“Shut up!”
Bringing up her husband immediately caused Liu Ruoxi’s face to frost over. She said coldly, “Both you and I have wronged him. I’m warning you this once: do not mention your father again.”
Seeing his mother react so intensely at the mention of his dad, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but feel jealous, and he uttered the words he would regret most that day: “Mom, stop lying to yourself. You belong to me now. It has nothing to do with Dad anymore.”
“Heh…”
Liu Ruoxi let out a cold laugh. Looking at her son’s smug face, she sneered, “Tomorrow, I’m flying to Sanya. I’ll be sharing a room with your father. I’ll do whatever he wants me to do. I can give him the blowjobs he used to beg for but never got. I can even buy a collar and a dog leash and let him walk me like a bitch. Whatever his son has gotten, he will have too. What makes you think you’re the only one for me?”
She had wronged her husband. Because of the Fallen Angel game, she had given herself to her son, but that didn’t mean she was a piece of meat on a chopping block for him to handle as he pleased. Her son’s words had provoked her rebellious side, and even something as degrading as being paraded like a bitch was said by her with an air of casual indifference.
This was a world of difference compared to her formerly cool and detached nature.
Hearing his mother say this, Yang Haoran panicked instantly because he could tell she was backed into a corner now and might very well follow through.
Yang Haoran felt like slapping himself across the face several times. Why did I have to run my mouth? Mom had already warned him, so why did he have to bring up Dad again?
Mom wasn’t like Auntie Shen; she wouldn’t be obedient and submissive to him.
“Mom, I’m sorry,” Yang Haoran said, a look of shame on his face as he simultaneously let go of the breast he had been fondling.
Liu Ruoxi wasn’t having any of it this time. She said coldly, “Just enjoy yourself for now. You have twenty minutes left. After that, Mom will go play with your father. Mom won’t be putting any time limits on him…”
Yang Haoran grew desperate. “Mom, you can’t do this.”
“Why can’t I?” Liu Ruoxi asked with a cold smile, looking back at him. “Didn’t you want to train Mom? Wouldn’t it be the same to have your father train Mom into a slut?”
“Oh, you’re worried Mom will abandon you.” Liu Ruoxi remained composed and said leisurely, “Don’t worry, Mom won’t abandon you. Once your father trains Mom to be a bit more promiscuous, serving you will be even more pleasurable for you later.”
“Weren’t you the one who wanted Mom and Shen Qing to have a crawling competition on all fours like bitches to see who looked better? Don’t worry, once Mom returns from Sanya, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
Looking at his mother, who seemed to be willingly throwing herself into depravity, Yang Haoran felt a heart-wrenching pain. He was also provoked to fury by her words about letting Dad train her and so on.
Mom was his exclusive property. He couldn’t stand the thought of his mother sharing a room with his father, let alone allowing his father to train her. To him, this was nothing short of the sky falling.
Yang Haoran breathed rapidly, his chest heaving violently with anger. However, he was no longer as impulsive as he used to be. Knowing that getting angry was useless, he forced himself to calm down, though his hands still trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Once calmed, his racing heart made his mind work at lightning speed. Mom and Dad had been in a cold war for years. Even if they were loving during their marriage, so many years of cold war would have cooled even boiling water.
The core reason Mom reacted so strongly when he mentioned Dad was that she felt she had cheated, that she was the one who had first betrayed their marriage.
Mom felt guilty toward Dad, which was why, after their physical relationship began, she had shown Dad a long-missing level of care and attention.
But… what if she wasn’t the first to cheat?
A lightning bolt of an idea flashed through Yang Haoran’s mind, and his whole body trembled because of it. This would be a decision where both sides end up hurt.
His thoughts moved like lightning. Yang Haoran considered and made his decision—only five or six seconds had passed in the real world.
Yang Haoran looked at his mother, who was staring back at him coldly. After a long silence, he slowly said, “Mom, I need to confess something to you.”
After saying her piece, Liu Ruoxi had actually felt some regret. A mother knows her son best, and often knows which words cut the deepest. She knew her son possessed a monstrous sense of possession and treasured her like a rare jewel. Her words had hurt him, and they had hurt her too.
But she was still furious. Her son’s words had touched upon the deepest layer of guilt in her heart. The two of them, mother and son, had illicitly joined together like a pair of wanton degenerates, while her husband remained completely in the dark. Given her nature and the upbringing she had received, she simply couldn’t behave like a true slut, completely devoid of a sense of propriety, courtesy, and shame.
Her son’s words had ripped away her fig leaf. The guilt she felt toward her husband burst forth like a flood, leading to the current situation.
Watching her son fall silent for a long moment before suddenly putting on a grave and serious expression, Liu Ruoxi felt a sense of foreboding. Finding herself in a predicament, she said coldly, “Go confess to your father.”
“It’s about Dad that I need to talk about,” Yang Haoran said. “A while back, on your wedding anniversary, I interfered because I couldn’t stand the thought of you and Dad getting back together.”
Liu Ruoxi listened quietly. She knew the main point was coming later; she was already aware of this part.
Yang Haoran continued, “The day after that, Dad came home. He trusts me a lot, and he told me a secret.”
Yang Haoran paused here. He didn’t conceal the fact that his father had specifically instructed him. He continued, “Dad specifically told me not to tell you, Mom. I promised him I wouldn’t.”
Yang Haoran’s tone was self-deprecating, because even he felt he was despicable, shameless, dishonorable, and unfilial.
Liu Ruoxi’s sense of foreboding grew stronger and stronger. She couldn’t help but interrupt her son, “Stop. Since you promised your father, then don’t tell me. I can pretend I never heard anything. Don’t let your father down again.”
Looking at his mother, who even now was still concerned about his father, Yang Haoran suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain. Mom, don’t you understand? Neither Dad nor I are innocent. I may be despicable and shameless, but Dad was the one who cheated first…
It’s because his conscience is weighing on him that he wants to reconcile with you. You’re the only one kept in the dark, suffering the torment of believing you’re the one who betrayed your marriage. But now, even if I have to wrong Grandpa, I can’t let you bear this guilt alone.
Yang Haoran did not stop. Under his mother’s cold gaze that clearly told him to shut up, he spoke methodically, “Several months ago, Dad had an affair. Once, during a company gathering, he raped a female subordinate from his company…”