“Little Ranran, where’s your mom? Is she still at work?”
“Yeah, she’ll be back soon.”
“Sigh… Ruoxi really goes too far. She doesn’t care about her own son at all. If it were me, I’d stay by Little Ranran’s side day and night, fussing over him and serving him hand and foot.”
“Sister, you’re just kidding.”
Yang Haoran could only muster a polite smile tinged with embarrassment.
“Mom.”
Zhou Shiwen, sitting off to the side, couldn’t take his mother’s brazen remarks any longer. He was right there, after all. And as her son, he knew she pretty much let him fend for himself.
“Alright, alright, let’s head inside. If I say any more, Wenwen’s going to get jealous again.”
Shen Qing knew her son was the jealous type. Seeing the displeasure on his face, she decided to drop it.
The three of them entered the villa together.
The living room was spacious, floored with gleaming marble tiles so polished one could see their reflection in them. The decor was luxurious yet tastefully elegant.
Shen Qing sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Yang Haoran on the rosewood sofa. Across from them sat her own son, Zhou Shiwen, all by his lonesome.
“What are you so nervous about, Little Ranran?”
Shen Qing leaned in close to his ear, whispering to him like a lover.
Yang Haoran sat bolt upright. Suddenly, a faint fragrant breeze washed over him. Her intoxicating body scent filled his senses, and her warm breath tickled his ear.
“Sis… Sister.” Yang Haoran’s body went rigid. “Can you not lean in so close?”
“Is that how it is?”
A soft sensation pressed against his arm. Yang Haoran looked down to find Aunt Shen’s ample bosom half-draped over it, making his arm feel heavy. It was unmistakably the genuine article.
“Are Sister’s big?”
Aunt Shen brought her lovely face right up to his ear, her voice dripping with coquettish allure.
“Big.”
If this had been anyone else, Yang Haoran would have been over the moon with such fortune. But with her? He couldn’t muster any joy—his face even started turning green.
Your son is still watching, you know. Are you trying to sink our friendship boat?
“Whose are bigger—Sister’s or your mom’s?” Shen Qing flicked out her pink tongue and gave Yang Haoran’s earlobe a light lick.
Yang Haoran’s body shuddered. How was he supposed to answer that? It wasn’t like he’d ever weighed them in his hands.
Shen Qing caught Yang Haoran’s reaction and burst into giggles.
“I heard from Ruoxi that you got hurt down there, Little Ranran. Sister’s never seen a man’s cock before. Won’t you let Sister take a peek?”
Her warm breath washed over his cheek, dirty words riding the air.
Your son’s all grown up—surely you’ve seen one by now? Yang Haoran cursed her inwardly while plastering an awkward smile on his face. “Better not.”
“Why pass up the chance~? Hmph. Is Little Ranran scared it’s too small and Sister will look down on you?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” A coquettish smile played on Shen Qing’s face as she grinned. “Big or small, I wouldn’t mind Little Ranran’s at all~ After all, how could I, when I like you so much?”
As she spoke, her massive breasts jiggled, rubbing subtly against his arm.
Yang Haoran wanted to curse up a storm right then. You tease without giving me any meat—watch out, or you’ll get burned playing with fire.
He couldn’t just stay passive. It was time for a counterattack.
“Sister, it’s not impossible if you really want to see… it’s just…” Yang Haoran put on a shy expression.
“Just what…? Scared Sister will gobble you up?” Shen Qing whispered right in his ear.
She looked both surprised and curious.
Just as Yang Haoran opened his mouth to continue, an icy voice rang out through the living room.
“Shen Qing, you slutty vixen—can you rein it in?”
Liu Ruoxi stood at the doorway in her professional suit, staring coldly at the pair who seemed far too intimate.
She had just gotten back from the office and walked in on this. Fury boiled up inside her, nearly making her explode.
“Ruoxi, heh, what’s got you so worked up? I’m just showing some concern for your son. You don’t care about him as his mom, so his aunt has to step in, right?”
Shen Qing pulled back and straightened her posture, beaming at Liu Ruoxi.
“I’ll deal with you later.” Liu Ruoxi shot her best friend a fierce glare. She knew Shen Qing’s personality, though—teasing her son was about as far as she’d go.
“Haoran, why are you sitting there? Move to the other side.”
Liu Ruoxi spoke sharply to her son. Before, she might not have gotten this mad, but ever since binding to the Fallen Angel Game, she’d realized her bond with him went beyond a normal mother and son. And after that shy encounter the other day, her feelings had shifted. She saw her son as her own possession now. Watching her best friend tease him like always sparked instant jealousy.
Shen Qing shot Liu Ruoxi a surprised glance at those words. This wasn’t like her old friend at all.
Usually, Ruoxi would scold her at most. She never went so far as to keep Haoran at arm’s length from her. But now, even sitting together set her off? That was intriguing.
Interesting! The corners of Shen Qing’s mouth curved into a beautiful smile as she eyed the mother and son curiously.
She caught a whiff of feminine jealousy.
Hearing his mother’s words, Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t wanted to sit next to Shen Devil anyway—it had all been forced on him. Now he scrambled across to join Shiwen.
Liu Ruoxi stepped up to her best friend. She frowned at Shen Qing’s cheongsam, its high slit exposing swaths of snow-white, silky skin. “You have plenty of cheongsams. Do you have to show up at my house dressed so revealingly every time?”
“I’ve always dressed like this, Ruoxi. You never said a word before. What’s this? Jealousy?”
Shen Qing grinned at Liu Ruoxi.
That gaze made Liu Ruoxi’s face stiffen for a moment, but she recovered quickly and said coolly, “What flew before doesn’t fly now.”
“Haoran and Shiwen are grown men, not little boys anymore. As a mom, you need to mind your image.”
“Oh~”
Shen Qing drew out the sound, eyeing Liu Ruoxi with playful skepticism that screamed disbelief.
Liu Ruoxi let it go—believe it or don’t. She’d come home to host her friend properly. After all, Shen Qing had just returned from getting divorced. During Liu Ruoxi’s business trip, her friend had gone out of town to finalize things with her husband.
Their marriage had been dead on paper for years, the two living apart while she raised their child alone. The divorce was just paperwork, and the trip had tied up the loose ends.
Shiwen and Haoran didn’t know the details, though. They thought Aunt Shen had divorced ages ago. Some hidden issue had dragged it out this long.
“Haoran, Shiwen—go grab the groceries from my car trunk and take them to the kitchen.”
Once the boys were gone, Shen Qing turned serious. “Is Haoran alright down there? You made it sound bad on the phone. I had a friend bring back some miracle meds. Give them to him and see if they help.”
Liu Ruoxi let out a sigh. “He’s already fine.”
Her expression grew complicated as she spoke.
“He’s fine now?”
Shen Qing frowned in confusion. Ruoxi’s tone on the phone had made it sound dire. It was a man’s manhood, after all—if mishandled, it could ruin his fertility down the line.
“It’s complicated. Can’t sum it up in a few words.” Liu Ruoxi gave a wry smile.
She wasn’t sure if she should tell her best friend. If she hadn’t lived it herself, she wouldn’t have believed it either.
To think this world had supernatural happenings—an evil, twisted game, no less.
“Ding! Special Mission triggered: Teammate Binding!”
