Yang Haoranβs heavy breathing was clearly audible, but it was nothing compared to the river of sorrow flowing backward in his heart. This timeβ¦ Mom was truly angryβ¦ the kind that couldnβt be coaxed awayβ¦ What should he doβ¦
She hadnβt held back at all when she struck him. Just moments ago, he genuinely thought Mom was going to strangle him to death!
In the quiet hallway, only his rapid breaths remained, along with Yang Haoranβs utterly devastated expression.
Just two days ago, he could still lead his mother, completely naked, by his feet. He sat on the sofa like a lord while she serviced him with her mouth and tongue, and he paraded her around the couch like a sex slave and bitch, spouting rules of the BDSM world, shamelessly humiliating and trampling on her dignity and self-respect. It had been so pleasurable.
But now the tables had turned. He was like an unarmed weakling, easily taken down by Mom with just one hand. The difference in treatment was simply too vast.
Letting his mind go blank, Yang Haoran understood: unless Mom actively agreed to play BDSM games with him, he would be the one being led around on a leash.
“What should I do⦔
Yang Haoran pushed aside the chaotic thoughts in his head and began to ponder. If he didnβt coax Mom into a better mood, not only would BDSM games be out of the question, but even fucking her would be a distant dream.
Mom had always kept her promises. She said she would play BDSM games with him, and she always found ways to send Dad and Yaoyao away so they could play at home. Although she sometimes disputed his commands, she basically obeyed them, staying true to her word!
It was the same during the incident at the estate. He had gotten carried away and, despite Momβs warning, brought up Dad, touching a bottom line he shouldnβt have. He had faced the consequences for it.
After turning it over in his mind, Yang Haoran couldnβt help but feel regret. It turned out he was the one who had never followed the rules, all while preaching about them. His hypocrisy disgusted even himself.
You idiot⦠dumbass⦠you deserve this⦠After a wave of self-mockery, Yang Haoran began to reflect.
Making mistakes wasnβtε―ζ; what mattered was learning to reflect. Life was a bumpy road, and no one was right all their life!
After reflection, the cool floor cleared Yang Haoranβs thoughts even further. How to win her back became the current challenge. Momβs guilt toward Dad should have lessened after he revealed Dadβs affair, but given Momβs nature, it undoubtedly still lingered.
This was a potentialηͺη ΄ε£. Yang Haoran already had a method in mind, but it wasnβt enough. He pondered: Dad had taken the initiative to tell him about the affair out of trust in him, his son. Yet, despite promising Dad, he had still told Mom. Going back on his word like thatβMom must have been deeply disappointed in him.
If he could do it over, the Yang Haoran of this moment would rather kneel in apology for as long as it took than make such a mutually destructive decision.
Time could not flow backward, just like regrets in life. Once missed, they were missed forever, with no way to make up for them.
But Liu Ruoxi was Yang Haoranβs mother. Yang Haoran felt that, given Momβs nature, as long as she saw his sincere repentance, it ultimately wouldnβt be like those irreparable human regrets.
The night was long. The growth of a young manβs heart would make him stronger, allowing him to calmly face lifeβs hardships and challenges, determined to cut through thorns and brambles, and forge a broad, smooth path ahead.
Outside the door of Yang Wenfuβs room on the first floor, the hazy moonlight streaming through the window illuminated a figure kneeling relentlessly. As moonlight flowed along the river of time, it left only the unwavering silhouette of the youth.
It seemed both interminable and fleeting in the blink of an eye. When dawn arrived, sunlight replaced the moonlight, keeping company with the youth who had knelt all night, as if standing watch.
The light traced the contours of the youthβs face. His skin was fair, his bold, dashing eyebrows slanted sharply, and his long, narrow eyes held a sharp, penetrating darkness. His thin lips were pressed together lightly, and his well-defined features gave him a clear-eyed, handsome appearance with rosy lips and white teeth. Yet the determination on his face added a touch of resolute fortitude to his looks, like an unshakable soldier or a devout believer facing his faith, kneeling without end.
His handsome face was marked by bloodshot eyes. His body trembled occasionally, his lips were tightly pressed, and the dark circles under his eyes were prominent. His eyelids trembled, falling countless times only to rise again, evoking a sense of facing death unflinchingly. His kneeling posture seemed like an act of atonement.
The prolonged kneeling had impeded blood flow in Yang Haoranβs legs, leaving them numb and almost senseless. The room he faced was empty and devoid of people, making it seem pointless, yet this was also part of his indirect strategy for redemption.
Begging for Momβs forgiveness directly now was simply wishful thinking. Unlike before, the look in Momβs eyes last night had been filled with disgust, and her disappointment had been vividly clear.
He was kneeling before a door, apologizing to Dad, but his target was Mom. His kneeling wasnβt foolish; it was meant to show Mom his repentant attitude.
Repentance needed a form of expression to make others believe in you, whether it was a performance or genuine sincerity.
The current Yang Haoran was truly sincere. He felt guilty toward Dad, yet for some reason, he couldnβt apologize to him directly.
The light shifted gently onto Yang Haoranβs hair. It was already past noon. Though he couldnβt see the exact time, he could guess it was at least between 11 a.m. and 12 p.m. Even though Yang Haoran was mentally exhausted and longed to collapse into sleep, he couldnβt help but wonder. Normally, Mom would have gotten up around 7 a.m. Had she woken up and stayed in her room all this time, or was she still asleep?
Yang Haoran couldnβt figure it out. His mental exhaustion made his thoughts as slow as a snailβs. Rather than dwelling on other things, he truly yearned to fall asleep right there, but he persevered.
This was perseverance, and it was also an attitude!
Kneeling for ten hours straight wasnβt something just anyone could do without inner resolve. Most people would find kneeling for even a short while physically torturous, let alone ten hours of dual mental and physical torment.
What intensified Yang Haoranβs agony was not knowing when Mom would wake up or whether she would even come downstairs today. Would she not even eat?
After a long wait, the time reached around 1 p.m. Her pregnancy had made Liu Ruoxi more prone to sleepiness, and coupled with not having rested well recently, she didnβt wake up until around 12 p.m. After waking, she lay in a daze for a while before finally exchanging for an item from the system shop.
Pregnancy Tonic: Eliminates the negative effects of pregnancy without affecting fetal development or sexual activity. Price: 35 points!
Exchanging for this item left Liu Ruoxiβs points in the single digits, nearly depleted.
After taking the tonic and spending a little more time in her room, Liu Ruoxi finished washing up and first went to Yang Haoranβs room for a look. Finding it empty, she frowned.
She went downstairs and didnβt see him in the living room either. After looking around, she found her son kneeling outside her husband Yang Wenfuβs door.
Liu Ruoxi walked over with a furrowed brow and asked, βWhat are you doing kneeling here?β
Hearing footsteps in the living room, Yang Haoranβs spirits lifted. When Mom came over and asked, he kept his head down and replied in a low voice, βIβve wronged Dad. Iβm apologizing to him. You donβt need to bother with it.β
βOh~ True, you certainly have wronged your dad. Then keep kneeling.β At first, Liu Ruoxi thought it was another of her sonβs tricks. She casually acknowledged and was about to leave when, after a few steps, she remembered something. She turned back and walked over. βLift your head and let me see.β