After finally managing to swallow the semen, Song Lianwei shot a resentful glance at Xu Ruizhi, who was pretending to sleep nearby, cursing him inwardly: You bastard, are you a donkey? You shot out so much—I almost choked to death.
Then, looking up at Yang Zhurou, who wore a worried expression, Song Lianwei feigned weakness, lowering her voice and pretending to speak hoarsely, stammering, "It's... it's nothing... I... I just... choked... on... on... saliva..."
Talking like this is so annoying! Song Lianwei screamed inwardly.
She glared at Xu Ruizhi, who was lying nearby with his eyes closed, playing dead. You had your fun, but now I have to clean up your mess.
Just you wait, I'll find a chance to deal with you later!
"Talk less. You need rest now. It's already past midnight—why aren't you asleep yet?"
Yang Zhurou gently tucked in Song Lianwei's thin blanket while softly chiding her. As she pulled the blanket over Song Lianwei, that strange smell grew even stronger, filling her with an ominous premonition.
She vaguely felt as though she had overlooked something…
It was like… like she had lost something extremely important.
Yes, that was exactly the feeling!
Yang Zhurou strained to recall every detail of what she had just experienced, when a sudden flash of insight crossed her mind.
That strange smell seemed to be coming from…
Yang Zhurou's eyes widened abruptly, her gaze fixed intently on Xu Ruizhi and Song Lianwei.
They… they…
"Can't… sleep…" Song Lianwei, unaware of Yang Zhurou's strange reaction, continued pretending to be weak as she answered softly.
Yang Zhurou pursed her lips. Maybe I'm overthinking it. After all… Lianwei and Ruirui have such a big age gap. It shouldn't be possible.
Besides, I know Lianwei's personality better than anyone—she's extremely conservative and traditional. She even told me during our conversations that she absolutely refuses to engage in premarital sex.
Even her clothes are very modest. Aside from her fuller chest, she hardly reveals any skin elsewhere.
Someone like Lianwei shouldn't do anything inappropriate with Ruirui, right?
And Ruirui is only fifteen—still a child.
Probably…
She shook her head, pushing the chaotic thoughts out of her mind, and turned her attention elsewhere to distract herself.
Suddenly!!!
Yang Zhurou spotted a diaper in the trash can, lying face down, with faint traces of something dark red seeping through. What is this…?
Yang Zhurou's pupils dilated in shock as she stared incredulously at the diaper in the trash can. This… this diaper is the one I just changed for Song Lianwei, isn't it?
How did it end up in the trash can?
Could it be…?
Yang Zhurou couldn't help but turn to look at Song Lianwei on the hospital bed, her heart clenching painfully.
She turned back, trembling as she walked to the trash can, bent down, slowly extended her right hand, and carefully picked up the diaper.
Seeing this, Song Lianwei was instantly terrified, but it was too late to stop Yang Zhurou.
It's over!!!
Song Lianwei closed her eyes.
She hadn't expected Yang Zhurou's observational skills to be so sharp. She had deliberately hidden the inside of the diaper, and most people would probably assume the faint traces of dark red were just urine if they saw them.
But she actually…
Yang Zhurou's hands trembled as she pinched the outside of the diaper and slowly flipped it open.
When she saw the few bright red bloodstains inside the diaper, Yang Zhurou's mind suddenly went blank with a loud "buzz," and her entire body froze as if petrified.
Xu Ruizhi was also stunned at this moment, thinking to himself: It's over! Mom's insight is way too sharp, isn't it? How could she even notice this?!!!
Doesn't Mom have single-track mind syndrome?
Wait…
Maybe it's precisely because of her single-track mind syndrome that Mom's observational skills are extraordinary.
But it's too late to think about that now. Xu Ruizhi decided to confess honestly.
But… he needed to put his pants on first…
Yang Zhurou tightly clutched the diaper, her expression complex and inscrutable. She turned around, her gaze shifting uncertainly between Song Lianwei and Xu Ruizhi for a long moment before finally settling on Song Lianwei. Her voice was slightly hoarse as she asked, "Lianwei, tell me, what is going on?"
Song Lianwei bit her lip, inwardly cursing herself for being so careless. She should have just let Ruizhi throw the diaper away earlier.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. Steeling herself, Song Lianwei forced a raspy voice and replied, "That... well... actually... this... is mine... I... I..."
"Don't tell me you're on your period!!!" Yang Zhurou finally couldn't hold back any longer, erupting in a furious roar.
Her heart was in turmoil. On one hand, the age gap between them was too large—she simply couldn't accept the idea of Ruizhi and Lianwei doing something so absurd. On the other hand, she refused to admit that her heart was breaking.
The son she had painstakingly raised for so many years had suddenly been taken away by another woman, and that woman happened to be her childhood friend and confidante who had shared both joys and hardships with her. This was nothing short of heart-wrenching for Yang Zhurou.
If it were anyone else, they might have just cried and made a scene, at most forbidding Song Lianwei and Xu Ruizhi from being together and cutting ties.
But Yang Zhurou was different.
She harbored an inexplicable possessiveness toward Xu Ruizhi—a love that transcended the bounds of motherly affection, more like a distorted obsession.
Thus, Yang Zhurou was now both furious and grief-stricken.
"Zhurou, let me explain..." Seeing Yang Zhurou's pale, beautiful face, Song Lianwei decided to drop the act of weakness. She looked at Yang Zhurou, her tone urgent and placating. "Sit down, and I'll slowly tell you what happened. Please calm down first."
"Your... throat doesn't hurt anymore?" Yang Zhurou asked, somewhat surprised after hearing Song Lianwei's words.
