“No need to rush… Wenwen won’t be up so quickly.”
Shen Qing watched Yang Haoran dressing as if he were in a race and reminded him. Then, she got off the bed, opened the wardrobe, which was filled with a dazzling array of colorful qipaos. She randomly picked one and put it on.
“What should we do later?” Yang Haoran asked, having finished dressing. His expression had calmed slightly.
“When Wenwen comes up, you don’t need to say anything. Let Auntie handle it. Also, tidy up the bed.”
Shen Qing spoke while putting on her qipao.
Yang Haoran looked at the disheveled bed and the wet stain, then hurried over to tidy it up.
After he finished, the stains were all hidden beneath the bedding, but the pungent scent still lingered in the air.
“Aunt Shen, which bottle is the perfume?” Yang Haoran thought of using perfume to mask the smell. He walked to the dressing table but was bewildered by the array of bottles and containers. He had no idea which one was perfume.
“The cyan one.”
Yang Haoran then took the perfume and sprayed it around the room. Afraid of making it too obvious, he didn’t spray too much, just a light mist.
In the air, the scent was now masked by the perfume. Unless one sniffed carefully, it was undetectable. Yang Haoran relaxed a little.
But why was he in Aunt Shen’s room? He still couldn’t explain that.
“Come… Master… remove this slave’s collar.”
After Shen Qing finished dressing neatly, she gracefully walked over and sat beside Yang Haoran, who was seated on the edge of the bed.
“Can’t you take it off yourself?” Yang Haoran felt somewhat helpless. His mind was frantically searching for excuses; he wasn’t in the mood for this.
“Mmm… Master was the one who put it on this slave… How would this slave dare to remove it herself?”
Shen Qing spoke with a coquettish tone.
Reluctantly, Yang Haoran reached over to her fair neck, unbuttoned the clasp, and removed the collar.
He stuffed the collar, whip, and other toys into the cabinet to hide them, along with the sexy qipao Aunt Shen had been wearing earlier.
The evidence was mostly cleaned up, but he hadn’t expected Shiwen to really take as long as Aunt Shen said. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been time to cover up the traces.
…A few minutes earlier, on the first floor, in the room.
Zhou Shiwen stared blankly at the ended WeChat call interface.
What should he do?
How was he going to face his mom later?
He felt lost and panicked. He hadn’t even considered why Haoran was in his mom’s room—such trivial details didn’t cross his mind. Instead, his thoughts were consumed by what he had just said. He wished he could burrow into a hole and hide, utterly ashamed.
Nothing could be more socially mortifying than this.
While Yang Haoran was thinking of how to explain, Zhou Shiwen was also racking his brain for how to explain things to his mom later. Both were filled with anxiety.
For Zhou Shiwen, he had long known that his mom wrote erotic novels and had masochistic tendencies, enjoying perverted role-playing scenarios like “bitch and master.” But what his mom hadn’t known until now was that he had a cuckolding fetish. Now, he had revealed it himself—he had dug his own grave.
He never expected Haoran to betray his trust. Clearly, his mom was right there, yet Haoran insisted no one was around.
He’s ruined me! Right now, Zhou Shiwen felt like he could kill Yang Haoran.
…“Knock, knock…” The anticipated knocking finally came, though a few minutes late.
“Haoran, go open the door.”
Shen Qing signaled Yang Haoran to answer the door. She had already explained the plan to him earlier.
After hearing Aunt Shen’s plan, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but admire it. It was counterintuitive, and he admitted his own mind couldn’t have come up with it.
Yang Haoran opened the door and saw Zhou Shiwen’s anxious face. He remained calm, as if his presence there was entirely natural, without a hint of guilt.
Acting—he was all too familiar with it.
When Zhou Shiwen saw it was Yang Haoran, he glared at him fiercely. This was too treacherous.
“Why are you here?” Zhou Shiwen questioned with a stern expression.
“Shiwen… it’s not my fault. Aunt Shen planned all of this. I’m a victim too.”
Yang Haoran put on an aggrieved expression.
Seeing Yang Haoran’s wronged demeanor, Zhou Shiwen couldn’t help but wonder what was really going on. Then, the two of them entered the room.
Yang Haoran brought a chair for Shiwen to sit on and dragged another chair to sit beside him, as if to show that both of them were victims.
Zhou Shiwen sat uneasily on the chair, looking at his mom seated on the bed. He found it strange—why did her face seem somewhat flushed?
It resembled the lingering blush on the faces of those classmates and their beautiful mothers in the cuckolding videos he watched after they had enjoyed themselves.
The atmosphere in the room fell into silence. Shen Qing’s beautiful eyes scrutinized Zhou Shiwen, making him fidget and avoid her gaze, too nervous to meet her eyes.
None of the three spoke.
Finally, Zhou Shiwen couldn’t take the tension anymore and broke the silence: “Mom, what’s going on? Why is Haoran in your room? And what about that Mu Haipeng you mentioned? Where is he?”
“There is no Mu Haipeng. He was an actor Mom hired. The boyfriend Mom found is actually Haoran. I was just worried you might have a hard time accepting it, so I hired an actor to test your reaction first.”
Shen Qing spoke with a smile, but her eyes never left her son, making Zhou Shiwen feel immense pressure.
“Then, when you said tonight that you were going to sleep with Hai— no, with Haoran, was that true?” Zhou Shiwen mustered the courage to steer the conversation.
But these were genuine doubts in his mind.
As for his mom’s boyfriend being Haoran, he now felt less resistant to the idea. In fact, it almost felt inevitable.
Because this was exactly the outcome he had secretly hoped for.
“It wasn’t true…” Shen Qing explained patiently: “Mom told you that to test your true feelings about Mom finding a boyfriend—to see if you would call Little Haoran to stop me.”
“But Mom, how did you know I would call Haoran?” Zhou Shiwen couldn’t help asking.
“Because I’m your mom.”
Shen Qing stated it as a matter of fact.
Her words left Zhou Shiwen speechless. He pressed on: “What if I didn’t call Haoran?”
“Then that would mean you agreed with Mom finding a boyfriend.”
“But that would only mean I agreed with you dating that Mu Haipeng, not with you dating Haoran!” Faced with this sharp question, Shen Qing had already prepared a response. She said leisurely, “Mu Haipeng is your peer. Mom was worried you wouldn’t accept Mom dating someone around your age, and also worried you wouldn’t accept Mom having a boyfriend at all. As for whether it’s Haoran or not—if you could accept Mu Haipeng, a peer, then sooner or later, you could accept that person being Haoran.”
Hearing this, Zhou Shiwen fell silent. He lowered his head slightly, not daring to meet his mom’s gaze.