Liu Ruoxi explained briefly before saying, “She’ll probably be back in a few days. Just wait patiently.”
Liu Ruoxi wasnโt entirely sure about her motherโs specific situation either. This wasnโt ordinary family chatter that could be casually disclosed, but based on previous years, she was likely to return around this time.
She knew her mother doted on Haoran. For instance, after just a word from her, Yang Haoran had easily been placed in the schoolโs advanced class, specifically assigned to the same class as Yaoyao.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran felt a sense of anticipation about reuniting with his grandmother. Even though she appeared stern and solemn on television and hadnโt spent much time with him, he could still recall the affection in her eyes when she looked at him.
The old saying about grandparents being especially fond of their grandchildren certainly held truth.
Thinking of his grandmother, her image surfaced in Yang Haoranโs mindโtall and poised, with short hair, a dignified and solemn expression that couldnโt conceal her beautiful face or the curvaceous, alluring figure hidden beneath her rigid administrative attire, with its full breasts and round hips…
Yang Haoran quickly shook his head, trying to dispel those improper, lustful thoughts from his mind. It was terrifying; he couldnโt take advantage of his grandmotherโs affection for him to make a move on her. If he did, his mother would never forgive him.
More importantly, his grandmotherโs high-status demeanor naturally intimidated those with wicked intentions. Her authority was palpable even without anger, and Yang Haoran had no desire to see her furious side.
Just the thought of it made his legs tremble with fear.
“What are you shaking your head for?” Liu Ruoxi asked, eyeing her son suspiciously.
Yang Haoran pretended to be excited and said, “Iโm just happy thinking about seeing Grandma… happy… heh…”
His voice grew increasingly shaky as he spoke, because it seemed his mother had sensed something, her gaze fixed intently on him.
The atmosphere grew tense. Yang Haoran wore a stiff, awkward smile, while Liu Ruoxi seemed lost in thought. After a moment of stalemate, she turned away without looking at him and left him with a pointed remark: “Your grandmother isnโt me, and she isnโt Auntie Shen. Youโd better know your limits.”
“Mom, what are you talking about? I donโt understand,” Yang Haoran said, playing dumb.
“Heh…” Liu Ruoxi let out a cold laugh with her back turned to him, sending a chill down Yang Haoranโs spine.
“Get out if you have nothing else to do. Donโt bother me; youโre annoying me.”
Yang Haoran left his motherโs room dejectedly. Thankfully, she hadnโt exposed his filthy thoughts, sparing him some dignity and avoiding an outright confrontation.
It also made him realize what she must think of him. At least she didnโt know yet that he had already made a move on Yaoyao.
Feeling secretly relieved, Yang Haoran returned to his room. With nothing better to do, he played a few rounds of games but ended up losing three matches in a row due to what felt like system punishment. Enraged, he shut off the computer immediately.
Not fun at all… What a crap game!
Yang Haoran didnโt realize that his mindset had changed. In the past, he had been obsessed with gaming, capable of pulling off all sorts of slick moves. But now, games had lost their appeal to him. Subconsciously, he neglected them, treating them as casual distractions, and no longer cared much about winning or losing.
It wasnโt until he lost three matches in a row that he felt slightly frustrated and quit on the spot. After all, games were nowhere near as fun as women.
Yang Haoran lay on his bed and chatted with Ji Youxi to nurture their connection, casually asking where she had gone during the National Day holiday and whether she was free the next day.
To his disappointment, Ji Youxi had gone on a trip with her mother and was currently in Tibet enjoying the natural scenery. She even sent him a few photos of the landscape she had taken.
During National Day, tourist spots were indeed crowded. After finishing his chat with Ji Youxi, Yang Haoran reached out to Auntie Shen. Auntie Shen was a homebody; holidays and days off made no difference to her.
After exchanging some sweet nothings with Auntie Shen, Yang Haoran got to the point: he planned to visit her place the next day. His intentions were obvious.
Shen Qing: “Sorry, little Haoran~ Auntie isnโt free tomorrow.”
Seeing Auntie Shenโs message, Yang Haoran was taken aback. Had she gone traveling too?
