βYou rascal, congratulations!β
Yang Haoran patted his shoulder, happy that his best friend had finally won the beauty.
All three brothers had finally escaped their miserable single livesβwait, no, it seemed he still didnβt have a girlfriend?
Yang Haoranβs smiling face stiffened. Xiao Shaowan certainly didnβt count as a proper girlfriend, and his crush, Ji Youxi, hadnβt been seen for quite some time. He missed her strangely.
βItβs all thanks to you, Haoran. Without your encouragement, I might never have reached this day.β
Wei Ming knew full well that he was usually just a gaming nerd. Without external intervention to bring about change, his chances of successfully pursuing Han Lili were infinitely close to zero.
βUghβ¦ Little Ming, youβre being too modest. I just made the connection; I didnβt really help much. Your success is all thanks to your own efforts. I dare not take credit.β
βHaoran, you canβt say thatβ¦β
βStop, stop, stop. Whatβs our relationship? No need to say more. This is a happy occasion, and thatβs what matters.β Yang Haoran quickly interrupted Wei Ming, changing the subject. βLet me play something for you. Double happiness.β
Yang Haoranβs words left Wei Ming somewhat puzzled. Watching as Haoran took out his phone and mysteriously pressed it to his ear, Wei Ming soon heard a familiar and seductive voice:
βMaster!β
Hearing it the first time, Wei Ming felt it was a bit strange; the voice seemed familiar, as if heβd heard it somewhere before.
On the second loop, his motherβs appearance instantly surfaced in his mind. His face changed slightly, and for a moment, it was as if a spice bottle had been knocked overβhis emotions were in turmoil.
This was a recording. Who on earth was his mother calling βMasterβ? Naturally, no further explanation was needed. Wei Ming never expected that his best friend Haoran had actually succeeded according to their plan.
But thatβs my mother. Wei Ming couldnβt help but feel a pang of bitterness and a faint ache in his heart. Forcing a smile, he said, βHaoran, congratulations.β
Yang Haoran, having acted for many years, saw right through Little Mingβs awkward, almost tearful, not-quite-a-smile expression. After a momentβs thought, he said to Wei Ming, βLittle Ming, weβre like family. Whatever you want to say, just say it. Donβt let it hurt our friendship.β
At these words, Wei Mingβs expression became even more strained. His face bitter, he moved his lips as if to speak but found himself unable to open his mouth.
Yang Haoran knew what he wanted to say. He sighed and said, βLittle Ming, thereβs no turning back now. Whether youβre willing or Iβm willing, the result can only proceed according to the plan. Think about that bastard Liβis he worthy of your mother?β
And are you? Wei Ming bitterlyε槽ed in his heart. In his mind, he was the only one worthy of his mother. Now, forced to hand her over, he felt deeply upset.
Wei Ming had done mental preparation, but when things really reached this point, he found it truly unbearable, as if a part of his heart had been gouged out, leaving a constant, dull ache.
People often make impulsive decisions they later regret, and when the results come, they often find them hard to accept.
The human heart is complex and ever-changing, but the heart is still the heart!
At this point, Yang Haoran couldnβt possibly give up the prize he had won. He took a cigarette from the pack on the table, lit it, and handed one to Wei Ming. The atmosphere between the two gradually eased as they smoked.
Wei Mingβs pent-up frustration slowly dissipated with the smoke. Scenes of him and his mother relying on each other flashed through his mind, leaving him with a sense of loss. His eyes complex, he looked at Haoran and said slowly, βDo you think if that incident hadnβt happened, I could have made my mother my woman now?β
He knew the answer but wanted to hear it from Haoranβs mouth, to dissolve the remnants of that drowned dream.
Yang Haoran pondered for a moment, took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled, and said, βBasically impossible. Aunt He could choose that bastard Li, she could choose me, but Little Ming, you are the one person she could never accept.β
Everyone has their selfish desires, and Yang Haoran was no exception. The hope of Wei Ming obtaining his mother, He Muchen, was indeed slim.
For two reasons: even if Wei Ming could trample the taboo of mother-son incest, He Muchen might not be able to cross that psychological barrier.
Besides, now that his best friendβs mother was, not to say completely infatuated with him, but at least had feelings for him, how could he be willing to let go?
βI understand.β Wei Ming stubbed out his cigarette butt, then lit another one, exhaling a wisp of smoke. βHaoran, Iβll consider it as you taking my place. Treat my mother well.β
Yang Haoran didnβt want to deceive Wei Ming. Aunt He was, to him, a beautiful plaything. When he trained Aunt He, he couldnβt possibly go easy. She was, after all, a beautiful mature woman, and playing with her offered a unique flavor. But in other aspects, he could promise Wei Ming.
Seeing Haoran nod, Wei Ming spoke one sentence, Yang Haoran replied another, and the two chatted about other matters. The AFK Darius on the screen was completely forgotten.
…
After Wei Ming left for school, Yang Haoran spent the entire afternoon with Aunt He. Unusually, he didnβt get handsy, behaving properly, which surprised He Muchen. Yang Haoran smiled and explained that wanting to be with her wasnβt just for that kind of thing.
Just as He Muchen was moved, Yang Haoran spoiled the mood by adding that without that kind of thing, it absolutely wouldnβt do, making He Muchen laugh despite herself.
After some playful fighting, He Muchen put on the gold necklace Yang Haoran had given her and asked him to take some casual photos of her. But as they continued, fewer and fewer clothes were worn, and it turned into a photo shoot for aεηι (photobook).
At Yang Haoranβs request, He Muchen was forced to change into various types of lingerie, striking suggestive poses in the bedroom, living room, balcony, bathroom, and other places for explicit photos. At first, it was Yang Haoranβs insistence, but later, He Muchen became the one who got into it first, becoming addicted to the shoot. Yang Haoran had no choice but to become a tool for her.
He Muchen was beautiful and enchanting, with a great figure. The years had endowed her with a charm that young girls lacked. The photos turned out exceptionally alluring from every angleβnot because Yang Haoranβs photography skills were superb, but because a beautiful woman casually striking a pose held a seductive power that an ordinary woman contorting herself into various positions could never match.
Some people can create a classic with a single glance back and a smile; others can scare away a million troops with a glance back and a smile.
Youβd have nightmares at night, like a sleep paralysis demon. But regarding He Muchenβs explicit photos, Yang Haoran could only comment: I hope I donβt have a wet dream in the morning.
After the shoot, Yang Haoran received his βrewardββthe beautyβs service, blissful union, ecstasy like immortality.
By the time Yang Haoran returned home, it was getting late. The sunsetβs afterglow on the horizon was gradually replaced by twilight. Arriving home, he found his mother cooking in the kitchen. With ulterior motives, he went over and struck up an awkward conversation, unintentionally learning a piece of news from his motherβs mouth.
Dadβs company was working overtime tonight, so he wouldnβt be coming home.
βMom, is there no justice anymore?β
Yang Haoran pretended to be filled with indignation, but inwardly he was secretly delighted. Dad, overtime is your lie. Youβre probably enjoying a tender haven over at Zhuang Huiβs place.
Liu Ruoxi shot her son a glare, her tone unfriendly. βYou seem happy about it?β
How could he let that stand? Yang Haoran quickly shook his head. βNo, I just think Dad is too inconsiderate of the family. How can overtime be more important than Mom? If it were me, Iβd rather quit than come back to keep Mom company.β
Liu Ruoxi was immune to her sonβs smooth talk. She snorted coldly. βI told you to stay home today. Where did you run off to again?β