Unable to get any answers, Yang Haoran had no choice but to set aside his doubts for the moment. His face flushed with excitement as he replied, “Mom, which friend did you ask to buy it? Can they get more? How much is a bottle?”
“The effects are more than just good; it’s like cheating. Today, I mastered every subject except English.”
“Hmm?” Liu Ruoxi felt a flicker of unease in her heart and asked doubtfully, “Is it really as amazing as you say?”
“Good? It’s explosively good! I can’t even describe it properly. It’s just like cheating, Mom. Have you seen the movie ‘Limitless’? The super pill in that movie—it’s almost like that, maybe just slightly less potent.”
By now, Liu Ruoxi believed her son’s words. However, remembering what she had said to him yesterday, her heart tightened. She casually changed the subject: “If the effects are so good, then why couldn’t you learn English?”
Yang Haoran’s excited expression stiffened. Helplessly, he explained, “I studied for a while, but it was useless. I could memorize the English words and sentences, but I couldn’t pronounce them. The potion’s effects are time-limited, so I focused on other subjects first.”
“Mom, you still haven’t told me: who did you ask to buy it? Can we get more? How much is a bottle?”
Once you tell one lie, you need countless more to cover it up—Liu Ruoxi was truly experiencing this now. She decided to be vague.
“You wouldn’t know them even if I told you. As long as the effects are good, that’s what matters. As for whether we can get more, I’ll have to ask. As for the price, three bottles cost 15 million.”
“Five million per bottle?”
Yang Haoran was stunned on the spot. But when he thought about the effects of the potion, it seemed worth the price.
Seeing that his mother was about to leave, Yang Haoran quickly stopped her. He hadn’t asked the most important question yet. Lowering his voice, he looked around furtively like a thief. Not seeing his dad—probably still in the study—he whispered, “Mom, what you said last night—when will you keep your promise? My grades are really good now; even the teacher praised me today.”
“Then where’s your report card? Show it to me,” Liu Ruoxi retorted, glancing at her son’s mix of excitement and sneakiness.
His mother’s words felt like a bucket of cold water poured over Yang Haoran’s head, but he wasn’t about to give up easily. He argued, “Report cards are just superficial. What matters is real knowledge and ability, Mom. You can’t go back on your word. The school just had midterm exams; there won’t be any tests recently. How can I prove it?”
“Then how am I supposed to believe you? Just based on your words?”
“That won’t do, Mom. Didn’t you say last time that you could get the midterm exam papers? Bring them back for me, and I’ll take them to show you.”
As Yang Haoran spoke, the confidence in his words was evident even to Liu Ruoxi.
“Alright, then. I’ll bring them back when I have time.”
“When?”
“When I have time.”
“How will I know when you have time?”
“Sometime this week, alright? Stop bothering me.” Liu Ruoxi felt quite helpless as she said this. She had dug her own grave, but when she thought about it, there weren’t many days left for the system task.
She had already put it off for several days, and Shen Qing had reminded her a few times. Tonight, Shen Qing was going to introduce “her” on her end.
Yang Haoran got a specific timeframe. Considering there weren’t many days left in the week, he felt satisfied.
During the family meal, Yang Mengyao mentioned how her brother had been praised by Professor Li today. Their dad was greatly surprised and even rarely complimented him, telling him to keep it up. If his exam results improved, the family could go on a trip to celebrate.
Yang Wenfu’s suggestion, however, surprised the three others at the table. They all looked at him with puzzled expressions.
After all, in the past, Yang Haoran had suggested family trips before. But if Mom went, Dad would always make excuses about being busy with work and tell Mom to take the two kids instead.
The reason was clear to everyone in the family, so no one had brought up the idea of a family trip since then.
Hearing this now from Dad’s mouth naturally astonished the three of them.
Liu Ruoxi glanced at Yang Wenfu but neither agreed nor disagreed with his suggestion.
Yang Mengyao, however, was quite happy and specifically emphasized that she hoped Dad wouldn’t use work as an excuse later, which made him awkward.
Yang Haoran didn’t overthink it. He just found it strange coming from his dad but didn’t dwell on it.
After the meal, Yang Haoran took a shower and then returned to his room on the second floor.
