“Thank you, Sister Shen.”
Tang Wenqian looked gratefully at Shen Qing. This was something she had been worried about. She already knew the Master would be coming to Sister Shen’s house to engage in wanton acts in broad daylight. She wasn’t as strong-minded as Sister Shen; she couldn’t bring herself to be played with by one man while another watched.
“When the Master wants to play with me, he might have you humiliate me, just like at the estate back then. You need to cooperate with him, understand?” Shen Qing explained the scenario that might unfold.
Hearing this, Tang Wenqian’s face showed reluctance. Seeing her hesitant expression, Shen Qing said with a smile, “Just treat it like playing a game at the estate. Sister Shen is playing the role of the bitch. You’ve probably played this kind of game many times; it shouldn’t be that hard for you. Just loosen up. Sister Shen won’t blame you.”
“Mm.”
Tang Wenqian pressed her lips together and agreed. Mainly, she also knew that Shen Qing had masochistic tendencies. The reason she felt reluctant was that she couldn’t bear to treat Shen Qing, the benefactor who saved her family, in such a manner. It was just too embarrassing.
Shen Qing, recalling her son’s reaction earlier, looked at Tang Wenqian’s pretty face and warned, “Xiao Wen might like you a little. Make sure to keep your distance when you’re with him normally.”
“Sister Shen, if Xiao Wen likes me, why don’t you let himβ¦β¦β¦β¦”
“Don’t say things like that in the future.”
Shen Qing cut off Tang Wenqian. Seeing her looking at herself in confusion, Shen Qing explained, “Xiao Ranran likes you too, perhaps just your appearance, but since you’ve had intimate contact with him before, if I were to give you to Wen Wen, he would feel uncomfortable inside.”
Tang Wenqian couldn’t help but ask, “But Xiao Wen is your son, Sister Shen. Why?”
She was utterly puzzled. Clearly, Xiao Wen was Sister Shen’s biological son. So why, knowing that Xiao Wen might somewhat like her, would she still want to give her to Yang Haoran? This didn’t make sense.
Shen Qing gazed at Tang Wenqian and asked her a question: “What do you think is the difference between Wen Wen’s cuckquean fetish (towards his mother) and a cuckold fetish?”
Tang Wenqian was bewildered. How could she possibly know the specific details of such perverted psychological states? She couldn’t understand the cuckqueanεΏη (lΗ mΗ xΔ«nlΗ – lit. “green mother” psychology, fetish for seeing one’s mother be sexually taken by another) β how could someone feel happiness from giving their own mother to someone else to play with? Even less could she understand the cuckoldεΏη (lΗ mΓ o xΔ«nlΗ – lit. “green hat” psychology, fetish for seeing one’s wife/lover be sexually taken by another) β how could someone feel excitement from giving their own woman to someone else to play with?
Seeing Tang Wenqian’s confused look, Shen Qing sighed and said, “Cuckquean (η»Ώζ―) and cuckold (η»ΏεΈ½) seem only a character apart, but they are actually similarηΈε½’εΏη (deformed psychological states) and can easily be connected. Cuckquean isn’t a big deal; I am Wen Wen’s mother. Being with Xiao Ranran doesn’t affect his future marriage and children. Cuckold is different; it would ruin Wen Wen’s life.”
“If Sister Shen gave you to Wen Wen, satisfied him, and then one day, to further expand his psychologicalεΊζΏ (stimulation/thrill), he transferred you to Haoran to play with, do you think that possibility exists?” Shen Qing’s soul-striking question left Tang Wenqian unable to respond. Internally, she didn’t believe that Sister Shen’s son, that boy who seemed shy, would do such an absurd thing. But then, she never expected Xiao Wen to have a perverted cuckquean fetish either.
Tang Wenqian couldn’t figure it out and gave up,转θ (instead) considering another possibility: “Sister Shen, doesn’t Xiao Wen have a girlfriend? What if in the futureβ¦β¦β¦β¦”
Shen Qing understood what Tang Wenqian meant and fell silent for a moment before saying, “We’ll deal with future matters in the future. Right now, I can’t give it a push.”
When Tang Wenqian left Shen Qing’s room, herεΏζ ε€ζ (mood was complicated). It wasn’t that she liked Zhou Shiwen (Xiao Wen); mainly, compared to theζΆε£ε°θ±‘ (bad impression) Yang Haoran gave her, Zhou Shiwen’s shy personality might be better. Plus, Zhou Shiwen was Sister Shen’s son.
Even being a plaything, one’s psychology naturally leans towards someone easier to get along with.
(Author’s Note: Won’t write cuckoldε§ζ (plotlines). Pure love story, pure love story, pure love story.)
When Yang Haoran got home, he found his mother hadn’t returned yet. Exhausted, he went to his room and slept until a little after 2 a.m.
