Yang Haoran fell silent, unsure of what to say. Should he blame Aunt Shen for making Li Hu stab him?
If it could make his mother stay with him, Yang Haoran would probably say to stab him a few more times; otherwise, he wouldnβt be able to live with his conscience.
This was just the kind of person he wasβsometimes, he didnβt take himself seriously at all. Just like Liu Ruoxi, for his sake, she wouldnβt take herself seriously either.
Mother and son shared this same trait!
Yang Haoran raised his head, his eyes bright as he looked softly at Aunt Shen and said, βAunt Shen, I want to say something sentimental, but I suddenly donβt know how to say it. What should I do?β
βHavenβt you already said it?β
βYes, Aunt Shen, this is exactly what I like about you. I really like it.β
βGiggleβ¦ Little Ranran, Auntie also likes this about you. Youβre not as reserved as Xiao Wenβyouβre so adorable. How about letting Auntie give you a kiss?β
Yang Haoran was still wondering when Aunt Shen had become so polite when his lips were suddenly sealed by soft onesβa brief, fleeting touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
βAunt Shen, do you think itβs a blessing to find someone who understands you?β Yang Haoran gazed out the window and murmured.
βLittle Ranran, do you think itβs a blessing for a woman to find a man who understands her?β
They glanced at each other and laughed.
How fortunateβyou understand me!
How fortunateβyou get me!
White clouds drifted outside the window, and Yang Haoranβs heart felt at ease. Even though his mother was still distant and cold toward him, he knew Aunt Shen had already helped him overcome the biggest obstacle.
βLittle Ranran, Ruoxi still hasnβt let her guard down yet. You should coax her more, show some softness. Then, everything you want will be yours.β
βHeheβ¦ When that time comes, Iβm going to write βPregnant Sowβ on my momβs butt.β
βWhat about Auntie?β Shen Qing blinked, looking at him with feigned curiosity.
βAunt Shen, how about I write βExpecting Sowβ on you?β
βIsnβt Auntie a bitch?β
βHeheβ¦ Itβs all the same. You and Mom are both my favorite pets.β
βWhen you decide to put Ruoxi in a dog cage, how about Auntie makes a request?β
Yang Haoran looked puzzled at the smiling Aunt Shen. βWhat request?β
βEither you put Auntie and Ruoxi in the same cage, or you put Auntie in a cage next to Ruoxiβs. How does that sound?β
Such a simple request. Yang Haoran didnβt hesitate and agreed immediately. βSure, Aunt Shen. When the time comes, Iβll let Mom rest for three days and keep both you and Mom as bitches in cages for a few days. Iβll have Aunt He cookβher cooking is delicious. Iβll bring the food to the cage for you and Mom to lick and eat.β
βThat wonβt be necessary. Wen Qian can do it. Auntie likes her cooking.β
As he indulged in the fantasy, Yang Haoran couldnβt help but feel a bit worried. He asked Aunt Shen, βBut Aunt Shen, will my mom agree to it?β
βItβs just indulging your mischief for a few days. You just have to beg her properly. Besides, hasnβt Ruoxi already been led by you like a dog before? Being kept as a dog by you for a few days shouldnβt be too difficult for her.β
βJust like Auntie doesnβt take it seriously, Ruoxi wonβt either. Little Ranran, you just focus on enjoying the pleasure of keeping dogs. If they misbehave, you can even use a whip on them~β
Watching Aunt Shen seductively stick out her tongue, Yang Haoran gulped. He really wanted to use a leather whip to teach this lustful bitch Aunt Shen a lesson.
βAunt Shen, when Iβm discharged from the hospital, Iβm going to use a leather whip to spank your big ass hard. I canβt wait to indulge myself.β
βLittle Ranran, you can be discharged tomorrow~β
βHuh???β
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In the afternoon, Liu Ruoxi returned to the hospital to take care of her son and asked her best friend, Shen Qing, to go home and rest.
Seeing that his mother was still distant and cold toward him, Yang Haoran tentatively brought up amusing stories from his childhoodβtales of a young child yearning for maternal love, drawn from real life.
Liu Ruoxi listened quietly. Even though her son didnβt specify who the child or the mother was, she knew he was recounting fragments of his own childhoodβthe parts she had missed.
Unlike before, this was from her sonβs perspective.
βSometimes he wondered why his mother couldnβt be by his side. Were adultsβ jobs really that importantβ¦?β
βHe cherished every moment he spent with his mother. Unfortunately, his mother could only spare a tiny fraction of her time each week to be with him. Yet, to him, that time was far too shortβso short that he had to replay it in his mind every night to make it feel longerβ¦β
βThe only comfort he found was that, even if he could only see his mother once a week, she would always smile, hold him,ε him, and temporarily set aside her work for himβ¦β
βHe was fortunate to have a mother who loved him, yet unfortunate to lack her presence during the years he needed maternal love the most. Still, he had no regrets, because he eventually got his mother backβ¦ though only herζ―η± (maternal love)!β
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Yang Haoranβs voice was soft as he narrated. Even after