Yang Haoran felt a faint pang of disappointment, but he quickly snapped out of it and adjusted his mindset. He wasn’t some real newbie or a smooth talker—he was a man of action.
He tore off a strip of paper, scribbled a few words on it with a pen, and under the desk, he quietly brushed against the girl’s fair little hand before forcefully slipping the note into her grasp.
Ji Youxin could no longer pretend he didn’t exist, but her expression remained serene. Without a hint of panic, she unfolded the note in her hand. Scrawled crookedly across it were a few words: “Hi, fancy meeting you again.”
Her brows furrowed slightly. Under the desk, she beckoned to him. Yang Haoran was puzzled at first, but following her gaze, he suddenly understood. He hurriedly grabbed a pen from his desk and placed it in her palm.
As he watched the girl pick up the pen and start writing, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but grow curious. What would she write?
The note came back to him soon enough, and a spark of anticipation flickered in his heart. He unfolded it to find a line of neat, elegant script beneath his own words, like delicate embroidery: “Who are you?”
Yang Haoran was stunned. He recalled their first encounter—she had seemed to smile at him back then. But he had just been one face in the crowd; she might not have been smiling at him specifically. He had remembered her vividly, but she probably had no idea who he was among the sea of passersby. A shadow of gloom fell over him.
Yet he quickly shook off the negativity. A man couldn’t afford to sell himself short—even blind confidence was better than self-pity.
He grabbed the pen and dashed off a response, then slipped it back into her hand. Meeting her puzzled gaze, she truly seemed not to recognize him, and his bold familiarity left her with a faint trace of surprise.
Ji Youxin unfolded the note. Below his words was another crooked line: “You forgot? A couple weeks ago at school, we bumped into each other. You even smiled at me. I thought you had a thing for me.”
The boy’s shamelessness drew a subtle smile from the girl. She wrote back: “So, do you have a thing for me?”
Yang Haoran was taken aback by the girl’s candid straightforwardness. After a moment’s hesitation, he replied: “What do you think?”
“Hmm, do you think you’d fall for yourself if our roles were reversed?”
Her handwriting remained neat and graceful, a perfect match for her poised demeanor.
“I would.”
Yang Haoran replied without a shred of shame.
“Heh heh…”
The girl’s response.
Staring at those two little words, Yang Haoran felt his face heat up. Had he been too forward? But a momentary setback couldn’t dent his indomitable spirit.
“I think you’d fall for me. Call it blind confidence, just like what you said up on stage earlier. I feel like I’m that white bird riding the waves with you. You said it yourself, so here you are, and by chance, there’s an empty seat right next to me. Isn’t that just like those two white birds on the crest of the wave? You came here, and I was waiting for you!”
Yang Haoran poured out a long passage, his fervent heart leaping onto the page, emotion flowing from his pen to the paper and into her hands.
The girl read the lengthy note. Though his handwriting was messy, she could sense his sincerity. She slipped the paper into her desk drawer without replying.
The boy’s note sank like a stone into the sea, stirring no ripples in her heart.
In the end, their brief exchange via paper came to a silent halt.
After class, Ji Youxin was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of female classmates, all chattering away as they bombarded her with questions. Her expression stayed calm and serene as she patiently answered them one by one, brushing off the ones she couldn’t with a gentle smile.
The boys watched enviously, powerless to intervene, tears practically welling in their eyes. What a golden opportunity, ruined by the girls in their class.
The day passed peacefully. Though Yang Haoran longed to speak with Ji Youxin, she was constantly mobbed by her female classmates, leaving no room during the short breaks.
He pondered for a moment and passed two more notes during break time, but she didn’t even glance at them, simply tucking them into her drawer.
Once was fine, twice could be overlooked, but three times was pushing it. Seeing this, Yang Haoran reined in his eager heart. Pestering her endlessly wouldn’t help his pursuit of Ji Youxin. His mother had taught him to know when to hold back.
He’d never truly pursued a girl before, but her advice rang true.
Time flew by like rushing water, the day slipping away in an instant. The girl and the boy hadn’t exchanged a single spoken word; their only conversation lingered on paper.
After school that afternoon, Yang Haoran left the classroom without lingering, striding out with the flow of students.
He didn’t notice that as he departed, Ji Youxin’s eyes followed his back, the corners of her mouth curving into a faint, serene smile.
…
Beneath the lingering glow of the evening sunset, Yang Haoran strolled homeward. The twilight cast enchanting shadows, stretching his solitary figure long and lean—a lone traveler, yet with the promise of what lay ahead.
Back home, his mind replayed the day’s events. Ji Youxin—what a beautiful name, fitting her perfectly.
That evening, the family sat down to a harmonious dinner. For some reason, Yang Haoran felt his mother’s gaze upon him was unkind, as if she wanted to give him a good thrashing but couldn’t find an excuse. He was utterly baffled. He hadn’t done anything to upset her. Was she still mad about what he’d said last night?
Liu Ruoxi had spent the entire day at the company unable to focus on work. The thought of the system’s next task filled her with frustration and shame, spilling over until even her innocent son looked displeasing in her eyes.
After dinner, Yang Haoran’s instincts screamed at him to make himself scarce. He hurried back to his room. He had a nagging feeling that his mother’s stare meant something was about to happen today, but he had no clue what—and he certainly wasn’t about to ask.
Once Liu Ruoxi had cleared the dishes, she returned to her bedroom with a composed expression. Alone at last, a flush crept over her stunning features as she gazed into the void.
【Degenerate Wife, Special Mission!】
Task Sequence 01: Completed.
Task Sequence 02: Completed.
Task Sequence 03: Player Liu Ruoxi must copulate with the Controller once and have him ejaculate inside her.
Countdown: 3 hours 47 minutes.
Task Sequence 04: Complete the prerequisite task to unlock!
Liu Ruoxi had known this day would come, but she hadn’t expected it to be so imminent. After finishing Task 02 yesterday, her task panel had updated with a one-day limit. Now, only a few hours remained.
Taking a deep breath at the thought of the system task, she steadied her turbulent emotions. She had already devised a plan at the office for how to complete it. But the taboo of mother-son incest was something she could no longer avoid…
