As for Aunt Shen, Yang Haoran planned to have her stay at his house. At most, he would let her go back every few days to check on his best friend Shiwen. If Shiwen wanted to see Aunt Shen, Yang Haoran wouldnβt be completely unreasonable.
However, the Shen Qing that Zhou Shiwen would see was most likely to be presented to him as a bitch on a leash.
Even though his best friend Zhou Shiwen and Aunt Shen were the actual mother and son, in Yang Haoranβs eyes, Aunt Shen was already his pet. Bringing Aunt Shen out on a leash to meet his childhood friend Zhou Shiwen as a bitch was not to humiliate her.
Rather, it was to indirectly tell his friend that his mother no longer belonged to the category of a human being but was instead his own beautiful pet bitch, a declaration of sovereignty and an expression of masculine possessiveness.
After a few more times, Zhou Shiwen would naturally understand Yang Haoranβs meaning. Then, no matter what Shiwen thought, he would have to gradually reduce contact with Aunt Shen until he eventually forgot about her.
The reason Yang Haoran had this idea was that Zhou Shiwen had recently been probing him with suggestive remarks. Yang Haoran clearly understood the meaningβit was nothing more than wanting his help to get involved with Aunt Shen.
This was something he could not tolerate. He basically either ignored it or responded with noncommittal noises to brush it off.
Zhou Shiwen probably understood his meaning, as he stopped bothering him afterward.
However, thisεθ made Yang Haoran feel somewhat embarrassed. He mentioned this matter to Aunt Shen, and ultimately learned from her that she had already handled it. The mother and son had a heart-to-heart talk about this sensitive issue, and Aunt Shen had taken his side.
His childhood friend Zhou Shiwen did not come away empty-handed either. Aunt Shen promised him that she would find some beautiful mature women for him to be kept and played with.
Thus, the matter was settled. After Aunt Shen moved into the Yang household, the married mature women she had selected would take her place and take care of her son.
Even one of them would play the role of Zhou Shiwenβs mother, apparently surnamed Shu. Yang Haoran had seen the photos Aunt Shen providedβa quite attractive married mature woman who smiled very affably in the picture.
Although in the eyes of ordinary people, she could already be considered a beautiful mature womanβafter all, Aunt Shen wouldnβt casually pick just anyone to replace herself for her sonβcompared to Aunt Shen, herζ°θ΄¨, figure, and face were not on the same level. There was simply no comparison.
Yang Haoran learned about her background from Aunt Shen. She had previously worked in sales, was divorced and single, and had a child with congenital disabilities. This had led to her husband being unable to bear the financial pressure and choosing to leave.
However, this woman surnamed Shu had never been willing to give up on her child. Aunt Shen valued this point and selected her, promising that she could have her child treated. This led the woman to sign an agreement to replace Aunt Shen and act as the mother to his childhood friend Zhou Shiwen. As for aspects like mother-son incest and so on, Aunt Shen had informed her of everything.
No matter how absurd these terms might seem, a motherβs determination to save her child is beyond imagination.
Yang Haoran could tell at a glance that, truthfully, with money, you can easily find beautiful womenβaside from those exceptionally rareζε. The reason Aunt Shen chose her, aside from her being suitable, was probably out of pity for her.
Aunt Shen handled this matter entirely on her own. Yang Haoran sometimes reflected that although his childhood friend Zhou Shiwen was psychologically distorted, he was fortunate to be Aunt Shenβs son. Aside from Aunt Shen herself, she had basically given Shiwen everything she could.
The only benefit of this matter for Yang Haoran was that instead of having to wait until he reached adulthood for Aunt Shen to agree to be kept by him, she would move into his house after the final exams of this semester, where he would hide her away as a cherished collectible like a golden house hiding a beauty.
On the pet manor side, Aunt Shen had already contacted a construction team. Renovations were expected to begin in about half a month, which would be around the time his semester ended.
Given domestic construction speeds, if enough money is provided, the renovation and decoration could be completed in about two months.
By then, Yang Haoran planned to have all his women live there. After all, it included both a keeping area and a living area. Usually, Ji Youxi, his mother, and Aunt Shen would manage the other women on his behalf, so he wouldnβt need to worry about it.
In Yang Haoranβs mind, the pet manor was his personal rear residence, his den of debauchery.
Actually, almost all of his women now knew each other, with the exception of He Muchen, the mother of his best friend Wei Ming. However, Yang Haoran was now completely confident. Aunt Heβs heart was entirely devoted to him now, and she was extremely obedient. It was clear that she had been completely won over by his sweet talk and captivated heart and soul.
As for the lies being exposed, Yang Haoran wasnβt worried at all. He possessed various indecent photos and videos of Aunt He. After being trained, even if Aunt He discovered the truth, it would be too late by thenβshe would already be trapped in the wolfβs den, unable to extricate herself.
However, Yang Haoran felt that this scenario was unlikely to happen. Aunt He was the virtuous wife and loving mother type, very tolerant. Moreover, she had always felt that their ages were mismatched and lacked self-confidence deep down. Most likely, she would vent her anger and then, after he coaxed her a little, quietly accept it.
Womenβtheir minds are sometimes very complex, and sometimes very easy to guess. They are emotional creatures, easily deceived by sweet words. If you canβt manage it, itβs most likely because she isnβt interested in you.
Yang Haoran studied until a little past two in the morning. Yawning, he was simply too tired. He put away his test papers, turned off the light, climbed back into bed, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.
He felt that if he didnβt test as the top student in the entire school, it wouldε―ΉδΈθ΅· his efforts.
He had been forced from an academic loser into a study machine. Although Yang Haoran felt that his motherβs help had been the greatest contributing factor, wasnβt it true that even if food is brought to your mouth, you still have to open it to eat?
Therefore, since his mother belonged to him, she was equivalent to himself. So, it was allε ¨ι θͺε·±!