Bai Jinghong closed the folder immediately and stood up, looking toward the kitchen.
He could see Yan Man was busy cooking.
Recalling the videos he’d just seen, and taking in Yan Man’s full figure, the high curve of her rear, Bai Jinghong found it truly hard to restrain himself.
He chuckled softly and was about to head for the kitchen.
But just then, his phone rang.
Bai Jinghong instantly wanted to curse someone out.
He pulled it out and saw a message from Ah Kun.
“Young Master Bai, it’s done. We smashed three floors of the Underworld Win Group, but a few of our guys got hauled off!”
Left with no choice, Bai Jinghong could only reply: “No problem, they’ll be out tomorrow. Pull back for now, and hand the follow-up to Cheng Qiang.”
“Also, have Iron Tower and Vajra leave first. Plans have changed!”
Bai Jinghong had originally called in Vajra and Iron Tower intending to pull a classic “threaten the missus” move.
He was going to fake some debt owed by Chen Jianbin, using that to force Yan Man to submit.
After all, Vajra and Iron Tower, both huge and imposing, passing off as debt collectors was perfectly reasonable!
But the moment he saw Yan Man, that kind of thought evaporated.
A mature beauty so stunningly gorgeous—developing her into a lover was certainly more appealing.
Besides, she was the protagonist’s mother, so conquest was the main objective.
And using his intimate knowledge of the plot, Bai Jinghong had crafted a far better excuse. He’d use the identity of a benefactor repaying kindness to get close, then use the promise of knowing the whereabouts of “Chen Lin” to get even closer!
After Ah Kun replied back with an “OK,” Bai Jinghong pocketed his phone again.
Bai Jinghong murmured to himself, “Madam, I won’t be leaving today, now will I!”
But Bai Jinghong wasn’t in a rush to make a move.
This kind of thing, like watching adult videos, was often more about the scenario, the build-up, than the grunting and moaning phase.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many famous plumber or pizza delivery guy plots.
Yan Man, cooking away in the kitchen, had absolutely no idea of Bai Jinghong’s intentions.
She still treated him as that handsome young man who had come to repay a kindness.
Though a woman living alone naturally carries a defense instinct, that was for those outside her door.
Before long, a bowl of plain noodles, two side dishes, and a soup were on the table.
Yan Man wiped her hands with a damp cloth, a gentle smile on her face.
“Mr. Bai, don’t mind the simple fare. I was a bit rushed, so I just made some noodles with gravy and a couple of small dishes. This soup I simmered this afternoon—it’s fresh!”
“I’m so grateful, Sister Yan. It’s truly been so long since I’ve had home-style cooking like this!”
Bai Jinghong smiled back.
“You come from a wealthy family. You must usually eat rare delicacies; you probably don’t get many chances to eat such ordinary meals.”
“Try it. I believe the taste won’t disappoint you!” Yan Man had relaxed a little, losing the initial stiffness she had when they first met.
For some reason, she felt an unusual closeness to this handsome young man.
It was a strange feeling she couldn’t quite explain.
But only Bai Jinghong knew the reason—it was the effect of the system-granted title, “Legacy of Wei Wu.”
After all, that title was specifically targeted at young married women and wives.
Yan Man was the textbook definition of a mature woman + wife. Naturally, she would be drawn to him.
Even though the title’s level wasn’t high yet, it was already having some effect.
“Well then, let’s dig in!”
Bai Jinghong used a common phrase from those island nation shows, then stirred the gravy and noodles together.
One mouthful, and it was truly satisfying.
It had to be said, Yan Man’s cooking was very bueno!
“Sister Yan, your culinary skills are incredible!” Bai Jinghong praised.
Yan Man’s smile lingered. “Eat more if you like it!”
So saying, she ladled out a bowl of corn and pork rib soup for him.
Bai Jinghong responded with a smile, but a small doubt lingered in his mind.
According to the plot, Yan Man’s life wasn’t supposed to be going well. How was it that she seemed to be living quite comfortably now?
