“Mom.” Ji Haotong’s voice interrupted the other person, a strange expression crossing his face as he raised his hand, pointing at the girl on the screen.
“You’re trying to say that the girl in Jiang Chi’s arms from the Jiang family is my little brother, right?”
“Just think about it, that’s impossible. My little brother is 183 cm tall, but the girl Jiang Chi is holding looks no taller than 165 cm. If it were a tall, mature woman, I might suspect it was my little brother cross-dressing, but with such a height difference—unless they sawed off his legs.”
“Besides, Mom, don’t you always boast about being a genius? Isn’t it possible that the girl in Jiang Chi’s arms is also a genius, just like you used to be, fighting her way through every challenge and knocking down that predetermined champion?”
“I…” Huang Qingchuan opened her mouth to say something, but as soon as her eyes glanced at the girl in Jiang Chi’s arms on the screen, she quickly regained composure. Then, covering her face with both hands, she sighed.
“Old problem acting up again.”
“When I get emotional, my mood gets unstable. Tongtong, please forgive me.”
“Should I call a doctor?” Ji Haotong immediately changed his earlier skeptical tone and asked with concern.
“It’s nothing, just an old issue.” Huang Qingchuan waved her hand, noticing the worried look on Ji Haotong’s face and reassuring him, “Don’t worry, this illness doesn’t affect my health much. I still eat and drink as usual.”
Hearing this, Ji Haotong exhaled a long breath but still seemed somewhat uneasy. “Mom, what exactly is this illness?”
“I can’t explain it clearly either.” Huang Qingchuan thought for a moment and scratched her head. “Back then, I just liked to have fun, to rebel, and to seek attention. Like in high school, I loved it when people called me ‘Big Sister Boss,’ it made me feel important; or later when I played the piano—after each performance, receiving thunderous applause from the audience, I felt immense satisfaction and accomplishment.”
“At that time, I was definitely a bad girl—dyed red hair, always holding a steel pipe, hanging out on the streets, scaring people I didn’t like. Your dad was just a shy little boy then. I scared him several times, even once made him cry.”
At this, Huang Qingchuan seemed to recall some fond memories, a smile involuntarily appearing at the corner of her lips.
But Ji Haotong was utterly shocked.
His dad? Ji Hong?
A shy little boy??
And even got bullied into tears???
Connecting that to the man he remembered—dressed all in black, strict and decisive, never cracking a smile… Ugh! It was so incongruous!
“Your dad really was a shy little boy back then, not only shy but pure-hearted and kind.” Huang Qingchuan glanced at her astonished and disbelieving eldest son and continued explaining.
“But under my influence, he’s now an excellent and reliable Dom—confident, strong-willed, elegant, and commanding. He even knows how to make a disobedient little naughty cat behave.”
As she spoke, the beautiful woman’s dark grape-like eyes revealed a trace of dependence and adoration.
“Dom?” Ji Haotong was utterly confused.
“It means ‘Master’~” Huang Qingchuan lazily flipped over on the sofa, like an elegant little kitten. She looked toward the man reclining at the other end and asked a question that had been troubling him for many years.
“Tongtong, aren’t you curious why your dad hasn’t changed for all these years? Why he never strayed, but has always loved and spoiled me?”
Hearing this, Ji Haotong was slightly stunned.
Indeed, he had wondered about this before.
His dad was handsome and wealthy, with countless beautiful secretaries sending flirtatious glances, trying to get into his bed.
He had worried his dad wouldn’t resist temptation. After all, money can really corrupt a man.
Once, when he was interviewing secretaries with his dad, a sexy woman from a prestigious art school—pale-skinned and long-legged—flirted with him. Ji Haotong himself was almost swayed.
But his dad looked at her as if she were invisible, completely indifferent. Later, he dismissed her, saying she was “all show and no substance, lacking self-awareness.”
He thought his dad was a gentleman, loyal at heart. But later, he realized his dad seemed uninterested in any woman but his mother.
“For an excellent Dom like your dad, once he’s tasted a top-tier Sub like me, all other beauties in this world taste bland and dull.”
The woman’s voice carried a hint of seductive affection, with a unique charm.
“His every move was to win me over—not just to satisfy physical desires.”
“Let’s put it this way: Honghong’s love for me has surpassed sex, surpassed love.”
“We’ve transcended the bounds of husband and wife, reaching a realm where hearts collide as one—”
“Mom…” Ji Haotong felt dry-mouthed. “Are you sure it’s okay to tell me all this? I… I’m still a kid…”
“You’re almost thirty, yet still say you’re a kid.” Huang Qingchuan looked at Ji Haotong’s flustered expression and couldn’t help but laugh.
Her laughter made Ji Haotong even more embarrassed, his face growing increasingly awkward.
“I’ve been holding these words inside for a long time. I wanted to find a confidant, but Xiaorou is my best friend—I didn’t feel comfortable telling her.”
“Luckily, you saw that box of little toys your dad and I have, so I might as well tell you everything to stop you from overthinking. But don’t tell Yueyue. He’s still young, not an adult yet. I’m afraid those ideas might corrupt his values.”
“Alright, I’m done talking. Tongtong, now it’s your turn to ask. Don’t say you have nothing to ask. A mother knows her children best. You and Yueyue were both born from me after ten months in my womb. You both carry my ‘fun-loving’ gene, with Yueyue carrying even more.”
gulp
Ji Haotong swallowed hard, voice trembling slightly as he looked at the woman reclining like a tame cat on the sofa. “Mom, you and Dad are really part of that circle?”
“Of course.” Huang Qingchuan raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Not just part of it, but at the very pinnacle of that small elite group.”
“You young people like reading online novels, right? There’s a saying: ‘Before you enter the path, you see me like a frog staring at the moon. Once you enter, you see me like a mayfly glimpsing the vast sky.’”
“The same goes for our circle. Before you enter, you see me like a mountain separating you from the sea. Once you enter, you see me like a summer insect facing a great roc.”
“Of course, as a mother, I hope you never have to get involved in our circle. Although it’s not as demonized as the indecent novels you read, it’s still quite messy and full of mixed elements.”
“Mom…” After a long pause, Ji Haotong spoke again, swallowing nervously. “What if my little brother really has that illness?”
Huang Qingchuan fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
“Then he’ll have to be sent back to the hospital. At least he’ll need to rest for three or four years, and then… we’ll see.”
“Back when your dad and I were dealing with my illness, we tried countless methods. In the end, we developed a treatment plan unique to me. That’s how we got involved in that circle.”
“Later, while exploring and applying theory to practice, your dad improved continuously. He became an excellent Dom—reliable, strong, commanding, and decisive.”
“Eventually, under your dad’s guidance and training, I transformed from the rebellious redhead who argued with the world, into a well-behaved little cat under her Dom’s control, a submissive girlfriend in her boyfriend’s arms, a virtuous wife by her husband’s side, and now the good wife and loving mother you see before you.”
Huang Qingchuan clasped her hands together.
“All we can do now is pray.”
“Heaven, since you’ve spared Tongtong, please be merciful and spare Yueyue too.”