Chapter 19: Rich Woman Seeking a Son for a Large Reward
Lin Xuan finished posting and looked with satisfaction at the “salty” replies jumping in the comment section. He took a sip of coffee and clicked to delete the post.
How pleasant.
Before he could enjoy this swelling joy for a moment longer, he received a message from Jiang Zhaosheng.
【Are you free tonight?】
What does it feel like to receive an unexpected pleasant surprise?
It was hard for Lin Xuan to describe the feeling at this moment… His head was spinning with surprise. Could a person really get so much in just one day?
It was like an office worker winning the lottery, only to be stopped by a luxury car on the way to claim the prize. A group of bodyguards in black suits stepped out of the car, stood in a row, and bowed deeply:
“Young Master, we have finally found you.”
Lin Xuan was that office worker right now.
He typed several typos before successfully sending:
【Yes, yes, I am.】
Jiang Zhaosheng replied almost instantly, sending an address to a residential complex.
As if afraid Lin Xuan wouldn’t know what they were going to do, he added another sentence—
【My house ;)】
The sky had not yet darkened, and there was still a long time before the appointment with Jiang Zhaosheng.
The lucky protagonist, Lin Xuan, didn’t know how to vent the wild joy in his heart. He somewhat regretted deleting that “secretly gloating” post too early.
As a hacker, he wasn’t worried about his forum identity being traced, so he simply started another thread:
Anonymous Chat Section > Literary Creation City
Topic: 【What do you guys think Zhaozhao’s life is like as a mother?】
I want to read some stepson literature 🙂
1L
Don’t be a leecher. Post pictures first. Have you forgotten the format? Where is the cat picture for the main post?
OP
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2L
I feel like he’s the type who buys groceries and takes the kids to school every day, wears his clothes properly with buttons fastened to his neck, and has super low skin exposure—a hardworking, good mother w.
3L
I don’t think so… Being a housewife is too tiring; it’s impossible to maintain oneself so well. I feel like he’s the type of “bad cat” who would randomly take a high-slit leg photo for a “Rich Woman Seeking a Son” ad to trick people’s hearts and bodies, then use the money to buy luxury brands.
4L (Hot)
Let’s have some—Bad Woman and Dog literature:
Your stepmother is a very, very gentle person. Even though he’s a Beta, he’s very supple and looks younger than you. Whether he’s teaching you or calling you to eat, he always speaks softly, as if he never loses his temper. Using his indulgence as an excuse, you stay out late, skip school, organize group fights, and talk back to teachers. Your grades plummet and are soon found out by your father. You think your gentle stepmother will plead for you, but you see the normally good-tempered man weeping before your father:
“I’m sorry, but I really can’t manage him…”
What is he saying? You see your father take the person who is crying like a painting into his arms and throw an ashtray at you, telling you to get out. You leave home with blood on your forehead. After talking with your group of bad friends, you realize you’ve been tricked—he’s messing with you.
After drinking some alcohol, the fire in your heart grows stronger. You think of the way he cried in that man’s arms, like pear blossoms in the rain. Who knew that pitiful look was fake… He just won’t look at you; he must be feeling guilty, right? You can’t even get angry because of that appearance. At this time, the old man is probably doing X to him, right?
Thinking of this, you become even angrier. Fuck, so kicking you out was just to make it easier for the old man to get down to business?!
You can guess what’s happening at home right now even if you use your toes to think. You almost forgot, Zhaozhao is your father’s legal wife.
The friends around you see your face getting worse and worse and offer advice: you must defeat the evil “stepmother.” You sneer and agree.
Late at night, you go to a convenience store near your house. Under the clerk’s somewhat strange gaze, you sweep the blue or red small boxes next to the gum at the checkout counter into a plastic bag.
Zhaozhao, you asked for this.
Years of experience skipping school allow you to easily flip over the wall and pass through the back garden of your home. You used to play with the locks on the French windows when you were a kid; they aren’t hard to pry.
Click.
It’s simply the right time, right place, and right people—Father is not here. Zhaozhao is lying alone on the King-size bed, his cheeks flushed with a faint pink hue. His long hair has just been washed and is still a bit damp, looking as beautiful as precious silk under the moonlight.
His lips are a bit swollen. Usually, they look like they have lip gloss on, but tonight it looks like it’s been smudged… His breathing is shallow. He’s wearing cross-collar pajamas with a thin quilt over his chest, and the shadows at his collarbones are very, very deep.
Anger becomes a catalyst for some kind of wicked thought. Usually, you think his appearance is innocent and cute, but right now, no matter how you look at it, he looks like he needs a man’s discipline. The fire in your heart grows hotter. You make some noise and sit at the head of the bed. You know the blood on your forehead has coagulated and looks scary, perfect for playing the role of this bad stepmother’s bedside ghost.
Your stepmother’s jewel-like blue eyes look over in shock. A gasp is suppressed as he asks why you are here.
The dream is completely shattered. Zhaozhao sneers and lays his cards on the table. A soft throw pillow hits your face—it doesn’t hurt, but it’s humiliating enough.
He tells you to get out.
Zhaozhao finally realizes you’ve gone mad. He doesn’t continue hitting you but props himself up to leave the bed. You catch the pillow falling from your face and can see his slender, jade-white ankles.
“You were just scolded. Don’t act like such a spoiled young master.”
Why doesn’t he understand? Are you angry because you were scolded by your worthless father?
You are angry because you found out the person you like actually hates you.
