory was deeply etched, stimulating him to the point of now having audacious courage.
The other end of the line didn’t acknowledge his frivolity, or perhaps was simply accustomed to it. She replied indifferently, “Your father is back.”
“Huh?” Yang Haoran was jolted into sudden clarity, unsure what his mother meant by this. He cautiously asked, “So he’s back. Mom, did you call just to tell me that?”
“Yes. He came back questioning me about who my adulterous lover is. So, I’m kindly calling to give you a heads-up.”
His mother’s voice was as calm as ever, but the content of her words sent a chill down Yang Haoran’s spine. Who was Mom’s “adulterous lover”? Who else could it be but him? This was something both mother and son clearly understood between them.
“Heh… Mom, don’t scare me like that.”
Yang Haoran’s tone carried a note of panic, but he still couldn’t believe his mother would tell his father about such things. Pretending to be composed, he lowered his head in a gesture of apology: “My dear mother, your son was indeed a bit excessive today, but you were the one who agreed to it. Besides tormenting your nipples, I didn’t…”
“Shut up.”
Before he could finish, his mother cut him off. Her icy tone allowed Yang Haoran to vividly imagine her stunning face, now frosted with a cold, authoritative anger that required no shouting.
Yang Haoran gave an embarrassed laugh and didn’t dare bring it up again.
“Your father is back. He needs to talk to you and wants you to come home. I’m warning you, no matter what he asks or says, you need to weigh your words carefullyโknow what should and shouldn’t be said.”
“Ah! What does Dad need to see me for?” Yang Haoran’s heart pounded, filled with the guilt of a thief.
There was a silence on the other end, as if she was considering something. Not long after, a question devoid of discernible emotion left Yang Haoran bewildered.
“If your father asks you, if he and I divorce, who would you choose to live with? How would you answer?” Is Dad going to divorce Mom?
Yang Haoran’s heart felt like a bottle of mixed spices had been knocked overโa tumult of conflicting emotions, even stirring a trace of melancholy within him. He had considered this possibility before, and now it seemed imminent.
Yang Haoran asked quietly, “Mom, has Dad mentioned divorce to you?”
“No.”
Hearing his mother’s answer, Yang Haoran had just begun to relax when her voice came through the phone again.
“Your father probably intended to bring it up with me just now, but perhaps he hasn’t made up his mind yet, so he didn’t say it.”
Yang Haoran now understood. His mother had also anticipated the possibility of “divorce.” By asking him this, she wanted to sound out his stance should they divorce.
Instead of answering immediately, Yang Haoran countered with a question: “If Dad does bring up divorce with you, Mom, would you agree?” He also wanted to gauge his mother’s attitude on the matter first.
“If he brings it up with me, I won’t cling to him or refuse to let go.”
Though his mother’s tone was light, Yang Haoran detected her complex emotions. Yes, given Mom’s nature, she wouldn’t initiate a divorce herself. But if Dad brought it up, even if she didn’t want to separate, she wouldn’t refuse.
Was this the reason Mom was asking who he would choose if they divorced? A wave of้ปฏ็ถ (ร nrรกn – gloominess/dejection) washed over Yang Haoran’s heart.
“What about you?” Hearing no sound from her son’s end, Liu Ruoxi asked again.
“Mom, Dad’s side can’t give me what I want.”
Her son’s answer was both within Liu Ruoxi’s expectations and yet somewhat surprising. Knowing what he truly desired, Liu Ruoxi didn’t want to dwell on this topic. She finally said, “Have Shen Qing bring you back.”
Then, she hung up.
The entire conversation between mother and son fell into Shen Qing’s ears.
Ruoxi is getting divorced? This was something she hadn’t anticipated, at least not this soon.
“Little Ran Ran, wait here. Auntie is going to take a shower, then I’ll take you back later.”
Shen Qing unfastened the collar around her neck and stood up, addressing Yang Haoran, who had just pocketed his phone.
Aunt Shen removing the collar herself surprised Yang Haoran.
Seeing Little Ran Ran’s expression, Shen Qing knew what he was thinking. She said with a laugh, “Little Ran Ran, Auntie told you earlier, today was my day to reward you. No matter how you played with me, I wouldn’t refuse. But now you have to go back, so naturally, it’s expired.”
“Ah?” Yang Haoran hadn’t expected Aunt Shen to go back on her word. He couldn’t help saying, “But Aunt Shen, does what you promised me earlier still count? And the chastity belt…”
Shen Qing’s beautiful face suddenly turned cold. Staring at him, she said icily, “Little Ran Ran, do you have the nerve to say that again?” Aunt Shen’s reaction and sudden change in expression startled Yang Haoran. Looking at this seemingly transformed Aunt Shen, his face stiffened. He pursed his lips, wanting to say something but unable to get it out.
“Scared you, didn’t I?… Hehehe…” Shen Qing suddenly began to giggle coquettishly. Watching Yang Haoran’s rigid expression, her laughter grew even louder, a sound like tinkling silver bells, pleasant to the ear, but Yang Haoran had no mind to appreciate it. He could only look at her helplessly.
“Little Ran Ran, did Auntie act just like Ruoxi?” Shen Qing asked him with a smiling gaze.
Even though she was completely naked, she remained entirely at ease.
“Yes… very much so.”
Aunt Shen’s teasing reminded Yang Haoran of past memories of being toyed with by herโdead memories suddenly attacking him. Butไธๅพไธๆฟ่ฎค (bรนdรฉ bรน chรฉngrรจn – it must be admitted), Aunt Shen’s cold tone just now did carry a certain air of Mom’s anger.
“So, does what you said earlier still count?” After indulging her mischievous whim, Yang Haoran immediately added.
“Hmm… that depends on Auntie’s mood.”
Shen Qing brushed the loose strands of hair from her forehead behind her ear and replied offhandedly.
Then, waiting until Yang Haoran showed a disappointed look, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and she said in aๅจๆปดๆปด (jiฤo dฤซ dฤซ – delicate, simpering, sweetly seductive) voice, “What do you think, husband~?” Hearing this “husband,” Yang Haoran’s anxious heart finally settled, blooming with joy. He pretended to be angry: “You slutty wife, get on your knees.”
Shen Qing, understanding his psychology, immediately dropped to her knees before him again. Her pitiful voice drifted on the air… “Husband~ your slave was wrong…”
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By the time Aunt Shen dropped him off home, it was already past four. Just have to add, women are so troublesome when showering.
Entering the house, Yang Haoran’s eyes fell on his father’s desolate figure. He was sitting on the living room sofa, still wearing the same suit from yesterday, looking haggard and smoking a cigarette. In Yang Haoran’s memory, his father was not a man who smoked.
“Brother, you’re back.”
Just then, Yang Mengyao emerged from the kitchen holding a cup of hot water, intending to give it to her father. Turning her head, she saw him and called out.
This call snapped Yang Wenfu back to awareness, and he noticed his returned son. He waved his son over. Yang Haoran walked over and sat down opposite his father. Yaoyao handed the cup to her father, but he waved his hand, gesturing for his daughter to put it down.
“Yaoyao, go back to your room first. Dad needs to have a private talk with Haoran.”
Yang Mengyao knew what her father wanted to discuss with her brother, as he had already spoken to her when she returned. She pressed her lips together but left anyway.
After Yaoyao left, father and son sat facing each other, momentarily enveloped in silence.