During dinner, Liu Ruoxi็นๆ took out the test papers and praised her son in front of the whole family, making Yang Haoran instantly experience the joy of studying. However, she soon changed her tone and began criticizing him for certain parts, urging him to avoid arrogance and impatience and remember that the path of learning is endless.
Yang Wenfu took the papers and glanced through them briefly, confirming they were done by his sonโthe handwriting was unmistakable. While his wife was criticizing, he smiled and praised, creating a rather comical scene.
Yang Mengyao also curiously took a look. Almost every paper had a high score, especially math, which was 143 pointsโ12 points higher than what she had scored back in the day.
One could only say that when it comes to subjects like math and science, the male mind is indeed more agile than the female mind. Throughout history, most famous physicists have been men.
The family enjoyed a harmonious meal. When it was time to wash the dishes, Yang Haoran directly took over, telling his mother not to bother and that he would handle dishwashing from now on.
If he knew how to cook, Yang Haoran wouldnโt even want his mother to do that.
Seeing her sonโs insistence, Liu Ruoxi could only smile and nod. She understood her sonโs intentions, and since he was performing so well, she naturally didnโt want to discourage his enthusiasm.
After Yang Haoran returned to his room, it wasnโt long before he received a transfer of 10,000 yuan from his dad, who said it was a reward for his studies and told him not to tell his mom.
Yang Haoran could only smile wryly. He genuinely didnโt want this money from his dad and felt a pang of guilt. After thinking about it, he realized that since his dad was supporting Auntie Zhuang and his mom was giving money to Zhuang Hui every month, his dad shouldnโt have any financial issues at all.
Once he figured that out, he happily accepted the money.
Afterward, Yang Haoran chatted with Ji Youxi, Auntie He, and others for a while before diving back into his studies. He didnโt go to bed until after 1 a.m.
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The next day at school, Yang Haoran attended classes diligently. Although he had already previewed most of the material the teachers were covering, listening to their explanations helped reinforce his understanding.
After school at noon, Yang Haoran followed Wei Ming to Auntie Heโs house. After lunch, Wei Ming tactfully went back to his room to play games, leaving his mom and Haoran alone.
This time, however, Wei Ming overthought things. Yang Haoran and He Muchen just watched TV together on the sofa and chatted casually. Aside from sitting somewhat intimately, nothing else happened.
He Muchen even wanted to suggest they go to the bedroomโboth of them knew exactly what that meantโbut Yang Haoran held her hand and asked, “Did Auntie He think I came here just for that kind of thing?”
At first, He Muchen was touched, but upon further reflection, she misinterpreted his intentions, thinking the boy was no longer interested in her. She sulked for a while.
Seeing the resentment in Auntie Heโs eyes, Yang Haoran spent a good amount of time sweet-talking and explaining until he finally eased her doubts.
Yang Haoran had come today simply to spend time with Auntie He, to reassure her and prevent her from overthinking.
He knew this was a manifestation of her inner insecurity. The age gap between them didnโt just disappear because they were together. Yang Haoran was well aware that he was young enough to be her son, which inevitably made Auntie He anxious and uncertain.
Just as he was about to leave, Auntie He pulled him into the master bedroom, locked the door, and knelt before him, taking him into her mouth to pleasure him.
Yang Haoran felt both nervous and exhilarated, especially knowing that his best friend Wei Ming was waiting for him in the living room. It didnโt take long for him to release into Auntie Heโs mouth.
He made her open her mouth for inspection and took a picture. Then, he instructed her to swallow his semen. As she helped him pull up his pants, he spiritedly patted her head and said, “Auntie He, stay kneeling here. Donโt get up until Xiao Ming and I have left.”
The boyโs strange request made He Muchen feel somewhat embarrassed, but her heart now belonged entirely to this young boy. She didnโt dare refuse, afraid of upsetting him.
“Mmm… okay, Haoran. Be careful on your way,” He Muchenๅฎๅฑ gently.
She watched as the boy left the bedroom. Soon after, she heard the door close from outside. Shaking her head at the absurdity of the situation, she finally stood up.
He Muchen didnโt quite understand why she obeyed the boyโs words. Despite being much older than him, she often found herself in a submissive position during their interactions, unable to refuse any of his demands.
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On the other hand, Yang Haoran wasnโt sure whether Auntie He would follow his instructions. This was a kind of obedience test for him. If she actually complied, this beautiful mother of his best friend would essentially be trapped in his grasp.
He didnโt look back to check the resultsโa testament to his mysterious confidence, or perhaps because, in his interactions with He Muchen, he was acutely aware that he held the dominant position.
It was Auntie He who couldnโt leave him, not the other way around. It was like in a relationshipโthe one who is loved always has the upper hand.
The only thing that worried Yang Haoran was whether Auntie He would leave him in anger if she found out about all the other women in his life. This was the only thing he wasnโt sure about.
After all, a womanโs heart is difficult to decipher. When she loves you, she can love you passionately; when she stops loving you, she can walk away without a shred of attachment.
Wei Ming and Yang Haoran chatted and laughed all the way back to school. As for what his mother and his best friend Haoran had been doing in the bedroom earlier, he didnโt ask.
The afternoon classes passed in the blink of an eye. After school, Yang Haoran accompanied his girlfriend Ji Youxi on the bus and walked her to the entrance of her neighborhood.
Hesitating for a moment, Yang Haoran said to Ji Youxi, “Youxi, the videos we took yesterday are all with my mom. I canโt get them.”
“And here I thought you were hesitating about something important,” Ji Youxi said with a light smile. “Itโs fine if we donโt have them. Iโd almost forgotten about it myself.”
“Thereโs one more thing I want to discuss with you,” Yang Haoran said, his heart uneasy.
Ji Youxi smiled radiantly. “Is it about visiting your mom tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” Hearing that she had guessed, Yang Haoran nodded, then looked ashamed. “Youxi, Iโm sorry. You already know about my relationship with my mom. I canโt control her.”
Seeing Ji Youxi staring at him expressionlessly, Yang Haoran felt his scalp tingle and quickly added, “I wonโt lie to you. In private, I could make my mom listen to you, but sheโs still my mom. I donโt want to do that.”
“So, you promised me before, but now youโre going back on your word?” Ji Youxiโs beautiful eyes fixed intently on Yang Haoran.