Upon hearing this, Yang Haoran knew his mother still had her doubts. Whether to confess or notโnow that they were speaking in private, it seemed like an extremely good opportunity.
However, he couldnโt predict whether his mother would still be this easy to talk to if she really found out the truth.
He didnโt dare take that risk. His mother was too important to him. Even the slightest possibility of an accident, Yang Haoran had to snuff it out.
โNo, Mom, really, there isnโt. If there were, Iโd tell you right now. You could just give me a beating, and that would be that.โ
After a moment of internal deliberation, Yang Haoran decided to stick to his original plan.
After he finished speaking, Yang Haoran saw his motherโs expression soften and felt a wave of relief.
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A short while later, after leaving his motherโs bedroom, Yang Haoran realized his back was soaked with sweat without him noticing. When his mother was serious, her presence was too intense; it seemed if he slipped up even slightly and revealed his tail, he would face judgment.
Moreover, his mother was not as easy to fool as he had imagined. Even after his repeated explanations, he couldnโt gain her trust. She continued to interrogate him for a while. In the end, he resorted to groping and kissing her until she grew annoyed by his fondling and kicked him out.
Unbeknownst to Yang Haoran, after he left, Liu Ruoxiโs previously flustered and angry expression instantly darkened. Under the bright light, her stunning face was clouded with uncertainty, and her full, prominent breasts rose and fell slightly.
Finally, she stroked her stomach and gradually calmed herself down.
Yet, her brows remained deeply furrowed, like a beauty weighed down by sorrow, evoking a sense of pity.
She knew that if certain things had truly happened, it was already too late to stop them now. Her close friend Shen Qing seemed to know something but appeared to be helping him hide itโor perhaps not entirely, only hinting at it without going into detail.
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Another morning arrived.
The curtains by the window swayed gently in the mild breeze.
Yang Haoran drew back the curtains. The early morning sun was always gentle, brushing over his่ฝฎๅป and making him squint slightly.
He glanced at the time; it was just past 8:10.
Downstairs, his father was about to leave for work with his briefcase. Seeing him, his father smiled and told him to hurry and eat breakfast so he wouldnโt be late for school.
At the dining table, Yao Yao was wiping her mouth, and his mother seemed to have just sat down to eat breakfast after being busy until now.
โYour Majesty, why didnโt you call me?โ
Yang Haoran plopped down on the seat next to his mother and said with a grin.
Every morning he could see his mother, he felt an extraordinary warmth in his heart.
โDonโt study so late from now on. Go to bed earlier.โ
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her beaming son and spoke up.
Yang Haoran was taken aback for a moment, then smiled understandingly and picked up his portion of breakfast from the table to eat.
He had indeed studied until after 2 a.m. last night. He hadnโt expected his mother to know. It seemed she had come to check on him last night, but why hadnโt he noticed?
Perhaps he had been too focused on studying. Yang Haoran thought about it but didnโt dwell on it.
After breakfast, Yao Yao had been waiting for him for a while.
After watching the siblings leave for school, Liu Ruoxi tidied up a bit. After a moment, she gathered the things she needed, got into her car, and drove toward a hospital.
Today, she was going to the hospital for a check-up on the fetusโs development. Although her system could scan her body, it only showed she was pregnant without providing detailed information.
Especially since she was carrying her own sonโs child, from a medical perspective, she couldnโt afford not to pay extra attention.
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Unaware that his mother had secretly gone for a check-up, Yang Haoran arrived at his class. Under the desk, he stealthily held Ji Youxiโs small hand, caressing her snow-white, smooth skin.
Although the classroom was crowded and it was unlikely anyone would notice his subtle movements, after letting him fondle her for two or three minutes, Ji Youxi still slapped his hand away.
Just as Yang Haoran regretfully withdrew his hand, he heard a lewd, snickering laugh behind him.
Turning around, he saw Wei Ming winking at him, clearly having noticed his actions and been secretly watching all along.
โWhen did you get here?โ
Yang Haoran wasnโt embarrassed but rather curious. He remembered the seat behind him had been empty just moments ago.