It seemed likely that either it was because he’d intervened in the plot early, or the “not going well” part referred to external factors.
He’d still need to have someone look into it.
Watching Bai Jinghong eat with such gusto made Yan Man happy too. She really wanted to take this chance to ask about her missing son’s whereabouts but thought better of it, deciding not to bring it up during the meal.
So Yan Man held back, planning to ask after dinner.
She settled onto the sofa, rubbing her own shoulder.
After a long while, Yan Man’s gaze inadvertently swept over to the computer in the living room.
Her heart immediately skipped a beat.
Wasn’t the computer supposed to be off? Why was it on now?
On it were…
Realizing that Bai Jinghong seemed to have been on the computer, Yan Man’s breathing became ragged.
What if Bai Jinghong had seen her browsing history for those items, or those videos saved on the desktop? Wouldn’t that be mortifying!
But it was something Yan Man couldn’t very well ask about.
She could only hold onto a sliver of hope in her heart.
But in the next second, a pair of warm hands touched her shoulders.
Bai Jinghong had appeared behind her at some point, his hands resting on her shoulders, gently massaging.
“Sister Yan, cooking was hard work. Thanks for the meal. Let me rub your shoulders for you!”
Yan Man’s body reflexively twitched, wanting to pull away.
But Bai Jinghong seemed to hold her in place; she couldn’t move.
“Mr. Bai, you…”
Bai Jinghong laughed lightly. “Sister Yan, did you want to ask about the computer?”
“That was bad of me. I shouldn’t have touched your computer without your permission.”
“At first, I was just thinking of using it to log into my account and contact a friend.”
Bai Jinghong deliberately poked at this sore spot. He knew Yan Man would absolutely never ask, but he brought it up anyway.
“Ah~” Yan Man covered her mouth, a gasp escaping. Her face instantly flushed deep red.
Her chest heaved up and down violently from the extreme tension.
And Bai Jinghong, standing behind her from that angle, had a clear, high-angle view down her thin T-shirt collar, directly seeing those two little beans.
This temptation would instantly defeat ninety percent of men.
“Madam, you seem very sensitive…”
Bai Jinghong no longer called her Sister Yan, switching straight to a classic phrase from those island nation shows.
“Mr… Mr. Bai, what are you doing…”
Yan Man’s breath suddenly became ragged, wanting to flee.
But how could she be a match for Bai Jinghong?
He pressed down on her shoulder, spun around, and sat directly on the sofa beside her.
“Sister Yan, why such a big reaction? I’m just helping you rub your shoulders.”
“I… I…” Yan Man was still extremely uncomfortable, her face scarlet. Her legs rubbed together, shifting away.
A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of Bai Jinghong’s mouth. “Sister Yan, I’ll have news on your son’s whereabouts very soon!”
“You wouldn’t want me to suddenly give up the search now, would you?”
Hearing this, Yan Man’s body jolted.
That line—why did it sound so familiar? It was exactly like a classic line from one of those small movies on her computer.
Taking advantage of the moment, Bai Jinghong grabbed Yan Man’s delicate hand and pulled her towards him.
Yan Man let out a gasp, tumbling right into Bai Jinghong!
Inside the living room, a scene that would make anyone blush and their heart race unfolded.
Bai Jinghong leaned against the sofa, Yan Man sprawled entirely in his arms.
Her arms were propped against his chest, but her proud peaks pressed firmly against him.
“Oh~ Mm~…”
Yan Man subconsciously made those blood-boiling sounds.
Realizing how inappropriate her sounds were, Yan Man hurriedly covered her mouth.
But losing the support of her arms, she was now completely lying in Bai Jinghong’s embrace.
“Sister Yan, Chen Jianbin has been gone for so long… it’s been many years since you’ve been properly loved, hasn’t it?”
The already intimate living room, combined with such provocative words, instantly pushed the hormones in the air to a critical point.
Yan Man’s breath came in quick gasps, wafts of fragrant air hitting his face.
Bai Jinghong held Yan Man close, his restless hands beginning to roam.
“Oh~ Mm… N… No… don’t…”
