Chapter 189: Mother and Daughter’s Revenge

At these words, the entire bedroom fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Xun’s mouth hung open, but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. He couldn’t utter a single word.

’How could he possibly explain?’

The truth was staring him in the face—he really had gotten involved with both mother and daughter.

Chen Xiafang had wanted to offer an explanation, but when she looked up and met her daughter Mi Ting’s sharp, serious gaze, she panicked. She couldn’t stop her eyes from darting away.

She knew her daughter, Mi Ting, had been involved with Yang Xun long before her. She, the mother, had only gotten together with him afterward.

To put it bluntly, how was she any different from the "other woman" meddling in her own daughter’s relationship?

At this thought, Chen Xiafang was so ashamed she wished the ground would swallow her whole. How could she possibly have the nerve to explain anything?

Seeing both Yang Xun and her mother fall silent, Mi Ting’s heart sank. In that instant, she understood everything.

’No denial... That means they’re admitting it!’

In that moment, Mi Ting’s emotional defenses completely shattered, and a buzzing filled her head.

’She and her own mother... were sharing the same man!’

The absurdity of it all felt like a boulder crushing her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her heart ached as if a knife were twisting inside it.

Mi Ting didn’t scream or shout, nor did she press them for answers. With her eyes rimmed in red, she silently stood up from the bathing tub. She stepped out, grabbed a towel to wrap around her soaked body, picked up her clothes, and walked briskly out of the bedroom without a backward glance.

CREAK!

The door slid open, then shut.

A moment later, Yang Cai’s confused voice drifted in from the courtyard.

"Sister Ting, is the massage over already? Hey, your hair isn’t even dry. Where are you going?"

"I... I’m just going out for some air."

Mi Ting’s voice held an unconcealable tremor, followed by the sound of the main gate opening and closing.

After Mi Ting left, only Yang Xun and Chen Xiafang remained in the bedroom.

The air was thick with a suffocating awkwardness.

"Sigh... The truth always comes out in the end."

As if all her strength had been drained, Chen Xiafang looked utterly desolate. Her body went limp, slumping down in the bathing tub as the black medicinal water rose past her chest. Tears plopped into the dark liquid.

Seeing Chen Xiafang’s heartbroken state, Yang Xun felt a pang of unease. He quickly stepped forward and pulled her voluptuous, soft body into a tight embrace. He wanted to comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, he was at a loss for words, unsure how to fix this dreadful situation.

"Xiaoxun, please go..."

After a moment, Chen Xiafang gently pushed against Yang Xun’s chest, her voice choked with sobs. "I want to be alone."

Yang Xun looked at her red-rimmed eyes and sighed softly. He knew words were useless right now, so he just nodded. "Okay, Auntie, don’t overthink it. I’ll find a way to explain things to Sister Ting."

With that, Yang Xun stepped out of the tub, quickly dried off, got dressed, and left the room.

After leaving the bedroom, Yang Xun intended to find Mi Ting and explain everything immediately. But when he rushed out into the courtyard, both Mi Ting and Yang Cai were gone. It seemed Mi Ting had taken Yang Cai with her and left.

"What a mess!"

Yang Xun ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

However, he had important business to attend to. He could only push the tangled mess at home to the back of his mind for now.

That afternoon, Yang Xun went alone to the old Jinhu Garden residential complex to scope the place out.

He didn’t approach Building Three directly. Instead, he found a hidden corner to secretly observe any activity from Apartment 502.

He stayed there, watching, until well after nine o’clock at night.

In the dead of night, a familiar black Audi Q7 slowly drove into the complex.

Xie Haitao’s corpulent figure emerged from the car and furtively went upstairs.

About fifteen minutes later, Xie Haitao reappeared, now holding a long, rectangular brocade box. From its shape, it was clearly a valuable piece of calligraphy or a painting.

Xie Haitao carefully placed the brocade box in the trunk and drove off.

Hidden in the shadows, Yang Xun didn’t try to get a closer look or stop him. He was worried that making a move now would tip off his target. Since Xie Haitao was still retrieving things from there, it meant the roomful of antique art, cash, and gold bars was still safely stashed inside Apartment 502!

Having figured out the situation, Yang Xun immediately pulled out his phone and called Yue Feifei.

"Hey, Feifei, I’ve confirmed it. The stuff is still at the old place!" Yang Xun got straight to the point.

On the other end of the line, Yue Feifei grew excited. "That’s great! So when do we make our move?"

After a brief discussion, the two decided to make their move tomorrow night, using the cover of darkness to move all the illicit goods.

After hanging up, Yang Xun thought for a moment before dialing Huang Qi’s number.

They were going to hit Xie Haitao’s "treasury" tomorrow. He had to find out what Xie Haitao had been up to lately.

When Huang Qi answered Yang Xun’s call, her voice trembled with excitement. She immediately invited him over to her massage parlor.

Since Yang Xun also wanted to gather some intel, he hailed a cab and headed straight for Huang Qi’s massage parlor.

Arriving at the massage parlor, Yang Xun confidently made his way to Huang Qi’s private office on the second floor.

The moment he pushed the door open, Yang Xun was captivated by the sight before him.

