Yang Haoranโs thoughts were drifting when Gu Qingying, standing at the podium, suddenly heard the system notification she had been eagerly awaiting. Not long after, a message abruptly refreshed on Yang Haoranโs phone screen:
Homeroom Teacher: โThe teacherโs thoughts have changed somewhat. If you are willing to come to the teacherโs office after school at noon, Yang Haoranๅๅญฆ (student), this will be the last time the teacher addresses you like this.โ
It was extremely bold, theๆ็คบ (hints) practically blatant. Yang Haoranโs breathing instantly became rapid, yet a thick confusion also surfaced in his mind. Could the teacher really be thinking of becoming his mistress?
That didnโt make sense? Before, no matter what he said, she was unwilling. How could her thoughts change so completely in such a short time?
Yang Haoran looked up and glanced at Teacher Gu sitting upright at the podium.ๆฐๅฅฝ (Coincidentally), Gu Qingyingโs beautiful eyes turned towards him, and she gave him a slight smile.
Yang Haoran even vaguely saw a hint of flattery and่ฎจๅฅฝ (ingratiation) in Gu Qingyingโs smile. Compared to before, it was like she was a different person.
Yang Haoran was utterly baffled. What could have happened to cause such a massive shift in Teacher Guโs mindset?
They had agreed on one privateๅ็็ ง (glamour photo) every two days. Teacher Gu had sent three. Moreover, the three photos were่ฟ่ดฏ่ตทๆฅ็ (connected in a sequence), like aๅฑ็คบ (display). The last one, especially, where she cupped her own ample breasts, seemed more like she was flaunting her assets.
Aไปไบบ่ทณ (honey trap)? Could the teacher be planning to set him up, to้ทๅฎณ (frame) him? Without any leverage over him, was she actively trying to create some? To force him toไนไนๆๅฅน็่ฆๆฑๅ (obediently do as she demanded)?
Yang Haoranโs imagination ran wild. The more he thought about it, the more apprehensive he became. This was a้ธฟ้จๅฎด (feast at Hong Gate โ a trap)!
โYouxi, help me analyze this. Is Teacher Gu planning to set me up? To get leverage over me?โ
Unable to figure it out, Yang Haoran tugged at hisๅๆก (deskmate) Ji Youxi under the desk. After she turned around, disturbed, he immediately handed her his phone.
Ji Youxi, initially frowning slightly at being disturbed, relaxed upon hearing Yang Haoranโs request for help. She took the phone, browsed for a few seconds, then handed it back:
โNo. You can go, or not go. Stringing her along wouldnโt be bad either.โ
However, hearing Ji Youxiโs words, Yang Haoran grew even more puzzled: โIf this is a good thing, what do you mean by โstringing her alongโ?โ
Ji Youxi had long known he wouldnโt understand and explained: โIf you go now, Teacher Gu will be willing to truly be your mistress and call you โhusband.โ If you go in a few days, sheโll be willing to call you โmaster.โ Thatโs the difference!โ
โIs it really that extreme?โ Yang Haoran wore a completely bewildered expression.
โBelieve it or not!โ Ji Youxi rolled her eyes.
โAhemโฆ Youxi, hereโs what Iโm thinking. Being called โhusbandโ isnโt bad either. A mistress is also someone to play with freely, thereโs no difference. How about I go at noon?โ
Yang Haoran had already been feeling restless and distracted after seeing the photos. His current words undoubtedly expressed his inner thoughts.
Besides, waiting a few daysโฆ he was afraid it might be like last time, where the back-and-forth just broke off. Only what youโve eaten truly belongs to you.
โSuit yourself.โ
Hearing Ji Youxiโs reply, just two short words, made Yang Haoranโs heart surge with excitement. But, adhering to a pragmatic and cautious attitude, he secretly sent a reply to his homeroom teacher.
Gu Qingyingโs phone vibrated once. She retrieved it under the podium and glanced at it.
Little Pervert: โTeacher, my mom is coming to pick me up and take me home at noon. How about you tell me, what็งฐๅผ (form of address) are you planning to switch to?โ
โLittle Pervertโ was the note Gu Qingying had saved for Yang Haoran. Seeing this message, she was slightly surprised. This little pervert actually had the patience to hold his ground?
She didnโt rush to reply to Yang Haoran. Instead, Gu Qingying privately messaged Liu Ruoxi, asking if she was coming to school at noon to pick up her son.
After receiving Liu Ruoxiโs reply, Gu Qingying, adopting the stance of a newcomer, told Liu Ruoxi about the task she had triggered and asked for her opinion.
Whether comparing wealth or status with Liu Ruoxi or Shen Qing, Gu Qingying clearly understood she fell short in both. In terms of experience, she was even more of a novice. In looks, she consciously thought herself beautiful, but still slightly inferior to Ruoxi and Shen Qing. The only area was her figure, where she felt she was not the least bit inferior, even surpassing them in breast size.
This was also the reason why, in the provocative photos she took and sent to Yang Haoran, she cupped her breasts, emphasizing her substantial assets.
In Gu Qingyingโs eyes, Yang Haoran was just a little brat, the kind blinded by lust, which she despised. If not for the Fallen Angel game, being a mistress would forever beๅ็ (fake/pretense).
If Liu Ruoxi and Shen Qing werenโt in the picture, Gu Qingying felt that even with the Fallen Angel game, she could have adopted a different็ฉๆณ (way of playing), putting herself in the higher position.
There was a moment of silence on the other end before a reply came saying it was up to her, letting Gu Qingying relax. The three of them actually had a rule: no one could hinder another player from completing their tasks.
However, because Liu Ruoxi was Yang Haoranโs biological mother, Gu Qingying knew her status was undoubtedly high. It was possible she might have to act according to Liu Ruoxiโs wishes in the future, so she naturally assumed a lowerๅงฟๆ (posture/attitude).
They were both smart people, so interacting was naturally comfortable. Liu Ruoxi had never given Gu Qingying a hard time either. But if Gu Qingying entered the โfamily,โ given Liu Ruoxiโs strong-woman style, she would naturally manage her.
In ancient times, the women in the households of high-ranking officials did not have equal status either; it was a system of one wife with multiple concubines!
Having sounded out the situation, Gu Qingying now had a clearer idea. She sent a reply to Yang Haoran.
At the same time, the class dismissal bell rang. Gu Qingying announced the end of class, picked up her umbrella, and walked out of the classroom, no longer paying attention to how Yang Haoran would react upon receiving the message.
After Homeroom Teacher Gu Qingying left, the classroom instantly became as noisy as a marketplace. Yang Haoran looked at the message on his phone screen, his heart pounding wildly.
Homeroom Teacher: โWhat do you think about โhusbandโ?โ
If it was consideredๆ็คบ (implying/hinting) before, now it was basicallyๆ็ไบ (showing her cards/being explicit).
Faced with the prospect of a buxom, curvaceous mature woman actively throwing herself at him, Yang Haoran felt like he was dreaming. His steps were even unsteady as he followed behind Ji Youxi.
Only after seeing Ji Youxi into her auntโs car and saying goodbye to Hao Lei did Yang Haoran take a deep breath. His eyes were bright, filled with anticipation, as he walked towards the comprehensive building.