Wei Ming pointed toward the classroomโs back door. Yang Haoran understood and laughed, โWhy are you here so early today?โ
Wei Ming looked somewhat resigned and leaned in to whisper in his ear, โMy mom forced me to come. She wants you to stop by my house at noon.โ
Before Yang Haoran could respond, he heard his best friend Wei Ming complain, โWhat difference does it make whether I come early or late? Itโs not like youโre going anywhere. My momโs soul has been completely captivated by you, Haozi.โ
This left Yang Haoran at a loss for words. He chuckled and flashed a smile that all men understand. โXiao Mingzi, your mom has tasted the nectar and now craves more. In my words, sheโs just horny.โ
Since class was about to start and some classmates were still moving around to take their seats, Wei Ming couldnโt say too much. He glared at Haozi. This damn rat had gotten the advantage and was now acting coy. His own mother had given herself to him, yet he still had to insult her.
Remembering the lewd state heโd witnessed of the class goddess, Xiao Shaowan, on the rooftop, Wei Ming couldnโt help but feel a twinge of bitterness. He cursed Haozi silently in his heart.
After Wei Ming came clean with He Muchen, the rift between them was resolved, and the mother and son hardly avoided topics related to Yang Haoran.
In fact, it was only when He Muchen wore the dazzling gold necklace, radiant and enchanting, that Wei Ming realized it was a gift his best friend Haozi had given his mother.
His motherโs full, rounded breasts, her curvaceous buttocks, and her captivating figureโevery time they talked about his best friend Haozi, her beautiful face would unconsciously break into a smile.
Wei Ming rarely saw his mother smile so brilliantly. Even if he didnโt fully understand, he could see that her smile was tinged with a womanโs happiness, and her beautiful eyes seemed to reflect the shadow of a certain someone.
This made Wei Ming unavoidably jealous. This should have been his, but his best friend Haozi had taken it away.
Unlike before, this feeling now stemmed more from a manโs envy, jealousy, and resentment.
The voluptuous mother he saw every day, so close yet so far out of reachโher enticing, towering breasts that made his mouth water could be stripped bare and freely kneaded by his best friend Haozi. Her round, seductive buttocks swayed before his eyes daily, yet he couldnโt touch them. Instead, whenever Haozi came over, he could wantonly play with his motherโs plump rear. And the flower path he so yearned for, whose true appearance he had never seen, had likely been penetrated by Haozi countless timesโฆ
How could he not be jealous? It was only human nature!
Yang Haoran didnโt know Wei Ming was silently cursing him. If he had known, he would likely have found it both amusing and frustrating. He Muchen was just Xiao Mingziโs mother. In his heart, she wasnโt indispensable; more than anything, he saw her as a plaything.
He wasnโt short on beautiful mature women. Whether it was his homeroom teacher Gu Qingying or his girlfriend Ji Youxiโs mother Hao Lei, both were unattainable stunners in the eyes of ordinary peopleโnoble, charming, and graceful. Just being able to kiss them would leave one feeling honored.
Yet he felt calm and detached about it. Whether compared to his celestial mother or the exquisitely alluring Aunt Shen, they both fell slightly short.
Everything fears comparison. When you have something better, you can view the slightly inferior with greater equanimity.
Of course, Yang Haoran had no intention of letting go of his best friendโs beautiful mother. After all, Aunt He was quite beautiful, both in face and figure, wasnโt she?
Time flowed like sand, slipping slowly through oneโs fingers. In the blink of an eye, it was time for the third-period P.E. class.
After assembling on the field, the P.E. teacher had the entire class run three laps around the school track, thus fulfilling his duty as a P.E. teacher.
As they ran, the gentle breeze brushed against Yang Haoranโs face, and occasionally his girlfriend Ji Youxiโs drifting hair would sweep past his ears and nose. The faint fragrance of her hair filled his heart and mind, stirring his desires.
As for running three laps, given his current level of fitness, it was a piece of cakeโas easy as sprinkling water.