On the other side, around four in the morning last night, Shen Qing drove Liu Ruoxi to the seaside to watch the sunrise and help her relax, as Liu Ruoxi was suffering from insomnia.
The two women had slept together last night. After finishing their bedtime routines, they talked from eight oβclock until midnight, sharing many intimate secrets from their boudoir. Their conversation ranged from their youthful university days all the way to the present. Time had flown by, and everything felt as if it had happened just yesterday. Yet now, both of them had become mothers, making them sigh at the relentlessness of time and the changes brought by the years, which never bend to human will.
What Shen Qing talked about most was Yang Haoran. She shared amusing stories from Yang Haoranβs childhood, including how she had teased him without Liu Ruoxiβs knowledge, as well as everything that had happened after Liu Ruoxi left the manor that day.
This included how she had let Yang Haoran take her anal virginity, how she had humbly knelt to lick his shoes, how she had degradingly drunk his urine, and how she had custom-made a chastity belt for herself to be tormented by himβ¦ and other lewd and obscene words that shattered Liu Ruoxiβs sense of propriety.
Shen Qing even showed Liu Ruoxi the chastity belt that Yang Haoran had not yet seen, causing Liu Ruoxiβs eyebrows to twitch and her emotions to become deeply mixed.
That Shen Qing suddenly revealed so much naturally had a deeper meaning.
Wordlessly, it seemed to say to Liu Ruoxi: βLook, Ruoxi, Iβve played so many perverted games with little Haoran. Iβve knelt to lick his shoes, degradingly drunk his urineβIβve done all of this. Iβve given everything for your son. As fellow players in the Fallen Angel game, you, as his mother, getting pregnant by him is only natural. Thereβs no need to carry any burden, because Iβve done even more extreme things.β This insinuating comparison left Liu Ruoxi defenseless.
Shen Qing openly admitted her own degradation to break through Liu Ruoxiβs limits, while also planting the psychological groundwork for Yang Haoran to treat Liu Ruoxi similarly in the future. The fruits of herθ¦εΏ (kΗxΔ«n,θ¦εΏ:θ¦εΏ: hard efforts) would naturally be enjoyed by Yang Haoran in the future, but for now, he was about to face Liu Ruoxiβs wrath.
Learning everything that happened after she left the manor that dayβhow Haoran had played with her best friend Shen Qing like she was a breeding animalβLiu Ruoxi, though aware that Shen Qing was inwardly wanton and willing, could not blame Shen Qing. It was her own selfishness that had dragged her best friend into this vortex. Thus, her anger was naturally directed at Yang Haoran.
For the first time, through Shen Qingβs account, her sonβs sexual proclivities were fully displayed before her eyes. She knew her son had a psychologically deviant side and enjoyed tormenting women, but truly understanding that he had treated her best friend Shen Qing as less than human made her anger uncontrollable. Had he treated her this way, she might not have been so furious, because she is his mother, and a mother can always be more tolerant of her son than others can.
But her best friend Shen Qing was different. Although Shen Qing was Yang Haoranβs woman, she was also an elder who had watched him grow up. Yet, in his hands, she was played with like a breeding animal. How could this not enrage Liu Ruoxi?
Already preoccupied with her own thoughts, learning these things caused Liu Ruoxi to suffer from complete insomnia.
By four in the morning, seeing that her best friend Liu Ruoxi still couldnβt sleep, Shen Qing suggested going to the seaside to watch the sunrise and clear their minds.
After watching the sunrise, Liu Ruoxiβs heart calmed somewhat. The magnificent beauty of nature often has the power to heal the human heart, as if before its grandeur, all worries and sorrows seem as insignificant and unworthy of concern as ants.
It was like a gentle breeze, soothing the soul!
After watching the sunrise, the two women chartered a yacht. Gently rocked by the waves and feeling the sea breeze, they took a short nap.
Later, Shen Qing needed to go to the Pet Manor to pick up Tang Wenqian, whom Shen Qing described as the most beautiful girl there.
Liu Ruoxi then remembered who she was. Recalling that, at Shen Qingβs request, Haoran had actually been willing to give up such a beautiful girl, she thought that her son might not be entirely consumed by lust after all. Feeling somewhat comforted, Liu Ruoxi accompanied her to the Pet Manor.
On the way, the two women discussed a few matters.
Tang Wenqian was fortunate to have evoked Shen Qingβs pity. Not only was she let go, but Shen Qing also helped resolve her fatherβs debt problems.
Consequently, Tang Wenqian felt immensely grateful to Shen Qing. At her strong insistence, Shen Qing agreed to her proposal to work as a live-inδΏε§ (bΗomΗ,δΏε§: nanny/housekeeper) at her home. Shen Qing knew Tang Wenqian wanted to repay the kindness, even though she herself didnβt require it.
But Tang Wenqian was also stubborn. Repeatedly refused, she kept pleading with Shen Qing. It was only when Tang Wenqian learned that only Shen Qing and her son, Zhou Shiwen, lived in the house, and offered to take care of Zhou Shiwenβs three daily meals with her cooking skills, that she finally managed to persuade Shen Qing.
Shen Qing had never hired aδΏε§ (bΗomΗ,δΏε§: nanny/housekeeper) before, partly because she was a homebody, but also because she preferred a quiet environment and disliked outsiders intruding into her life.
When the two women arrived at the manor, they saw Tang Wenqian being led back from the small grassland area of the manor by a petite bunny girl. Tang Wenqian was completely naked, a dark gray collar around her fair neck.
A chain extended from the collar to the hand of the bunny girl leading her. Her beautiful figure was curved in a posture akin to a bitch crawling on all fours. From her snow-white buttocks, a furry dog tail butt plug swayed left and right as she skillfully wriggled her smooth, pale bottom.
Liu Ruoxi frowned. Shen Qing, however, wasnβt surprised at all. Wenwen, leading Tang Wenqian, walked up to Shen Qing and Liu Ruoxi, feeling somewhat nervous. She stammered, βSisβ¦ Shen, today itβs Wenqianβs turnβ¦ to play the role of the bitchβ¦ soβ¦β
βAlright, alright, I understand,β Shen Qing said, not needing to ask. She knew the girls had been out on the small grassland letting themselves go. She had seen the games these girls played before. It was Tang Wenqianβs turn for the βbitchβ role, where, in their wanton games, she naturally played the part of being walked.
Tang Wenqian felt ashamed, her face flushed red, but she didnβt dare to get up without permission. According to the manorβs rules, when playing the βbitchβ role, one must remain in character like a dog until the owner permits otherwise. This was why she had to be led over while crawling.
Feeling grateful to Shen Qing, Tang Wenqian naturally wouldnβt break the rules Shen Qing had established.
βGive it to me,β Shen Qing said. Wenwen obediently handed the handle of the chain to Shen Qing. Just as Wenwen thought she was dismissed, she heard Shen Qing say, βXiao Wen, you come along too.β Shen Qing led the crawling Tang Wenqian all the way to the villaβs main hall. Like a pet raised according to the Pet Manor theme, the two pink cherries on Tang Wenqianβs chest swayed with the movement of her breasts as she crawled. With each movement, her snow-white buttocks swung enticingly, tracing a seductive curveβ¦ Her lovely figure made her crawl a visually pleasing and quite aesthetic sight, resembling a pure white pet dog.
It was a pity no man was present to appreciate this alluring scene.
Liu Ruoxi followed behind, her brows tightly furrowed, but she didnβt say anything. Through Shen Qingβs account the previous night, she had come to understand everything about this manor.