After Mu Haipeng left, the mother and son sat facing each other.
“So, what do you think?” Shen Qing asked her son with a beaming smile.
“Well, he’s alright, I suppose,” Zhou Shiwen replied after a moment’s thought, deciding to be honest.
“As long as you approve, that’s what matters,” Shen Qing said, her smiling eyes curving charmingly.
“It’s just… why doesn’t he seem like your boyfriend at all?” After some hesitation, Zhou Shiwen voiced the doubt in his heart.
“Weren’t you right there with us?” Shen Qing retorted with full confidence.
“Oh, right.” Zhou Shiwen thought about it and found that reasonable. However, now that he knew Yang Haoran wasn’t his mother’s other half, he felt somewhat conflicted. Part of him hadn’t wanted it to be Haoran, but upon confirming it wasn’t, his twisted psychology left him feeling oddly disappointed.
Rather than letting his mother fall into someone else’s hands, to put it bluntly, he would have preferred to keep things within their circle. After all, Yang Haoran had grown up with him—they knew each other inside and out.
…That afternoon, outside the school gates, crowds bustled noisily after classes ended.
Yang Haoran emerged from the school and scanned the swarming mass of people. His eyes were drawn to a fiery red, streamlined Ferrari parked by the roadside—it stood out like a crane among chickens, attracting curious glances from many students.
He could also hear the discussions among the students around him.
“Who’s that here to pick up? Which rich family’s young master is it?”
“Judging by the color, the owner is probably a woman. It’s time for me, the Little White Dragon Riding the Waves, to rise to the top in one step,” a four-eyed guy said, pushing up his glasses and speaking with confidence.
“Get out of here! I’m not blind. ‘Little White Dragon’? Let me ask you, aren’t you scared of the ‘Rich Woman’s Happy Ball’?”
“A rich woman~ Her happiness is my happiness. What’s there to be scared of?”
“What if the rich woman is a fat one? Would you still go for it?”
“When I was little, a fortune teller told me I have a naturally weak stomach, so I’m suited to being a kept man.”
“Is there a chance he was actually saying you’d get colon cancer?”
…
Yang Haoran ignored the chatter around him and walked straight toward the Ferrari. He was all too familiar with Auntie Shen’s car. When he was little, he’d even pestered his mother to buy him one, which of course ended with a thorough spanking.
“Look at you all, full of desire but no courage! Look at that guy over there—he’s a true role model for our kind!” The four-eyed guy pointed at Yang Haoran’s back as he approached the sports car.
He was clearly heading straight for the Ferrari.
“Shh… There really is someone who doesn’t know his place. He must have watched too many TV dramas.”
“Don’t underestimate him. I hate people like you who don’t dare to make a move themselves but mock those who do. Come on, want to make a bet? Bet on whether this brave soul can successfully pick her up. If I lose, I’ll treat you to the cafeteria tomorrow. If I win, you’ll treat me.”
“Fine, I’m not afraid to bet. Whoever doesn’t pay up is a grandson.”
The guy was provoked and spoke angrily.
“You blockhead! Are your ears clogged? Whether you win or lose, you’re treating. What’s the point of betting?” The four-eyed guy nearby couldn’t stand it anymore and tried to talk sense into him.
…
As Yang Haoran drew near, the beauty inside the Ferrari noticed him. The car doors extended and retracted like wings. Shen Qing sat in the driver’s seat, wearing a form-fitting, seductive purple qipao. She had light makeup on and a pair of black sunglasses, looking every bit the fashionable beauty.
The surface of the purple qipao was adorned with subtle, intricate patterns that blended seamlessly with its elegant aura, perfectly highlighting Auntie Shen’s mature charm.
One of her fair, delicate hands rested on the steering wheel, tapping it gently. Her stunning face was like an autumn moon, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall. Her captivating, amber-like eyes were enchanting and full of charm. Her delicate and pretty nose and her lush, red lips glowed with a faint, enticing sheen under the light.
“Get in, little treasure,” Shen Qing said, elegantly crooking her finger at Yang Haoran like a rich woman beckoning her kept younger lover.
Her posture was extremely alluring—charming, coquettish, and full of grace. Her captivating aura spread like ink in water, stunning the onlookers around them.
“Holy shit, am I dreaming?”
“Who is that guy? He’s not even as handsome as me. How does he deserve this?” someone said with a jealous tone.
“That’s no ‘rich woman’—she’s rich and beautiful! She must be my long-lost sister… Wuwu…”
“A goddess! I hereby declare, from now on, you all must call me ‘kept man,’ or don’t blame me for turning hostile.”
“You look like Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind. Where do you get the fucking nerve?” someone cursed angrily, seemingly venting their frustration and powerlessness on him.
“That guy… it’s just unjust~” the four-eyed guy muttered, staring dumbfounded at the scene, his glasses askew.
…Yang Haoran felt a bit helpless. As he got into the passenger seat, he complained, “Why are you making such a scene? Are you afraid Shiwen won’t find out?”
After he closed the car door, Shen Qing started the engine and replied, “I asked Shiwen about his attitude last night. He seemed quite open-minded about it, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Should I tell him directly, then?” Yang Haoran hadn’t expected things to progress so smoothly.
“Not yet. At noon, I hired an actor, someone your age. Shiwen met him and didn’t object,” Shen Qing explained as she drove toward her home. “You and he have grown up together. If I told him it was you directly, he might not be able to accept it. We need to take it step by step.”
“If he can accept me dating someone his age now, he’ll be able to accept it being you later. These things need to be done gradually. We can’t rush.”
Yang Haoran thought Auntie Shen made sense and suppressed his impatience. Curiously, he asked, “Who did you hire to play the part?”
“He’s not as handsome as you. I couldn’t stand the sight of him, don’t worry.” Shen Qing could see right through his little worries.
“Hehe… that’s good.” Yang Haoran felt relieved. He had indeed been a bit worried—not that he feared Auntie Shen would shift her affections, but mainly because she was so stunningly beautiful and alluring. It was hard to guarantee that the actor wouldn’t develop some ideas of his own.
“Have you told Ruoxi?”
Yang Haoran knew she was asking whether he had informed his mother that he would be staying at her house tonight. But such a small matter was something he had naturally long since mentioned to his dear mother.
“I did. She asked me why I was going to stay there. I said I was going to hang out with Shiwen. She didn’t agree at first, but when I hemmed and hawed and couldn’t give a reason, she suddenly agreed.” Yang Haoran also found it strange as he spoke.
Shen Qing burst into laughter upon hearing this: “Ruoxi probably guessed what you’re up to. Do you still dare to come? Be careful, or Ruoxi will spank your butt until it’s sore~”
Her tone was full of teasing and provocation.
Yang Haoran felt a bit nervous halfway through her words, but after hearing her out, how could he let this temptress look down on him? He bragged boldly, “If Mom dares to spank my ass, once I’ve had her, I’ll fuck her ass every day.”
Hearing this, Shen Qing laughed so hard her body trembled. She said coquettishly, “Oh really? You truly are a ‘filial son,’ talking so openly about wanting to fuck your own mother. If Ruoxi heard this, she’d be furious to death.”