Shen Qing: “Wenwen is bringing his girlfriend over tomorrow afternoon. Auntie has to host them at home, so it wonโt be convenient.”
After reading Auntie Shenโs explanation, Yang Haoran understood. She had legitimate business to attend to.
His childhood friend Zhou Shiwenโs girlfriend was Wen Ting, Yaoyaoโs deskmate in class. She was a quiet, petite girl who kept to herself and didnโt stand out much.
It might also have been because her deskmate, Yang Mengyao, attracted too much attention, leaving Wen Ting like a green leaf overshadowed by a vibrant flower.
Yang Haoran had never interacted with Wen Ting before. Even when they crossed paths, it was only a nod of acknowledgment between classmates. In his impression, Wen Tingโs personality was as quiet and gentle as her name suggested. He just didnโt know whether Auntie Shen would approve of her.
Later, Shen Qing casually asked Yang Haoran about Wen Tingโs behavior in class, his impressions of her, her academic performance, personality, figure, appearance, and so on.
Since the two were going to meet the next day anyway, Yang Haoran took the opportunity to share what he knew with Auntie Shen.
After wrapping up that topic, just as Yang Haoran thought the conversation was over, Auntie Shen sent another message.
Shen Qing: “Little Haoran, if youโre feeling lonely and cold tonight (playful wink), should Auntie share a newly released film with you? Donโt jerk off too much, though~”
Reading the thinly veiled temptation in Auntie Shenโs words, Yang Haoran sensed there was more to it. He decisively replied, “Yes! I need to critically evaluate the acting skills of todayโs actresses. By the way, Auntie, what genre is it?”
Although Yang Haoran felt the film Auntie Shen mentioned wasnโt straightforward, he couldnโt quite guess what it was without any clues.
Shen Qing: “Itโs a gangbang, training, and bitch series. I bet youโll love it, little Haoran.”
Seeing that string of tags, Yang Haoranโs interest was definitely piqued. After waiting a few minutes, Auntie Shen sent a video file, 3.6 GB in size, which required a password to unlock.
Yang Haoran entered the password Auntie Shen provided, but it prompted him for authorization. The process was quite troublesome, with strong emphasis on confidentiality. After dealing with all the hassles, a download prompt finally appeared.
After seven or eight minutes, the download finally finished. After all that effort, Yang Haoranโs anticipation had grown increasingly intense, as if an itch had been tickled without relief. Eagerly, he clicked to play the video.
“Hello there~ Makka Pakka… Makka Pakka~ Akka… Wakka… Mikka… Makka…”
Hearing the all-too-familiar background music, the screen showed several dolls dancing on a grassy field, accompanied by the whimsical้ ้ณ. Yang Haoranโs expression instantly froze…
In the Night Garden…!
Iโve already taken my pants off, and this is what you show me?!
Yang Haoran gritted his teeth in frustration. If it hadnโt been for the overly complicated process, he might not have minded as much. But packaging an In the Night Garden video with procedures more tedious than life itself, misleading him into thinking it was some highly confidential video, created an enormous psychological letdown.
Yang Haoran immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Auntie Shen in a rage, accompanied by a่ดจ้ฎ: “This is what you called a gangbang… training… bitch series?!”
Perhaps because of their close relationship, Yang Haoran wasnโt truly angryโmore amused and exasperated at being tricked.
But that didnโt stop him from expressing extreme fury in his text. He even added an enraged emoji.
Shen Qing: “Oops… sorry, hubby~ Auntie was careless and sent the wrong video. Sorry (pitifully crying) (crying tears)”
Shen Qing: “(meme bowing in apology)”
Soon, Auntie Shen sent another video file, 2.3 GB this time. Yang Haoran clicked on it, and a password prompt popped up. He entered the password with a calm heart, expecting to need authorization again, but to his surprise, the download prompt appeared directly after entering the password.
The process was much simpler than the previous cumbersome steps, which gave Yang Haoran a slight pause and rekindled his anticipation.
He knew this was the film Auntie Shen had mentioned. Although she enjoyed joking with him, she usually knew her limits.