After homeroom teacher Gu Qingying finished speaking, she scanned the classroom and noticed Yang Haoran lowering his head, clearly not paying attention. With her extensive experience, she immediately guessed he was playing with his phone.
In the past, Gu Qingying would never have tolerated such a breach of discipline. However, now, after a brief glance, she pretended not to notice. She sat at the teacher’s podium, surveying the class with a deliberate blind eye.
With the homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying, presiding over the classroom, the only sounds were the flashes of lightning and the furious howls of the storm outside mingled with the heavy rain. Most students inside were studying on their own. A few occasionally whispered to each other, but none dared to speak too loudly.
Yang Haoran was checking on his mother’s situation. After confirming she had arrived safely at the company, he thought of the school’s notice and sent a message: “Your Majesty Mother, your humble servant did suggest asking for leave. The school has self-study in the morning and is off in the afternoon! Came all this way for nothing (sigh).”
His words clearly carried a tone of blame. Yang Haoran could already imagine his mother’s angry expression on the other end, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
Her Majesty Mother: “Stay put in the classroom. I’ll pick you up at noon when school ends. Don’t run off, understand?”
Yang Haoran had saved Liu Ruoxi’s contact as ‘Her Majesty Mother.’ Yet now, seeing his mother’s habitually lecturing tone, which silently conveyed concern, left Yang Haoran with a complex, indescribable feeling.
Yang Haoran: “It’s pouring rain outside. It might not even stop by noon. Mom, you don’t need to come. I’ll go back to the dorm to sleep in the afternoon… pure bliss.”
Her Majesty Mother: “…”
Seeing his mother’s reply, Yang Haoran felt instantly satisfied. Just as he was about to exit the chatηι’, a new message popped up.
Her Majesty Mother: “I will come to pick you and Yaoyao up if the rain lightens. And next time, just be direct if you’re concerned about me. You’re so straightforward when you’re doing that kind of thing, how come you become all tongue-tied when it comes to speaking?”
Yang Haoran: “Hmph, aren’t you the same, Mom? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to drive in such a heavy storm? Hopeless, you woman. If I married you and brought you home, you wouldn’t even know to run back home on a rainy day.”
Her Majesty Mother: “Is your skin itching for a beating?”
Yang Haoran could vividly picture his mother’s furious expression on the other end. He chuckled and typed a reply: “My lower part is itching, Your Majesty Mother. When we go home tonight, are you planning to use the mouth up top or the mouth down below to help your humble servant relieve the itch?”
Seeing that his mother hadn’t replied after a moment, Yang Haoran, still not satisfiedβas he had never flirted so brazenly with his mother beforeβcontinued to pester her: “Aunt Shen, that slutty bitch, told me you’re her bitch best friend. She pushed you onto me, wanting me to take care of your… business. She charges eight hundred a night. How much do you charge per night?” (For details, refer to Chapter 35)
Yang Haoran clearly remembered how everything started with Aunt Shen. Back then, Aunt Shen had pretended to be a prostitute, claiming sheβd lost a bet with her sister, deceiving his young and ignorant self.
He was full of youthful vigor and couldn’t resist theη«ηθ―±δΊΊ (fiery and seductive) body in the erotic photos Aunt Shen sent. Without even seeing her face, he had bid all the way up to one hundred thousand, just for one night of passion.
From the erotic photos in the USB drive Aunt Shen had given him, Yang Haoran later discovered that the so-called ‘sister’ was actually his mother.
…
Meanwhile, in a spacious, luxurious office, Liu Ruoxi was reviewing a company document handed to her by her secretary. It was a project plan with detailed annotations outlining specific proposals.
“President Liu, does it still need revisions?” The beautiful secretary, dressed in a black blazer and a form-fitting pencil skirt, her lovely legs sheathed in flesh-toned stockings, asked cautiously.
She remembered this had already been sent back three times. Although President Liu was extremely generous with employee benefits, her usual demands were stringent. She maintained an unsmiling, icy demeanor in the company, making employees both respect and fear her.
Even the secretary, who had been with her for years and was quite beautiful herself, felt somewhat intimidated by her powerful aura. She handled every task with extreme care, but she held no resentment; instead, she deeply admired President Liu.
In her eyes, President Liu was the soul of the company. Her stunning face, powerful aura, and icy demeanor were like those of an aloof queen surveying her domain, inherently noble, evoking an involuntary sense of admiration.
Suddenly, a WeChat notification sound came from the computer screen on the desk. The beautiful secretary instinctively glanced over and was astonished to see President Liu simultaneously raise her slender, snow-white neck. Her coldly elegant and aloof, exquisitely beautiful face turned towards the beeping WeChat icon, and a faint blushζηΆ spread across her coolly beautiful features.
Her ethereal, ice-queen complexion seemed to melt instantly. Her exquisitely beautiful face bloomed like thousands of pear and crabapple flowers, indescribably gorgeous.
The secretary standing nearby could hardly believe her eyes. Having worked for President Liu for years, this was the first time she had ever seen her coldly elegant boss… blush.
“No need for further changes. This will do.” Liu Ruoxi, noticing the secretary’s presence, handed the document back. Her cool voice seemed no different from usual.
The beautiful secretary’s mind raced with wild guesses. Who had sent President Liu a message?
Why was President Liu blushing?
In a daze, she accepted the file. It took her a good two seconds to snap back to reality. Holding the documents, she absentmindedlyιεΊ the office, her mind still spinning with conjectures…
Once the secretary left, Liu Ruoxi thought of the message her son had sent and couldn’t suppress the rising embarrassment. That Shen Qing really is something else. Back then, I asked her to use erotic photos to lure my son, but she ended up pretending to be a prostitute and even brought me into it. It’s utterly mortifying.
She opened the WeChat message. As expected, her son had sent new messages meant to humiliate her.
“No reply? Playing hard to get? If you’re a whore selling yourself, then sell yourself. Hurry up and name your price!”
Liu Ruoxi knew her son wasε¬δΏ (urging) her to play along. After a moment’s hesitation, as if guided by a ghost, she sent a reply.
…
After Yang Haoran sent his message, he waited over ten seconds. Seeing no reply from his mother, he felt a instant pang of disappointment. Then again, he thought, given Mom’s personality, she’s not like Aunt Shen. Why would she play along with these little games?
He had just tucked his phone back into his pocket when a vibration transmitted from his thigh. Yang Haoran pulled it out to look and suddenly grew excited.
Her Majesty Mother: “I’m more expensive than her!”
Yang Haoran: “How much more? As long as it feels good fucking you, money isn’t a problem.”
Her Majesty Mother: “300,000!”
Seeing his mother’s quoted price, Yang Haoran was momentarily stunned. Mom, you really are relentless, trying to drain my little treasury. Yet, her current cooperation filled him with uncontrollable excitement, and he typed rapidly.
Yang Haoran: “300,000 is way too exaggerated! Your best friend only charges 800. Is your pussy lined with gold?”
Her Majesty Mother: “Hmph… if you can’t afford it, stop pretending to be a big shot with a large wolf’s tail!”