Song Lianwei coughed lightly twice, touched her throat, and smiled. "It's been fine for a while now. I was just pretending earlier."
"You little brat, you knew I was worried about you, and you still lied to me!!!"
Yang Zhurou was furious, glaring fiercely at Song Lianwei. At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder how Song Lianwei had recovered so quickly. After all, the side effects of sleeping pills were significant, especially since Song Lianwei had taken a large dose—the side effects should have been even more severe.
Yet, she had only been gone for two or three hours. How had this girl recovered so fast?
However, with a bellyful of anger burning inside her, Yang Zhurou didn't have the energy to investigate further. She simply kept a stern face, threw Song Lianwei's diaper into the trash can, and walked straight to Xu Ruizhi's bedside.
"Xu!"
"Rui!"
"Zhi!!!"
There was no expected rage or hysteria. Yang Zhurou merely called Xu Ruizhi's full name calmly, without even a hint of anger in her voice.
Yet beneath that calm tone lay a chilling frost and suppressed tension.
Xu Ruizhi sensed the approaching danger. Without bothering to put on his pants, he scrambled to sit up on the edge of the bed, looking at Yang Zhurou with trepidation.
"Mom..." Xu Ruizhi called out timidly, his heart pounding like thunder, overwhelmed with nervousness and uncertainty.
Yang Zhurou stared at Xu Ruizhi, her anger instantly boiling over. She glanced downward and noticed he was still covered by a thin blanket, so she reached out with both hands and yanked it away.
Then, Xu Ruizhi lay completely exposed before Yang Zhurou's eyes.
"You..." Yang Zhurou's eyes widened in disbelief as she pointed at Xu Ruizhi.
Seeing the limp but still roughly fourteen-centimeter-long flesh worm dangling below, Yang Zhurou froze completely. Then, snapping back to reality, her face flushed crimson with a mix of embarrassment and fury.
She never expected this brat to be wearing no underwear—no pants was one thing, but this...
Which meant this little rascal had just finished doing that sort of thing before she returned! And when she suddenly came back, the little scoundrel must have been so scared he immediately hid under the covers, leaving no time to put on pants?
So when Lianwei choked on saliva earlier, could it have been...
That drop of milky white...
At the time, she had thought it was just saliva or something, never even considering that possibility.
But who would have thought...
"You two were having quite the fun, weren't you!"
Yang Zhurou laughed bitterly in her rage. The thought that Xu Ruizhi had secretly tasted forbidden fruit with her best friend behind her back made her feel betrayed—wounded, heartbroken, and with a hint of jealousy rising in her heart.
"I... Mom..." Xu Ruizhi stammered for a while but couldn't find the right words to explain.
There was simply no way to explain this.
Because he and Song Lianwei had indeed been intimate.
And even if he told the truth, things would likely only get worse.
First, he would be asked: "You didn't know this was a dual cultivation technique?" Secondly, Mom would probably—no, definitely—guess who the original dual cultivation partner was...
In short, the more he tried to explain, the worse it would look.
He absolutely couldn't say anything! At least not now.
Yang Zhurou watched Xu Ruizhi's stammering, especially with that large flesh worm still exposed below, and her face flushed even redder with shame.
If it were erect, how long would it be? How on earth did Lianwei manage to fit something so big inside her?
Instantly, her mind flooded with all sorts of inappropriate images, making her heart race wildly.
"Put your clothes on!" Yang Zhurou forced herself to regain her composure and coldly ordered Xu Ruizhi.
Xu Ruizhi didn't dare disobey. Ignoring the two beautiful women still in the room, he hurriedly grabbed his underwear and pants and swiftly pulled them on...
Once Xu Ruizhi was fully dressed, Yang Zhurou's gaze fell on Song Lianwei, who was silently hanging her head beside them.
"Lianwei, what exactly is going on?" Yang Zhurou's expression darkened as she demanded, "You must give me an explanation for today's events!!"
Xu Ruizhi glanced at his mother's expression and felt his heart sink. He quickly stepped in front of Song Lianwei, shielding her from Yang Zhurou's line of sight, and pleaded, "Mom, please calm down. It's my fault, all my fault."
Seeing her precious son shielding Lianwei like this, Yang Zhurou's anger flared even hotter, and her jealousy boiled over. She pushed Xu Ruizhi aside and snapped at him without thinking, "Get out of the way!!!"
Get out～～!!!!!
Of the way～～!!!!!
The words "get away" echoed incessantly in Xu Ruizhi's ears, as if countless curses were entwined around his body, suffocating him and causing his heart to convulse several times.
Ever since his birth, Yang Zhurou had always cherished him, holding him in the palm of her hand. This was the first time she had treated him so harshly.
Xu Ruizhi's mood instantly plummeted to rock bottom. His face turned pale, overwhelmed by pain, regret, guilt, and shame—a torrent of negative emotions flooding his chest, ultimately dissolving into a heavy sigh. Then, he slowly uttered, "I'll get out, I'll get out!!!"
With that, Xu Ruizhi turned and walked toward the door, closing it behind him.
Aunt Song was still completely naked, and he didn't want anyone else to see her like that—after all, he'd be the one losing out in the end.
"Bang!!!"
"Rui…"
Watching Xu Ruizhi's figure disappear from sight, Yang Zhurong's nose suddenly stung. In truth, the moment the words "get out" left her lips, she had already regretted it. It was the first time she had ever scolded her son so harshly.
But…
Song Lianwei frowned deeply as she watched Xu Ruizhi walk away. She looked up at Yang Zhurong and said coldly, "You've never yelled at him before. Well done—now you've completely broken his heart."
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