Liu Ruoxi fell silent. In truth, when her son mentioned that his father had told him to keep it from her, she had already begun to suspect something. But when her son actually said it aloudβthat several months ago, her husband had cheated, and unexpectedly, it was a vicious case of rapeβa suffocating feeling, accompanied by an inexplicable sense of nausea, washed over her. She felt a churning and spasming in her abdomen, and an intense urge to vomit surged up uncontrollably. Covering her mouth, she ignored her stunned son, rose to her feet, and hurriedly rushed to the bathroom.
Yang Haoran was full of questions. What was wrong with Mom?
Upon finding out that Dad had cheated, shouldnβt Mom be furious?
Her reaction was beyond his expectations. Yang Haoran was stunned for a few seconds, worried that something might be wrong with her, and quickly followed her.
When he reached the bathroom, Yang Haoran saw his mother staring blankly at the vomit in the sink, her face dark and extremely grim.
Yang Haoran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This was more like itβhow could Mom not be angry!
Before he could speak, his mother bent over and vomited again. He hurriedly patted her back.
“Get away from me!”
Liu Ruoxi shook off her son’s hand, her eyes fixed fiercely on Yang Haoran as if they were spitting fire. If her icy gaze could take physical form, it would be enough to slice Yang Haoran into a thousand pieces.
A chill ran down Yang Haoran’s spine. He didnβt understand what was happening. Why was Mom so angry at him? It was Dad who had cheated, not him.
Was he being caught in the crossfire, implicated because of Dad?
Just as Yang Haoran was about to speak, Liu Ruoxi turned away, not wanting to look at him any longer. She hurried back to the living room, removing the collar from her neck and the nipple clamps from her breasts as she walked. She picked up her clothes from the sofa and began to dress.
“Mom, whatβs wrong?”
Yang Haoran followed her out, watching as his mother dressed with a dazed expression, her hands trembling so much she could barely hold her underwear. He faintly sensed that something was amiss.
Liu Ruoxi put on her clothes, ignoring her son completely as if he were air. When she saw that her son still intended to follow her, she turned around and shouted in exasperation, “Get out of here~”
Yang Haoran was frightened. It was the first time he had seen his mother so hysterical, her beautiful eyes filled with a rage that seemed ready to devour him. As he watched his mother hurriedly leave the villa, the roar of a car engine soon echoed from outside the courtyard. Yang Haoran stood there in a daze, completely bewildered⦠What was wrong with Mom?
As Liu Ruoxi left home and got into her car, a notification sound echoed in her mindβa mission failure alert followed by a new mission prompt. She seemed to have lost her soul, showing no reaction.
It wasnβt until she reached an intersection and nearly collided with an oncoming vehicle while turning that Liu Ruoxi slammed on the brakes, her mind clearing slightly.
She knew she wasnβt in the right state to drive. After pulling over to the side of the road, her face slightly pale and her expression distant, her thoughts drifted aimlessly like duckweed, unsure where to settleβ¦
Her hand unconsciously moved to her abdomen, as if she could feel a new life growing there.
Fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on her!
“Aunt Shen, thatβs what happened. I donβt know whatβs going on? Itβs all my fault. Maybe I shouldnβt have told Mom about this.”
“Mom seemed really off when she left. Iβm really worried about her. Do you have any way to get in touch with her? She wonβt answer my calls.”
Yang Haoran spoke anxiously, a hint of regret in his tone. However, after he finished recounting the events, there was no response from the other end of the line.
After waiting for a full thirty seconds, Yang Haoran finally heard Aunt Shenβs voice. But her usually charming and captivating voice now carried a faint tone of gravity: “Little Ranran, Auntie knows. Donβt blame yourself, and donβt worry. Stay home and donβt go anywhere. I can get in touch with Ruoxi.”
With that, she hung up.
Yang Haoran was stunned. This was the first time Aunt Shen had hung up on him so abruptly. Even after hearing the dial tone, he found it hard to believe.
What was wrong with Mom? Why was even Aunt Shen acting like this? Had he committed some unforgivable sin?
Completely bewildered, Yang Haoran was lost in confusionβ¦
The phone in the car rang again. Liu Ruoxi didnβt even want to look at it, but the annoying ringing persisted like a relentless ghost clinging to her bones. She picked up her phone, furious and wanting to turn it off for a moment of peace, when she suddenly noticed that the caller was her best friend, Shen Qing.
A complex expression crossed her face, but she still ended the call. Her mind was in chaos, and all sorts of conflicting thoughts were sprouting up one after another, belatedly dawning on her.
Could she really be⦠pregnant?
And with a child conceived from an illicit encounter with her own son.
A mother carrying her sonβs childβsuch a morally outrageous, shocking thingβwas actually happening to her.
She had never considered this possibility, subconsciously refusing to entertain the thought. So when it actually happened, her mind went blank, leaving her at a loss.
Shortly after Liu Ruoxi ended the call, a system notification sounded in her mind. Her best friend, Shen Qing, had contacted her through the game system.
Shen Qing: “Ruoxi, Iβm on my way. Wait for me where you are.”