Zhaozhao’s gentleness and ambiguity were actually faked… Then you might as well stop pretending and show your hand.
You are a student athlete. In three steps, you embrace him from behind, ignoring his kicks and punches, and kick the door shut with one foot.
The long hair on the back of the neck of the person in your arms carries a strong fragrance, swirling at the tip of your nose. You half-drag and half-carry him back to the original spot. Zhaozhao accidentally kicks the plastic bag from the convenience store on the floor, making a loud noise.
He looks down, and after seeing what’s inside, his face turns completely white.
So, how much does Zhaozhao disgust you? Is it that unacceptable? There have been too many blows today. You are angry to the extreme and have become numb. You even have the time to stroke his head as if comforting a child.
“You have to use them all up.”
When the sky is getting light, you see your own back in the dressing mirror—it’s covered in bloody scratches, even looking like some kind of totem.
You lift Jiang Zhaosheng’s weakly hanging wrist—your flesh and blood are under his fingernails.
But it doesn’t matter. From today onward, you will have a perfectly obedient Jiang Zhaosheng.
After that day, the status subtly changed. When your cheap father came back, Zhaozhao couldn’t wait to cling to him and stay together all day. He was terrified of you. Even if you just touched his hair, he would shudder. Wrapping strands of black hair around your fingers again and again, Jiang Zhaosheng looks at you pitifully with those blue-green eyes: “Your father is still here.”
You let go and stroke the back of his head. There is disgust in his eyes, but he bows his head to you.
When the old man returns, you pull away again, returning to a polite and distant safety distance with Jiang Zhaosheng.
“…Are you staying home tonight, Husband?”
The blind old man seems unable to see the despair in his wife’s eyes. He takes out a bank card to comfort him, unaware that the person in his arms is frequently looking at the young man on the other end of the sofa, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed, never relaxing for a moment.
(Top Comment): To be x-ed into xxx by a rebellious son, so pitiful.
…
Lin Xuan came out of the bathroom, carrying a chill.
Damn… if I had known, I wouldn’t have posted.
The others behind the forum were venting to their heart’s content, while he still had to face the real person.
He was definitely not going to touch himself before seeing Zhaozhao tonight.
There was still half an hour before the appointed time. Lin Xuan tried on a floor full of clothes before finally picking the most energetic-looking hoodie and driving toward the destination.
The address Jiang Zhaosheng gave was a high-end residential complex with plenty of parking spaces. Lin Xuan pressed the doorbell nervously. Soon, the sound of approaching footsteps came from inside.
The door opened. Jiang Zhaosheng was wearing a pair of thin silver-framed glasses. Having finished work, he had changed into a comfortable dark gray lounge set. His long hair was casually tied up, and a few stray strands fell over his elegantly lined swan neck. He looked completely different from his usual cold image and was even holding a cat in his arms.
“You’re here. Come in.”
This appearance, so different from school, made Lin Xuan’s heart skip a beat. He felt a secret excitement at being allowed to glimpse the other party’s other side.
“Teacher Jiang…”
“Close the door.”
After seeing the setup inside, Lin Xuan was stunned. The living room floor was covered with a dense array of data cables and manuscript papers, and there were several split-screen computers. Jiang Zhaosheng put the cat in the bedroom and returned to his position. The blue light from the screen made his expression look a bit cold.
“Plug your equipment into the third port on the left. I’ve already isolated and disguised the internal network.”
Lin Xuan did as he was told before even figuring out the situation.
Teacher Jiang not only knew he was coming, but… his hacker identity, which he thought was well-hidden, was actually no secret in the other party’s eyes.
“Curious how I knew?” Jiang Zhaosheng handed him a folder. “Code name ‘Ghost.’ Your technique is very beautiful.”
Lin Xuan opened the folder and was horrified: this was a hacker competition he had participated in anonymously. How did Teacher Jiang know?!
“Don’t worry. I looked for you only because I need your skills. To prepare for our ‘weekend’ activity.”
Jiang Zhaosheng took the ring off his ring finger and placed it on the table. Before Lin Xuan’s heart could sink, he heard him explain:
“This can’t just be a physical symbol. It must contain something.”
Lin Xuan looked hesitantly at the information in his hand, instinctively feeling that this might be very dangerous.
Jiang Zhaosheng suddenly placed his hand on Lin Xuan’s shoulder from behind. Lin Xuan felt his shoulder sink slightly—Jiang Zhaosheng had actually rested his chin on his shoulder.
“Their defense system is very interesting. I need an assistant to cut into their internal logs from the flank—of course, I will handle the main breach.”
The fragrance from the hair, the cold frames of the glasses, the deep and pleasant voice by his ear… Not a single one of his five senses wasn’t being seduced. Lin Xuan nodded at a high frequency in small movements, his face turning red enough to bleed.
“…I’ll try.”
His throat was a bit tight. Jiang Zhaosheng happily squeezed his hand, a touch that was gone in an instant.
“Then I’ll leave it to you.”
Lin Xuan sat in his position facing the screen. Before calming his mood, he took one last look at Jiang Zhaosheng—the Beta was as beautiful as an oil painting. His blue-green eyes took on an inorganic feel under the cold light of the screen. His full upper lip was slightly pursed, and his low-tied hair curled at the ends like the tail feathers of a bird.
Regarding that topic on the forum, Lin Xuan finally had his own answer—Jiang Zhaosheng might… not be a “good mother,” but…
Who wouldn’t want to be Zhaozhao’s dog?
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