Yang Haoran quickly waved his hands. “Shiwen, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not some pervert. I just collect these out of curiosity—a few from all sorts of genres, a real mixed bag.”
Seeing that Shiwen didn’t seem to like this series, Yang Haoran added, “If it’s not your thing, just delete it once the copy’s done.”
“Yeah, it’s a bit too twisted for me. I don’t think I could handle it,” Zhou Shiwen nodded. “I’ll delete it after I copy everything.”
Satisfied that the conversation was wrapping up, Yang Haoran said casually, “Up to you. I’m gonna hit the bathroom real quick.”
He patted Zhou Shiwen’s shoulder and winked at him—you know what I mean.
Zhou Shiwen’s face flushed red, and he felt a little awkward. But he understood: Haoran was probably giving him some privacy to browse without feeling embarrassed. “Go ahead,” he said.
After leaving Zhou Shiwen’s room, Yang Haoran thought about what he had to do next. His heart pounded wildly, and a wave of inevitable tension washed over him.
He took a deep breath, his expression gradually hardening with resolve. The risks were high, but compared to the temptation of Aunt Shen—that seductive vixen—they were nothing.
He hadn’t gone to all this trouble just to share resources with his good buddy Zhou Shiwen out of the kindness of his heart. His real goal was to hunt for evidence.
Faced with such a stunning, alluring beauty as Aunt Shen, he couldn’t help but covet her. Sure, she was his best friend’s mom, making him feel a bit low for it, but he was past caring.
“Sorry, Shiwen. I’ll take good care of your mom,” Yang Haoran murmured an earnest apology in his heart. With that, the last trace of guilt vanished without a shadow.
His face calm and composed, he crept quietly down the hallway toward the living room. Faint sounds came from the kitchen, and his expression lit up with delight. Everything was going according to plan.
He knew that whenever he came over to hang out with Shiwen, Aunt Shen would prepare a fruit salad for him—and today was no exception.
This was the crucial window in his plan. With Aunt Shen in the kitchen, he could slip upstairs to her bedroom and search for evidence.
Everything proceeding smoothly, Yang Haoran tiptoed up the stairs toward the second floor.
In the kitchen on the first floor, Shen Qing had nearly finished preparing the fruit platter. Something crossed her mind, and a faint smile curved her lips, her enchanting expression enough to make any heart race.
“I thought it’d take until tomorrow, but here you are, Little Ranran, delivering yourself right to my door…”
A blue screen only she could see floated before her eyes. 【Team Task 02】
“Player Shen Qing, please let the Controller discover your real-world identity without raising suspicion. Reward: 20 Points.”
A moment later, the exquisite fruit platter was complete. Shen Qing was ready to set her own plan in motion.
She left the platter in the kitchen untouched and returned to the living room on the first floor. She placed her pink iPhone on the coffee table in plain sight.
The screen was unlocked, open to WeChat, with an alarm icon in the upper right corner set to ring in three minutes. The label read “Nap time.”
With everything in place, Shen Qing went to her son’s door and knocked a few times. “Shiwen, come out for a sec.”
A few minutes earlier, right after Yang Haoran had left, Zhou Shiwen had eagerly clicked into the “Green Mom” series. Sure enough, as Yang Haoran had said, there were only a handful of files: “Boy Delivering Mom.”
“My Slutty Mom and Little Daddy.”
“Inviting Classmate Home to Bang My Beautiful Mom.”
“Mom’s Sex Games with Friends.”
One title immediately caught his eye.
“Inviting Classmate Home to Bang My Beautiful Mom.”
It felt so immersive, almost too real to resist. His breathing quickened, and as if driven by some unseen force, he clicked play and started watching.
Sitting in his computer chair, Zhou Shiwen jumped at the sound of his mom’s voice. He fumbled to close the video and switch back to his game screen.
Once he’d sorted it out, he composed himself and opened the door. Seeing it was his mom, he asked in confusion, “Mom, what’s up?”
Shen Qing glanced into the room and saw no sign of Yang Haoran. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. “Where’s Haoran?”
Hearing his mom mention Yang Haoran made Zhou Shiwen flash back to the steamy scenes from the video. His face grew unnatural, and he stammered, “H-he… he’s in the bathroom.”
Noting her son’s odd expression, Shen Qing felt a flicker of curiosity but didn’t dwell on it. She smiled warmly. “Alright then, Shiwen. Could you take the trash bag from the kitchen and throw it out for me?”
“Oh, sure… okay.” Zhou Shiwen didn’t think twice and agreed.
It was just a small chore.
He grabbed the trash bag and headed out. As the front door of the standalone villa clicked shut behind him, only two people remained inside.
With her son gone, Shen Qing headed toward the stairs. She was going up to the second floor to wait—the surprise was all set for Little Ranran.
A few minutes earlier, Yang Haoran had snuck up to the second floor and made a beeline for the master bedroom. He pushed open the door and began rummaging like a thief in someone else’s house, his eyes scanning for a phone or computer.
The phone was his top priority, but after a few minutes with no luck, he gave up and turned to the computer in Aunt Shen’s room.
Still nothing.
Disappointment crashed over him. Then, he heard footsteps approaching slowly. Before he could react, the door swung open.
Yang Haoran froze in place, utterly stunned. Shen Qing froze too. In her line of sight, Yang Haoran sat dejectedly on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her.
Their eyes met, and for a long moment, neither spoke. Yang Haoran: “…” Shen Qing: “…”
The atmosphere had never been this awkward. Even Shen Qing found herself caught completely off guard.
Little Ranran, what was he doing in her room????
Yang Haoran scratched his head awkwardly, forcing a stiff smile onto his face. He stammered, “A-Aunt Shen, you… how… how are you here?”
His flustered state brought a smile to Shen Qing’s lips. Her full, red lips parted as she said with a teasing grin, “This is my room, you know. I was about to ask you the same thing—what are you doing here?”
“Oh… oh, right. I thought this was my room. Got mixed up,” Yang Haoran said, his scalp tingling as he spouted an excuse even he didn’t believe.
In truth, Aunt Shen did have a room set aside for him on the second floor—one he’d stayed in as a kid. But someone as familiar with the house as he was wouldn’t possibly mix it up.
Shen Qing naturally didn’t buy his flimsy lie. She gave Yang Haoran a knowing look with her beautiful eyes, then scanned the room. Every ornament’s position was etched in her memory, yet now the place was a mess, like it had been ransacked by burglars.
The computer screen was still on, displaying the WeChat login page.
Shen Qing shot Yang Haoran a meaningful glance. She already had a pretty good idea what was going on.
What had given her away? That puzzled her, but with things at this point—and her own plan to reveal her identity anyway—she had no intention of pressing Little Ranran now.
“Mixed up the rooms, huh.” Shen Qing sighed with mock regret. “Here I thought Little Ranran was worried about big sis being lonely and came to keep me company.”
Yang Haoran didn’t dare respond—his guilty conscience was screaming at him. All he wanted was to bolt. He forced a laugh. “Aunt Shen, I’ll… I’ll just head out then.”
With that, he beat a hasty, embarrassed retreat. Shen Qing watched him go with a playful smile, making no move to stop him.
