98: Chapter 98 The Only Chance in This Life

Huang Mao leaned back against the soft leather sofa, his gaze fixed on the glowing phone screen.

The message An Ran had sent was like a ticking time bomb, and his previously relaxed back muscles involuntarily tensed up.

"Sigh..."

He couldn't help but let out a heavy, long-drawn-out sigh.

It was the middle of the night, and a man and a woman were alone in the same room.

Just chatting for a while was unlikely.

This strong premonition that "a storm was brewing" made him feel an indescribable headache.

His shura field radar was sounding alarms like crazy.

On the single sofa nearby, Leng Qingxuan, who had just been trying to adjust to a comfortable sitting position, was now frozen as if under an immobilization spell.

She keenly captured the emotional shift in Huang Mao; her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she scrutinized him suspiciously from head to toe.

"What's the matter? Why are you sighing so loudly?"

"Don't say anything yet, let me take a wild guess..."

A faint, elusive smile curled at the corner of her lips, her tone carrying a hint of inquiry and playfulness.

"To make you look this miserable and sighing like that."

"Is it another girl trying to reach you on social media again?"

Huang Mao put down his phone and helplessly rubbed his throbbing temples.

Faced with Leng Qingxuan's probing, he chose not to hide anything.

They lived under the same roof and saw each other every day.

This kind of thing couldn't be hidden, so it was better to confess.

Not to mention that it was Leng Qingxuan he was dealing with.

"You guessed right, someone is indeed looking for me."

Huang Mao's tone was calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter like what to have for dinner.

"My room has already been booked in advance by someone for tonight."

He paused, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.

"School Beauty Leng, what do you think about this?"

Hearing the word "booked," Leng Qingxuan was visibly stunned, her movements slightly stiffening.

However, a playful arc immediately formed at the corner of her mouth; far from being angry, she instead puffed out her chest slightly.

The curves, while not particularly magnificent, were just right, tracing a proud silhouette under the light.

"What do I think? What else could I think?"

Leng Qingxuan's tone was subtle, carrying a hint of smugness.

"You specifically telling me this in the middle of the night."

"Are you reporting your itinerary to me in advance?"

She raised her chin slightly, her gaze lingering.

"Does that mean you already treat me as the legitimate mistress of the house?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao couldn't help but roll his eyes dramatically.

"You're overthinking it, stop adding drama to yourself."

"I'm just purely worried that you'll run over to knock on my door again in the middle of the night without saying anything, or even open the door without knocking."

"If we happened to run into something, it would be quite awkward for everyone."

Hearing this, Leng Qingxuan immediately became unhappy, her willow brows slightly furrowed as she retorted.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Who doesn't say anything?"

"Haven't I been checking with you on social media both nights when I went to find you..."

"Reporting to you first before coming over?"

"And when have I ever not knocked properly?"

Huang Mao looked at her righteous expression and shook his head.

"The last two days, yes, but after what happened last night, the situation is different now."

"You were a bit reserved before, but now..."

"If I hadn't made arrangements and told you clearly tonight."

"I reasonably suspect that you would just walk in without knocking, as if returning to your own room."

Hearing this, Leng Qingxuan froze.

She tilted her head and thought about it seriously.

After what happened last night, the window paper in her heart had indeed been completely pierced.

If there was nothing going on tonight, she seemed to...

she really might have done something like pushing the door open directly.

After all, in her subconscious, Huang Mao was already hers.

Leng Qingxuan's cheeks turned slightly red, and she gave a light cough to hide her embarrassment.

Then she shook her head, shaking off those messy thoughts, and looked at Huang Mao again, getting straight to the point:

"So, who exactly booked you tonight?"

"An Ran or Su Muxue?"

Huang Mao answered truthfully: "An Ran."

Upon learning it was An Ran, the trace of defensiveness in Leng Qingxuan's eyes inexplicably dissipated quite a bit.

She relaxed completely and leaned back on the sofa.

So it was the little childhood sweetheart.

An Ran really hadn't had a smooth day; she witnessed a "crime scene" in the morning and was in danger in the afternoon.

It was only natural for her to seek comfort from Huang Mao now.

Moreover, in this war without smoke,

An Ran was probably the one with the slowest "progress."

That girl was too honest and too simple.

Leng Qingxuan recalled her original plan.

She had intended to slowly play a game of romantic competition with An Ran under this roof.

Enjoying the fun of gradually conquering and pulling back and forth.

But after Su Muxue, that woman who didn't play by the rules, joined in, it messed up her whole mindset.

Overwhelmed by a sense of crisis, she had just gone for it without caring about anything else.

Although she didn't manage to hold out to the end, she could be considered to have secured the first kill.

As for An Ran, she was probably still stuck at...

the bit of "core parameters" intelligence she had shared with her before.

Thinking of this, Leng Qingxuan hesitated for a while before putting on the posture of the main wife.

"Since that's the case, I'll be merciful and give tonight..."

"Temporarily let the little childhood sweetheart have it."

Leng Qingxuan gave a light hum and waved her hand.

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao couldn't be bothered to argue with her about who was the mistress of the house.

He picked up his phone and replied to An Ran with a single, crisp word.

"Fine."

Just when Huang Mao thought the matter was over, Leng Qingxuan changed the subject, her eyes becoming sharp again.