When he woke up, heεη°ε€©θ²ε·²ι» (realized the sky was already dark). He didn’t know who had covered him with a blanket. His consciousness was still fuzzy just after waking up, but after a few seconds, he was jolted awake with a start.
Was Mother back?
Yang Haoran threw off the covers,ι£ε₯εΊζΏι΄ (dashed out of the room), and called outθΏ«δΈεεΎ (impatiently), “Momβ¦β¦β¦β¦ Momβ¦β¦β¦β¦ Dear Motherβ¦β¦β¦β¦”
The dark villa was quiet. Yang Haoran called out a few times, only echoes responding. He went downstairs and looked around but saw no one.
Just as he was feeling disappointed, familiar footsteps came from the circular staircase on the first floor. A cold scolding voice, like a beautiful movement of music, made him pause inζε (delighted surprise).
“In the middle of the nightβ¦β¦β¦β¦ what are you yelling like a ghost forβ¦β¦β¦β¦”
Liu Ruoxi frowned slightly. She was coming downstairs wearing a purple silk nightgown. Her curvaceous figure was outlined by the nightgown into a jade gourd shapeβcurves in front and behind, a perfect, enticing silhouette.
Her stunningly beautiful face, upon seeing her son who lookedζε (surprised and delighted) and came running over, turned frosty. She had held back earlier when she returned and saw her son asleep, but being woken up in the middle of the night made her anger simplyη葨 (max out/overflow).
“Mom, you’re back. I missed you so much.”
Yang Haoran, overcome with joy, rushed forward wanting to hug his mother, but Liu Ruoxi, filled with resentment, kicked him, sending him staggering toζεε°δΈ (sprawl on the ground).
“Ouchβ¦β¦β¦β¦ that hurts so much.”
Yang Haoran fell to the ground, his face braking the fall (θΈεΉθ½¦ – lit. face brake), grimacing in pain. The pain was real, but theθ‘¨ζΌ (performance) was also real.
Seeing his mother’s expression was off, he had wanted to hug her to ease the mother-son atmosphere. Now, adapting to the circumstances, achieving his wish in another form wasn’t bad either.
Liu Ruoxie looked at her son rolling on the ground, crying out in pain but refusing to get up, her face growing darker. Her tone was icy and piercing: “You can sleep right here tonight. You’d better not get up.”
She snorted coldly, turned around cleanly, and left, ignoring her son who got up and chased after her. Patεβ¦β¦β¦β¦ Patεβ¦β¦β¦β¦ (Sound of footsteps)
Yang Haoran followed like a clingy pest, trailing behind Liu Ruoxi up the stairs while ingratiatingly asking, “Mom, where did you go today? I missed you so much. I was distracted all day at home. Just thinking about my dear mother running away from home made my heart ache so much I couldn’t breatheβ¦β¦β¦β¦”
Liu Ruoxi’sε΄θ§ζ½ζ (twitched), and a vein throbbed on her forehead. When they reached the second floor, she could no longer stand her son’s incessant chatter. She turned around andζει (angrily shouted), “Aren’t you annoying? If you don’t know how to talk, then shut up! And ‘running away from home’? If youεε¦ (dare to chatter) one more sentence, believe me or not, I’ll make you sweep the floor and then throw you out?”
His mother’s icy glare sent a chill down Yang Haoran’s spine. He saidε§ε± (plaintively), “Momβ¦β¦β¦β¦”
“Don’t call me Mom. I don’t have a son like you.”
Before he could finish, Liu Ruoxi impatiently cut him off. Right now, she found Yang Haoran utterly displeasing no matter where she looked.
Yang Haoran’s heart sank completely. Different from before, the look in his mother’s eyes held a kind ofεζΆ (disgust/aversion), making his mood instantly plummet to the bottom. Seeing his mother turn to leave, he couldn’t care about anything else anymore. He directly wrapped his arms around Liu Ruoxi’s lower abdomen from behind, pressing himself tightly against her jade-like buttocks, hisθ¨θηηη倧θζ£ (swollen, burning large meat rod) directly pressing against the groove of her honeyedθι¨ (buttocks).
“Ah!! Mmphβ¦β¦β¦β¦”
Before Yang Haoran could even savor that wonderful sensation, his lower abdomen was struck hard by an elbow. The pain made him cry out, but before he could finish, his neck wasεδ½ (choked) by Liu Ruoxi, who had turned around and used her arm. It hurt so much he couldn’t even make a sound, only emitting muffled “mmph” sounds of surrender.
In a flash of lightning, thisζΆεΎ (villain/scoundrel) Yang Haoran was thoroughly subdued. So it’s false that Mom doesn’t know how to fight!
Liu Ruoxi choked Yang Haoran until his face turned red and he was about to roll his eyes, then finally released him. Heη«εε¨ε° (collapsed weakly to the ground), breathingζ₯δΏ (rapidly). She left behind a mocking sentence before turning and returning to the master bedroom.
” weak as a chick, save your energy.”