“You have feelings for him, Wannu.”
After they parted ways with the others and reached a less crowded area, Yang Haoran’s voice reached Xiao Shaowan’s ears.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Shaowan fell silent for a few seconds before speaking slowly, “I used to.”
Her cool voice carried a trace of indifference.
Yang Haoran understood her meaning and did not press further.
“Do you know what I meant earlier?”
“I guessed some of itβ¦ but I wasn’t sure.” Xiao Shaowan knew he was referring to what had just happened.
Yang Haoran suddenly stopped walking and looked at Xiao Shaowan.
Their gazes met. Yang Haoran’s eyes conveyed a domineering sense of aggression, while Xiao Shaowan’s crystal-clear pupils clearly reflected Yang Haoran’s handsome face, which now appeared somewhat cold and ruthless.
Yang Haoran said in an icy tone, “I do not have a cuckolding fetish, Wannu. Do you understand me?”
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Facing this side of Yang Haoran, Xiao Shaowan knew what to do. Her eyebrows trembled slightly as she lowered her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes, signaling her submission.
“Master, Wannu understands.” Her usually cool voice now sounded incredibly fragile.
If the situation had allowed it, she would have preferred to kneel at his feet to declare her stance.
“Mm.”
“What should I do then?” After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Shaowan, unsure of the boundaries, decided to ask Yang Haoran directly to avoid unintentionally angering him in the future.
“Maintain your status in Xu Liang’s heart. It’s best if he sees you as his goddess. That way, it’ll be even more exciting for me when I fuck you. Understand?”
“Mm.” Xiao Shaowan nodded to show she understood, while continuing to listen attentively to Yang Haoran’s words. She knew there was more to come, and these were the boundaries she would need to mindful of going forward.
As they walked, Yang Haoran continued instructing her, “I provoked him today. He might try to pursue you actively from now on. Just play hard to getβbe sometimes cold, sometimes warm. The bottom line is simple: don’t even let him touch your hand. Let him see you but never reach you.”
“Also, when I fuck you in the future, do you know what you should proactively say?”
“Mm.”
Xiao Shaowan understood Yang Haoran’s meaning. Though somewhat embarrassed, she still said it: “I will proactively report to Master the process of Xu Liang pursuing me, to heighten Master’s excitement!”
“Right, heighten the excitement. Wan’er is so cultured, putting my thoughts into words perfectly. Very good.” Yang Haoran was very satisfied.
Xu Liang had been reduced to a prop for their excitement. At this moment, Xu Liang, who had returned to the classroom to study, was burning with fierce determination due to Yang Haoran’s provocation, unable to calm down for a long time…
After escorting her to the girls’ dormitory building, where boys were not allowed to enter, the two parted ways there.
Yang Haoran was in a good mood, humming a tune as he walked toward the school gate. On the way, he ran into Wei Ming, who was heading to the classroom. They greeted each other, and Yang Haoran casually explained that something had delayed him, and he was now heading home.
As for Wei Ming, he was also on his way to the classroom to study. After a brief chat, they went their separate ways.
The school had both boarding and day students. Boarding students were required to study in the classroom from 7:30 PM to 9:00 PM, under teacher supervision.
Day students had no such requirement for evening self-study sessions because if they stayed at school until 9:00 PM before heading home, the school would be held responsible if anything happened to them on the way back. Hence, day students were not required to attend evening self-study.
Yang Haoran, being a grown man, wasn’t afraid, but he had no idea that someone was currently frantic with worry, repeatedly calling his phone only to get no answer.
Yang Haoran’s phone was set to silent, a habit from his past. It stemmed from a time when he was secretly playing on his phone in class, and suddenly someone called. In an instant, the piercing ringtone echoed through the classroom, drawing the attention of all his classmates and the teacher, exposing Yang Haoran, who had been stealthily using his phone.
That class ended with him being punished to stand for the remainder of the period, but from then on, he developed the habit of keeping his phone on silent.
Yang Haoran leisurely boarded the bus, feeling pleased, unaware of what awaited him at home.
It wasn’t until he got off the bus at his stop that Yang Haoran remembered and hurriedly pulled out his phone to check the time. As the screen lit up, what caught his eye first wasn’t the time butε―ε―ιΊ»ιΊ»ηζͺζ₯ζ₯η΅ζη€Ί, dozens of them.
He checked the time: it was now 8:07 PM. Then he unlocked the screen and scrolled through the missed call notificationsβdozens of them, from contacts labeled Dad, Mom, and Yaoyao. Most of the calls were from his mom, with the most recent one just a minute ago.
Seeing the glaring missed call notifications, Yang Haoran’s heart sank rapidly, and his face turned pale with fright.
This was about to blow up into a major issue.
Just as Yang Haoran wasηΉθ±«ing between turning himself in proactively or turning himself in proactively, ding ling lingβa beautiful ringtone sounded loudly in his ears.
The once pleasant incoming call music now felt piercingly sharp. Yang Haoran glanced at the screen: the contact labeled Mom.
His mind raced for excuses, but his hand instinctively pressed answer. Because now that he knew, he didn’t want to make his mom wait even a second longer.
He knew how important he, as a son, was to his mom. No, it should be said that every mother worries about her childβspecial exceptions aside.
As soon as he answered, before Yang Haoran could speak, a roar filled with anxiety, worry, unease, and anger erupted from the phone.
“Yang Haoran~ It’s so late! Where the hell are you?”
Yang Haoran was very familiar with this voice. However, the trembling in that voice was so clear, as if it could penetrate through the cold phone and reach deep into one’s heart.
Yang Haoran, who had been frantically searching for an excuse with his mind racing, heard the voice. Despite his mom’s efforts to hide it, he could still detect the tremor in her tone. His heart clenched, and a deep sense of guilt spread through him, making his mind go blank.
“Mom, I’m fine. I’m almost home.”
Rarely, Yang Haoran did not act frivolously this time. His serious tone, instead, made Liu Ruoxi on the other end shudder, and she could no longer bring herself to scold him. Her anxious emotions seemed to transmit through the phone and affect Yang Haoran.
“Haoran, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me. Did kidnappers… no, no… put them on the phone. However much money they want, it’s fine.”
As she spoke, the person on the other end seemed to have thought of something, instantly regaining composure. Her final words carried a hint of coldness.
“Mom, what are you thinking? Your son is perfectly fine, really okay.” Yang Haoran found it both funny and frustrating. For once, he was being serious, but it had made his mom misinterpret the situation, thinking he had been kidnapped.
“Really okay?”
“Really okay, Mom. Didn’t I say I’m almost home?”
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, as if she was gathering her emotions. Just as Yang Haoran expected.
“Get your ass home now!”
His mom’s icy voice came through the phone, cold enough to pierce one’s bones, leaving a deep impression.