Chapter 190: Squeeze Dry Plan

"Drain him dry?!"

Chen Xiafang’s eyes shot wide open. She stared at her daughter in disbelief, her cheeks flushing as red as a ripe tomato.

"Tingting, you... What are you talking about! This... This is absurd! We’re mother and daughter! How could we... together..."

Seeing her mother’s mortified expression, Mi Ting remained unusually calm. She took Chen Xiafang’s hand and began to reason with her patiently.

"Mom, what’s so absurd about this? It’s already happened. Are we really going to sever our mother-daughter relationship over something like this?"

"Besides, you know exactly who Yang Xun is. He’s the Xu Family’s live-in son-in-law—a married man. Neither of us can ever marry him openly or be his wife in public."

Mi Ting paused, a complicated look flashing in her eyes. "Besides," she continued, "be honest with yourself, Mom. Can you really leave him now? He didn’t just cure your illness; he’s also... so incredible. We’ve both fallen for him. Since we can’t change the facts, why should we care what other people think? Let’s just continue as we are. We’ll be his secret women together, and we’ll have each other for support."

Hearing her daughter’s bold yet incredibly pragmatic words, Chen Xiafang fell silent.

’She’s right!’

’She’d been so lonely for so many years. Now that she’d finally found a man who could make her feel the joy of being a woman again, how could she possibly let him go?’

’Besides, both she and her daughter were Yang Xun’s women now.’

’Instead of hiding it and making things awkward between them, it was better to just embrace it completely, just as her daughter suggested.’

At this thought, the last of Chen Xiafang’s moral defenses finally crumbled.

She bit her lip, her expression hardening with resolve. Blushing, she said, "Okay... I’ll listen to you. So, how are we going to get our revenge on him?"

Seeing her mother finally relent, Mi Ting grew excited. "That’s more like it! With the two of us together, we can watch each other’s backs. And you know how... powerful he is. I really can’t take him all by myself!"

"Me too. That rascal is just too much. I can’t handle him at all!"

Chen Xiafang whispered, her face red.

"Hehe, then tonight, let’s drain this bastard dry together!"

The mother and daughter huddled together at the head of the bed, whispering as they began to hatch their "Operation Drain Him Dry" against Yang Xun.

...

Meanwhile!

At this moment, Yang Xun had absolutely no idea that a stunning mother-daughter duo back home was plotting against him.

He was in the office on the second floor of the massage parlor, pinning Huang Qi’s soft, seductive body to the sofa as he thrust into her with the fury of a tempest.

"Ngh... slow down... you’re too fast..."

Huang Qi’s deeply sensual moans echoed throughout the office.

The sexy black, high-slit cheongsam she wore was now a rumpled mess, half-slid off one of her fair shoulders.

Her long, beautiful legs, clad in black lace garter stockings, were locked tightly around Yang Xun’s waist. With his powerful movements, she was like a small boat tossed on a stormy sea, helplessly enduring one wave of impact after another.

Yang Xun’s movements were broad and powerful, each thrust precise and forceful. Although Huang Qi no longer possessed any Primordial Yin Qi to aid his Cultivation, the pleasure of utterly conquering his enemy’s haughty, pampered wife was something he reveled in.

The intense battle lasted for more than an hour.

With a low, muffled roar, Yang Xun suddenly quickened his pace, unleashing his long-suppressed torrent into her deepest depths.

"Hah!"

Yang Xun let out a long, satisfied breath and finally stopped.

Looking down at Huang Qi’s alluring face, flushed and with dazed eyes, unable to even lift a finger, Yang Xun felt a powerful surge of pride.

The two of them snuggled on the wide sofa. Huang Qi lay on Yang Xun’s broad chest like a docile kitten, weakly tracing circles with her finger.

During a lull in their cuddling, Yang Xun asked with feigned nonchalance, "Babe, what has Xie Haitao been up to lately? He seems so elusive."

Huang Qi was still basking in the afterglow, her guard completely down around Yang Xun.

She knew Yang Xun and her husband were enemies, but she didn’t give it much thought and answered casually, "Him? What could he possibly be doing? All he does is drink and sleep. He disappears for a few hours every day, but I have no idea what he’s up to, and I can’t be bothered to care."

"Speaking of which," Huang Qi suddenly remembered something, her brow furrowing slightly. "He took a call last night, though. He was being all secretive, but I overheard him say something about moving something. He sounded pretty urgent."

Hearing this, Yang Xun’s heart skipped a beat.

Although Huang Qi didn’t know what Xie Haitao planned to move, Yang Xun knew with perfect clarity: it had to be the collection of antique paintings and calligraphy, cash, and gold bars from Apartment 502 in Jinhu Garden!

"Moving something? Did he say when, exactly?"

Yang Xun suppressed his excitement, doing his best to keep his voice steady.

Huang Qi thought for a moment before saying uncertainly, "I think he said they’d move it in five days. He took the call yesterday, so I guess today would be the second day."

Hearing this, Yang Xun breathed a long sigh of relief internally.

’Good, there’s still time!’

’Three days left!’

’This trip to the massage parlor was definitely worth it. If I’d come a few days later and missed this, Xie Haitao and his cronies would have already moved that entire room of treasures, antiques, and paintings. Finding it then would have been next to impossible.’

Having gotten the information he wanted, Yang Xun was in a great mood. He cuddled with Huang Qi for a while longer before getting dressed and leaving the massage parlor.

By the time he returned to his home in Xiaoxie Village, it was already past midnight.

The courtyard was silent, without even the chirp of an insect to be heard. He glanced up and saw that the lights in Chen Xiafang’s and Mi Ting’s rooms were already off, plunging the entire house into darkness.

’Looks like they’re both asleep.’

Yang Xun breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

After that awkward scene in the bathtub this afternoon, he really didn’t know how he was going to face Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang.

’Now that they’re asleep, I can avoid the awkwardness. It won’t be too late to explain tomorrow, once everyone has calmed down.’

Yang Xun tiptoed to his room and pushed the door open. Using the faint moonlight from the window, he stripped down to his underwear in a few swift movements, then eagerly threw back the covers and slipped into bed.

However, the instant he lay down, his body suddenly went rigid.

’Something’s wrong!’

’Why is the bed warm?’

’And... his hand had just brushed against a patch of incredibly smooth, warm skin!’

Not only that, but two distinct yet equally intoxicating fragrances wafted to his nose.

Yang Xun drew in a sharp breath. He flung back the covers and, by the bright moonlight, took a hard look.

In that instant, he froze as if struck by lightning, utterly stunned.

There, on his modest single bed, lay two completely naked women!

Under the cool moonlight, two flawless bodies were laid bare before his eyes, their fair, smooth skin shimmering with a tempting luster.

The one on the left was youthful and firm, while the one on the right was voluptuous and mature. The sheer visual impact was enough to steal a man’s soul!

"Sister Ting... Auntie? You two..."

Yang Xun’s eyes went wide, his face a mask of undisguised shock.