Liu Ruoxi and Shen Qing were teammates in the Fallen Angel game, and both had the ability to track each otherβs locations.
Liu Ruoxi knew Haoran must have notified her best friend.
Half an hour later, Shen Qingβs fiery red Ferrari pulled up behind Liu Ruoxiβs black BMW. Shen Qing got out of her car, opened the passenger door of the BMW, and sat inside.
Shen Qing looked at her pale-faced best friend and calmly asked, “Ruoxi, are you pregnant?”
“Yes.”
Liu Ruoxiβs expression was complex. After some internal struggle, her emotions had now settled.
Shen Qing was not surprised by Liu Ruoxiβs confirmation. After hearing Yang Haoranβs account of Ruoxiβs sudden nausea and vomiting, and considering that she had been intimate with Little Ranran just the previous week, she had vaguely guessed the truth.
The system had a function to monitor players’ health, including hidden illnesses and diseases, so a hospital check wasnβt necessary. Still, Shen Qing asked Liu Ruoxi, “Ruoxi, do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?”
“No need.”
Liu Ruoxi shook her head.
“Letβs still go to the hospital for a check-up,” Shen Qing urged. Even though both of them knew it was a confirmed fact, going to the hospital was just an excuse. Shen Qing wanted her best friend to have something to do now, to keep her from overthinking.
Liu Ruoxi understood Shen Qingβs intention. After a moment of silence, she didnβt refuse again. Once Shen Qing took over driving, the two headed toward the hospital.
“Ruoxi, the child is Little Ranranβs, right?”
After driving for a while, while waiting at a traffic light, Shen Qing noticed Liu Ruoxiβs distracted state and deliberately steered the conversation toward the source of her distress.
Liu Ruoxiβs calm expression shifted, turning cold: “Donβt mention him.”
Shen Qing could see her best friend was in a bad mood. Not wanting to upset Liu Ruoxi further, she seemingly changed the subject: “Ruoxi, what would you think if I had a child for your son?”
Seeing the sly, seductive smile on Shen Qingβs face, Liu Ruoxi felt inexplicably uncomfortable. She snorted coldly and said indifferently, “Arenβt you concerned at all about Shiwenβs feelings?”
Liu Ruoxiβs mention of Zhou Shiwen was exactly what Shen Qing wanted. A flicker of complexity passed through Shen Qingβs eyes, but on the surface, she remained smiling: “Ruoxi, Wenwen might actually want me to carry Little Ranranβs child even more than I do.”
Hearing this, Liu Ruoxi rolled her eyes at Shen Qing, clearly not believing it. If her best friend were to become pregnant with Haoranβs child, wouldnβt Shiwenβs mental state be affected? And yet she claimed heβd be happy?
“This matter goes back to some time ago⦔
As she drove, Shen Qing recounted the story in detail, including Zhou Shiwenβs cuckolding fetish, Yang Haoranβs indulgence, and her own doting, which had led to the complex relationship among the three of them.
It was as if they had fallen into an abyss of lust, becoming slaves to their desires.
Upon learning that Zhou Shiwen had a cuckolding fetish, Liu Ruoxi was initially surprised, but compared to her son Haoranβs sadistic tendencies, she felt somewhat relieved.
When she further learned that Haoran had agreed to let Shiwen record and watch their intimate moments, with Shen Qingβs tacit approval, she stared at Shen Qing in disbelief:
“This is absurd, Shen Qing! Do you still have any semblance of a motherβs dignity left?”
“Ruoxi, these things arenβt entirely up to me.”
Shen Qing didnβt refute her best friendβs words. “Wenwen has these tendencies, and the relationship between me and your son was bound to come out eventually. Besides, given how I am now, what right do I have to lecture him? Itβs better to let him think his mother is just a slut.”
“Iβm sorry, I⦔
“Ruoxi, no need to apologize. In fact, Iβm quite content now, living freely and without restraints.”
Shen Qing interrupted Liu Ruoxi, who wore a guilty expression. She knew Ruoxi was about to say she shouldnβt have dragged her into this initially. Shen Qing smiled and said, “Ruoxi, you shouldnβt be bound byδΈδΏηζ‘ζ‘ζ‘ζ‘ (societal conventions). I, Wenwen, and Little Ranran donβt mind these things. Besides, when Wenwen watches, aside from feeling ashamed, I also feel an inexplicable excitement.”
“Youβre truly beyond redemption.”
Liu Ruoxi was speechless at her best friendβs lewdness.
“Ruoxi, what do you think of my earlier proposal? Should I have a child for your son?”
“Youβre trying to persuade me to keep this child, arenβt you?”
Shen Qing wasnβt surprised that Liu Ruoxi had guessed her intention. She said with a smile, “Wouldnβt it be a pity to abort it? After all, itβs a life. Besides, Little Ranran dreams of you giving him a child. Isnβt this accidental pregnancy just perfect?”
Liu Ruoxi turned to look out the car window, her expression complex, and did not respond to the question. Both were intelligent women and understood each otherβs meanings. Shen Qing had made her point without pressing further.
Shen Qing sighed inwardly, “Little Ranran, Auntie can only help you this muchβ¦β¦