She circled back to the topic that had been weighing on her mind.

"Put An Ran's matter aside for now, you explain it to me clearly first."

Leng Qingxuan leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Huang Mao.

"This morning, in the corner of that abandoned equipment room on the playground."

"What on earth were you and Su Muxue doing behind my back?"

This question had become a thorn in her side.

Seeing that she was still obsessed with this question, Huang Mao immediately felt a headache.

Could he say it directly?

He felt that saying it directly would be too weird, so he chose to explain vaguely.

"Ahem, actually it's nothing major."

"It's just... a little less than the level you've reached now."

"But, it happens to be something you haven't done yet."

Hearing this answer, Leng Qingxuan was slightly stunned.

Although she had already heard similar words from Su Muxue at the restaurant during the day.

But now, hearing Huang Mao admit it himself, confirming that she still maintained a leading position in "progress."

She couldn't help but feel a surge of secret joy in her heart.

It seemed that the pain last night wasn't in vain, and the first-clear achievement was still secure.

But immediately, a new sense of crisis crept into her heart.

What did he mean by "something I haven't done"?

Leng Qingxuan's brain began to spin rapidly.

Kissing, hugging, touching, she had already experienced all of that.

Even the most core part, she had experienced it personally.

So what else could Su Muxue do that she hadn't done?

She immediately associated it with something, her pupils slightly dilating.

If one had to say what Su Muxue's most prominent advantage was?

That was undoubtedly that pair of foul "E"s!

Could it be... could it be that she used those proud "E"s to help Huang Mao...

In Leng Qingxuan's mind, that scene uncontrollably emerged.

In the dim corner, Su Muxue used that foul capital... to help Huang Mao relieve that evil fire...

Boom, Leng Qingxuan's face turned bright red instantly, and even her earlobes were burning.

She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes becoming somewhat flustered.

This... this kind of thing, it was just too shameless!

But, what if Huang Mao really liked that style?

Weren't men all visual animals?

Leng Qingxuan lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

She muttered in a low voice, the sound as small as a mosquito's hum.

"If... if you really like that kind of service..."

"I... although my size is a bit inferior and can't compare to her..."

"But... but it's not that I can't try..."

Saying this, she felt like her whole body was about to burn up.

Huang Mao heard this and was stunned for a few seconds.

Seeing her hands placed in front of her chest trying to gesture, he realized what she meant, sighed, and shook his head helplessly.

"You thought wrong, it's not that."

Leng Qingxuan heard this and suddenly raised her head, the flush on her face not yet faded.

"Not that? Then what is it exactly!"

"Isn't it better if you just say it directly? Why do you have to make people guess!"

"No, that image is too weird, I really can't say it out loud."

"Anyway, stop guessing blindly, go back to your room and rest early."

"If you don't tell me, I won't go back! I'm even going to hide in your room's closet and eavesdrop!"

...

Meanwhile, in Su Muxue's room on the second floor.

An Ran was staring intently at her phone screen.

When she saw the word "Fine" that Huang Mao replied, she was almost ready to take off on the spot.

"Ahhh! He agreed! He actually agreed!"

An Ran was panicked, spinning around in the room like a headless fly, feeling her heartbeat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She grabbed Su Muxue's arm, asking for help in terror.

"What do I do, what do I do! What should I do!"

"When I go in later, what should the first sentence be?"

"Should I just tackle him directly? Or lie on the bed and wait for him to be proactive?"

"What if he rejects me? What if he doesn't have that intention at all, and then laughs at me? I will die!"

Faced with An Ran's barrage of questions,

Su Muxue only smiled gently and gently pulled her hand back.

She waved her hand, looking helpless.

"Sister An Ran, I can't help you with this."

"I'm only responsible for giving you a push from behind."

"As for what happens after that, you'll have to explore it yourself."

She paused, a slight flush appearing on her cheeks.

"At the end of the day, I don't have any experience with that part either."

"After all, I'm just a maid responsible for serving the master."

Subsequently, before An Ran could react,

she was directly "kicked" out of the room by Su Muxue.

With a click, the door closed ruthlessly behind her.

An Ran stood alone in the dim hallway.

The wall lamp in the hallway emitted a faint, warm yellow light.

She felt her heartbeat, which was almost about to break through her chest.

Thump, thump, thump— every beat struck her tense nerves.

Her legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand steady.

That familiar thought of wanting to escape subconsciously emerged from the bottom of her heart again.

How about... just forget it?

Send a message saying she suddenly had a stomachache and talk another day?

Or say she was sleepy and wanted to sleep?

At the moment she wanted to retreat again.

The despair and helplessness from being harassed by the scumbag during the day.

And that broad back of Huang Mao standing in front of her like a god descending to earth, assertively declaring his sovereignty.

Intertwined in her mind.

"She is my woman."

This sentence seemed to have magic, echoing in her ears.

She shook her head violently and gritted her teeth.

She immediately actively suppressed that cowardly thought.

No! Absolutely cannot think about running away again!

She must consider whether this might be the only chance in her life.

An Ran took a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing.

Her eyes gradually became resolute.

Go for it! Must take down that block of wood tonight!

She turned and walked towards her room.

She had to go back to her room first to prepare herself mentally.

By the way, take a shower, change clothes, and so on.