Lying on his bed with his phone, Yang Haoran continued his usual flirtatious chat with Aunt Shen’s alternate account. After a round of lewd and shameless banter between the “slut” and the “master”…
Shen Qing: “Does Master remember what this humble slut said when we first met?”
Yang Haoran thought about it. They had chatted about so many things; he wasn’t sure which specific one Aunt Shen was referring to. So he typed: “You slutty bitch still dares to play riddles with Master? Seems like you still need more training. Spit it out now.”
“Master, be gentle… Ah!… No… This humble slut was wrong… (emoji)”
Looking at the message Aunt Shen sent, amusing herself, Yang Haoran felt a black line down his face. Aunt Shen really had a rich inner world. Under the cover of an alternate account, she was letting herself go.
He was really curious what expression she would make when he eventually gathered evidence and confronted her with it.
“You think begging for mercy will work? Today, Master is going to teach you a harsh lesson, you slutty bitch. I’ll make you, this animal, understand what rules are!”
Though complaining inwardly, Yang Haoran still played along, typing and sending his message.
“This humble slut was wrong… Sob sob… This humble slut will never again complain about Master’s small cock or say it can’t satisfy her.”
Yang Haoran’s嘴角 twitched slightly at the message from Aunt Shen. This wanton woman really needed to be disciplined.
After some more flirtatious digression, Shen Qing finally brought up the main topic.
“This humble slut was able to meet Master all thanks to a bet with her best friend back then. Now that this humble slut has found a good Master, her best friend is still all alone. This humble slut couldn’t bear it and told her about Master. She was very interested and also wants to kneel between Master’s legs, becoming Master’s second bitch, wagging her tail and begging for pity.”
“This humble slut and her best friend are extremely close. This humble slut has a small wish: hoping that one day in the future, this humble slut and her best friend can kneel together between Master’s legs, serving Master side by side.”
Two long messages. The more Yang Haoran read, the more something felt off. Aunt Shen’s best friend?
A bolt of lightning seemed to strike his mind. His breathing instantly became rapid.
Could it be…? It couldn’t be… Mom… How? But Aunt Shen’s best friend—other than Mom, who else could it be…
Yang Haoran’s mind was in turmoil as he stared at the messages on the screen. His eyes fixed on the two messages, reading them over and over, not missing a single word.
“She was very interested and also wants to kneel between Master’s legs, becoming Master’s second bitch, wagging her tail and begging for pity.”
He stared intently at this line. Impossible. Given Mom’s personality, she couldn’t possibly have such a reaction. She wasn’t that kind of lewd woman.
Unless Mom’s usual cold demeanor was an act, and she was actually a slut with inner desires as strong as Aunt Shen’s?
Or perhaps he had been wrong from the start. Maybe the woman on the other side of the screen wasn’t Aunt Shen at all? Maybe it was someone else?
Various speculations clashed in his mind. He even began to doubt whether his initial certainty that the woman was Aunt Shen was too rash.
Thinking about it, Yang Haoran felt extremely irritated. He tossed his phone onto the bed and banged his forehead against the quilt a few times. The slight pain helped him gradually calm down.
He picked up his phone again and typed: “Master doesn’t accept just any bitch…” Delete.
“I don’t accept just any bitch. What’s your best friend’s figure and looks like?”
Right now, he wasn’t even in the mood to play their master-slave roleplay. Even typing “Master” now felt irritating.
On the other side, after sending the messages, Shen Qing grew anxious when Little Ranran didn’t respond for a long time. A bitch offering herself上门—how could Little Ranran, with his lustful nature, be unmoved?
Just as she started considering whether to send some provocative photos of Ruoxi to刺激 him, a message came through.
After reading it, Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief. So he was worried about her best friend’s looks and figure.
A faint smile curled her lips as she typed her reply: “Master can rest assured. To be this humble slut’s best friend, her figure and looks are naturally top-tier. I guarantee Master will drool all over the place when he sees her.”
As if afraid Little Ranran wouldn’t believe her, she added: “If Master doesn’t believe me, this humble slut can have her add you later and send you some photos. Once you see them, you’ll believe this humble slut.”
The confidence in the other party’s message was palpable even through the cold screen.
He fell silent for a moment.
“Alright, have her add me.” He edited and sent the message.
“Please wait a moment, Master. I’ll contact her.”