Huang Qi had clearly dressed up for the occasion. She wore an extremely tight-fitting, black silk cheongsam with a high slit that perfectly showcased her fiery, S-shaped curves.

The slit of the cheongsam ran almost to the top of her thigh, revealing a pair of seductive black lace garter stockings underneath. Paired with a set of sky-high red heels, every step she took exuded the deadly allure of a mature woman.

On top of that, she wore heavy, seductive makeup with fiery red lips. With every glance, she looked like a succubus who could steal a man’s soul and not look back.

CLICK!

Yang Xun locked the office door behind him. He strode forward and pulled Huang Qi’s soft, fiery body into his arms. His hands roamed shamelessly over her as a wicked grin spread across his face. "Well, babe, dressed to kill tonight, are we?"

Huang Qi melted into his embrace, her arms looping around his neck. She whispered coquettishly, her breath warm, "I heard you were coming, so I changed and did my makeup just for you. How do I look?"

"Absolutely stunning!"

Yang Xun chuckled, no longer able to contain the fire inside him. He lowered his head and crushed his lips against her fiery red ones.

"Mmph..."

Huang Qi responded with equal passion. Like dry tinder meeting a flame, they instantly ignited, and an intense battle was about to begin.

Amidst soft moans, articles of clothing went flying, scattering to every corner of the office until no secrets remained between them...

...

「Meanwhile」

When Mi Ting returned home that evening, she didn’t speak much to Chen Xiafang. She went straight to her room and locked herself inside.

But once in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Her mind was a chaotic mess. Every time she closed her eyes, the scene from the bathing tub that afternoon flooded her thoughts.

’She never imagined that her own mother, the person she depended on most, would also be sleeping with Yang Xun!’

’Mother and daughter... had given themselves to the same man!’

The more she thought about it, the more absurd and bizarre it seemed. Mi Ting had no idea how she was supposed to face her mother after this.

But slowly, as the night grew quiet, Mi Ting’s emotions began to settle.

She thought about how hard her mother had had it over the years.

Her father had died young, and her mother had raised her all by herself, enduring countless hardships. For all these years, to avoid making her daughter feel slighted, her mother had never sought out another man, forcing herself through endless lonely days and nights.

’But every woman has physical and emotional needs!’

’Her mother was a normal woman, too. She also needed a man’s shoulder to lean on and his affection.’

’Besides...’

Mi Ting gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

’Yang Xun was already married; he was the Xu Family’s live-in son-in-law. He wasn’t her legitimate boyfriend to begin with. In a way, wasn’t she also the "other woman," forced to stay in the shadows?’

’What right did she have to stand on some moral high ground and judge her mother?’

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Just then, a soft knock came at the door.

"Who is it?" Mi Ting sat up, asking warily.

Chen Xiafang’s tearful voice came from outside the door. "Tingting, it’s Mom..."

Mi Ting sighed, got up, and opened the door.

Chen Xiafang’s eyes were red and swollen, a clear sign she had been crying for a long time. She had finally mustered the courage to explain things to her daughter.

Seeing the anxious, guilty, and even slightly fawning, pleading look on her mother’s face, Mi Ting’s heart instantly softened.

She suddenly felt that running off without a word that afternoon had been too cruel.

’Her mother had been alone for so many years, lonely at heart. Plus, not only was Yang Xun a brilliant doctor, but his prowess in... *that department*... was ridiculously powerful. Even she had fallen for him and couldn’t escape. How could her mother, a widow who’d been alone for so long, possibly resist?’

"Mom, come in and talk."

Mi Ting took Chen Xiafang’s hand and led her into the room.

The two sat down on the edge of the bed. Mi Ting asked softly, "Mom, you and Yang Xun... When did it happen?"

Seeing that her daughter wasn’t furious, Chen Xiafang breathed a small sigh of relief. Blushing, she confessed everything—how Yang Xun had been treating her illness and how she’d been unable to resist temptation.

With everything out in the open, the mother and daughter decided to have a heart-to-heart.

What began with awkwardness and embarrassment gradually turned into mutual understanding. The more the two women talked, the more at ease and cheerful they became, until they had forgotten all about their earlier unpleasantness.

As they talked, the topic eventually drifted to the medicinal bath they had taken together that afternoon.

"Mom," Mi Ting asked through gritted teeth, her face flushing, "this afternoon in the tub, did that bastard Yang Xun... touch you under the water, too?"

Chen Xiafang froze, her beautiful eyes widening in shock. "He... He touched you, too?! I thought he was only touching me! I was so scared I didn’t dare to breathe!"

"That bastard!" Mi Ting slapped her thigh in anger. "I thought he was only touching me, too! Turns out he had a hand on each of us, playing us for fools!"

At that, it dawned on both of them. Yang Xun had been brazenly toying with them!

Suddenly, a glint appeared in Mi Ting’s eye. She looked at Chen Xiafang and asked, "Mom, do you want to get some revenge on that guy?"

Chen Xiafang blinked, then subconsciously asked, "How?"

A mischievous grin spread across Mi Ting’s pure, pretty face. She leaned close to Chen Xiafang’s ear and said in an incredibly bold whisper, "We’ll do it together... and drain that bastard dry!!"