The harsh reality, spoken aloud by his good brother, made Wei Ming’s chest heave violently. He drew in deep, ragged breaths. With his eyes gently closed, the scenes Rat had described flashed through his mind. After a long moment, a fire ignited in his chest—a spark that threatened to become a raging inferno.
“Alright, Rat. This time, I’ll take your advice.”
Wei Ming opened his eyes and looked at Yang Haoran. A solemn expression had settled on his face. “If I win over Han Lili, then I’ll introduce my mom to you. We’ll follow the rules from that post you mentioned.”
Yang Haoran felt a flicker of relief at the first part, but his eyes widened in shock at the rest. He stared at Wei Ming in disbelief. “Little Ming, have you lost your mind? Why the hell would you introduce your mom to me?”
“Don’t you know?” Wei Ming looked surprised in turn. “Why else would you have brought up that post yesterday?”
Post? Hearing Wei Ming mention it jogged Yang Haoran’s memory. Yesterday, after they’d finished gaming and started talking about women, he’d indeed brought up a certain post.
He’d seen it once in the SM Circle. It was a plea for help from a middle school boy. His parents had divorced, and his mother had found someone new. From what she’d told him, once they married, she’d send him off to live with his biological father. He was obsessed with his mother and couldn’t bear the thought. So, right there in the post, he’d publicly shared her contact information, begging someone to train her—turn her into whatever it took, as long as she wouldn’t leave him.
According to the follow-up replies, an SM training master had reached out. He’d taken a liking to the mother’s looks and spent three months conditioning her. Now, she called him Master. Aside from the occasional outing where the master would toy with her—or even train her like a Bitch right in their home—she spent most of her time with her son. And she’d promised never to find another partner; she’d stay with him forever.
The middle schooler was thrilled with the outcome. He’d even specially tagged that circle expert in the thread to express his gratitude.
Yang Haoran had no idea if the story was true, but he’d definitely told Wei Ming about it yesterday. He’d even bragged that he himself was an SM training master in the circle. Wei Ming hadn’t bought it at the time. Was he bringing it up now because he actually believed it?
Hang on… Yang Haoran connected the dots to the post. The kid had been mother-obsessed, just like Wei Ming. And the kid’s mom had found a new partner. Had Wei Ming’s mom done the same?
“Little Ming, has your mom found you a stepdad or something?”
“Yeah.”
Wei Ming nodded. “My mom called me yesterday. There’s this colleague at her company who’s been chasing her for three years. Two days ago, he confessed to her in front of everyone, and she said yes. If they get married, she’ll move with him to his hometown. She wanted to know what I thought.”
“And what did you say?” Yang Haoran pressed.
“What could I say? She’d already accepted him.”
Wei Ming gave a bitter smile. “I was wondering how you knew about it.”
“I didn’t, really.” Yang Haoran waved it off. “I was just chatting about it at the time.”
“Oh.”
Wei Ming fell into thought for a moment before suddenly asking, “So, that thing you said about being an SM training master—is that for real?”
If he said yes outright, and if his buddy Wei Ming actually landed Han Lili, he might really get to have Wei Ming’s mom. But back then, it had just been boasting. This was serious now. Yang Haoran decided to be honest. His master might qualify as a training master, but he was just the apprentice.
“Titles like ‘training master’ are hard to judge. But everything I told you is basically true—I didn’t lie to you. Whether that makes me a master or not, who knows? Still, I have trained a few Bitches. Xiao Shaowan, for example.”
Yang Haoran laid it out plainly.
Of course, he had his own motives. Wei Ming’s mother was no slouch in the looks department—a mature beauty with real allure.
Even knowing Rat wouldn’t lie to him at a time like this, Wei Ming still harbored some doubts—it was too important a matter. “Tell you what,” he said. “Pick a time and prove it. Show me that the class goddess, Xiao Shaowan, is your Bitch. Then I’ll believe you. If I win Han Lili, I’ll introduce my mom to you as my thanks. I’ll get Lili, and if you succeed, my mom won’t end up with some stepdad and leave me. It’s a fair trade either way. Hell, if you’re really that capable, you can play cheap daddy for me. Deal?”
Wei Ming was the straightforward, inwardly passionate type—he never went back on his word. Yang Haoran knew that well. “Deal,” he said. “You go after Han Lili, and I’ll make sure you get the girl. As for proof? Tomorrow, I’ll show you.”
“By the way, Little Ming, you actually came up with that idea? Aren’t you mother-obsessed yourself?”
“Anyone can watch those mother-son videos without blinking. But who actually goes through with it in real life? Besides, I’m mother-obsessed, not some freak.”
Guess that makes me the freak, then… Yang Haoran grumbled inwardly.
Their hushed conversation went unnoticed amid the classroom clamor. Besides, the two of them sat in the back row—utter nobodies.
Time passed, and the class bell rang. Everyone settled into their seats.
Moments later, the homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying, appeared at the classroom door. Light makeup accentuated her refined, elegant features. She was as breathtakingly alluring as ever, her figure hugged perfectly by a form-fitting purple dress that showcased every curve.
Trailing behind her was a girl with exquisitely perfect features—an oval face, bright eyes and pearly teeth, a delicate mouth and dainty nose. She outshone any imperial consort, her flawless beauty both absolute and astonishing.
She wore a flowing snow-white gown, her aura as pure and sacred as a blooming snow lotus—untouched by dust or blemish.
The two of them took their places at the podium, and the girl’s face left the class in stunned silence.
