52: Interrupted by Leng Yunyan

"This... doesn't seem right, does it?" Ling Xian said.

"What's not right about it?" Qu Shuiyun countered. "You helped me solve that problem; it's just a shower."

Feeling the stickiness and the pungent smell on his body, Ling Xian finally overcame his reservations.

"Then... sorry for the intrusion."

Qu Shuiyun returned to the living room, took out a clean towel and bath towel from the storage cabinet, and chuckled, "Need any help?"

"No... no need, I can do it myself," Ling Xian said hurriedly, his fingers brushing against Qu Shuiyun's as he took the towel.

Qu Shuiyun nodded and turned to leave.

Ling Xian couldn't shake the feeling of being teased. It felt as though, in front of Aunt Qu, he was the prey rather than the hunter.

Stepping into the bathroom, hot water poured from the showerhead as Ling Xian leisurely took a hot bath.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from outside the door.

Ling Xian snapped his head around and found that Aunt Qu had already opened the door and was standing there.

"I'll help you scrub your body! You probably can't reach your back, right?"

Looking at the charming Qu Shuiyun, who had changed into a thin, translucent garment, Ling Xian was startled.

The clothes were so thin that practically everything that should be seen was visible.

"Aunt Qu, no need, I can manage on my own."

"It's fine. It's just a small favor anyway."

This sounded very strange, but Ling Xian couldn't quite put his finger on why.

"Th... thanks!" After a simple word of thanks, Ling Xian felt a surge of inexplicable embarrassment.

Before coming here, he felt like a big gray wolf.

After arriving, he realized he was actually the little white rabbit.

Mist filled the entire bathroom, and both of them felt a bit at a loss.

The moment Qu Shuiyun's chest brushed against Ling Xian's back, he snapped awake in surprise.

Was he being treated like a little white rabbit?

"Aunt Qu, my fire is very high!" Ling Xian's words hadn't even finished.

Aunt Qu also spoke quickly, "My drain is clogged, very badly."

"It's okay, I'll help you clear it! I'm an 'Unclogging Expert'!"

As the words fell, Ling Xian followed the method he used to clear the pipes earlier and helped her unclog it.

(As for the specific details, refer to the pipe-clearing in the previous chapter; the author won't waste words here.)

"Wait..." Aunt Qu suddenly said, panting.

"It's my first time, I'm a bit clumsy!"

This sentence left Ling Xian completely dazed.

What did he just hear?

Aunt Qu's first time?

Then who was Leng Yunyan's mother? Did she pop out of a rock?

Seeing Ling Xian's confusion, Qu Shuiyun explained, "Actually, Yunyan is my senior sister's daughter. I'm only her adoptive mother."

"Go on," Ling Xian said curiously.

"Both my senior sister and I come from the Ice Moon Sect of the martial arts world.

Because my senior sister got involved with a man she shouldn't have, the entire Ice Moon Sect faced an unprecedented crisis.

But our Master was kind-hearted and let her leave. Before she left, she worried that Yunyan would suffer with her, so she had me take Yunyan away.

However, we encountered an accident on the way. My cultivation was crippled, and I could only rely on the remaining influence of the Ice Moon Sect in the secular world to get by..."

As she spoke, their bodies pressed together again, even more intimately and unreservedly this time.

However, just as the two of them were one step away from the final act in the bathroom...

"Mom? I'm back!" Leng Yunyan's crisp, cold voice rang out from the entrance.

Time seemed to stand still, and Ling Xian's mind went blank.

Qu Shuiyun was faster; she quickly left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.

By the time Leng Yunyan reached the living room...

"Yunyan? Don't you usually come back at seven..." Qu Shuiyun's voice was sharp with nervousness.

"I finished up with the company matters, so I..." Footsteps approached the bedroom. "Mom, are you in your room?"

"Don't come in..." Qu Shuiyun's voice was exceptionally frantic; she was currently putting on her clothes.

If Leng Yunyan saw this scene, she would never be able to clear her name.

When she had finished dressing and opened the door, Qu Shuiyun looked at Leng Yunyan.

Although she was dressed very conservatively, she couldn't help but be nervous.

The damp feeling inside her clothes felt like sweat after a vigorous workout.

"Mom... you're very strange today!" Leng Yunyan scrutinized her closely.

"What's strange about me?" Qu Shuiyun scolded her.

"Your hair is wet."

"I just washed it."

"Then whose car is that outside?

And who is in the bathroom?" At this moment, Leng Yunyan seemed possessed by the spirit of Sherlock Holmes.

She didn't miss a single clue.

"Oh, that? The drain was clogged today, so I asked Little Xian to come over and clear it." Qu Shuiyun didn't bat an eye, as she was technically telling the truth.

"The drain was clogged? Then shouldn't you have called a professional?

Why look for him? He's a pampered young master; how could he handle that kind of hard work?"

"Who are you talking about? Your Brother Xian is an Unclogging Expert.

Clearing a drain is a piece of cake." Ling Xian walked out from the bathroom, draped in a bath towel.

He didn't feel the slightest bit constrained despite being in Leng Yunyan's home.

Right now, Ling Xian even felt like snapping at Leng Yunyan.

He was so close—just one step away.

Yet Leng Yunyan had to come back and interrupt at this time.

How could he, Ling Xian, not be angry?

"Ah! You pervert, where are your clothes?" Leng Yunyan covered her eyes with her hands, deceiving herself.

She could see everything through the gaps between her fingers.

Leng Yunyan swallowed hard, thinking to herself, "How did I never notice Ling Xian had such a good body before?

No wonder Mom insisted on touching him last time; this is too perfect.

Also... why do I feel like Ling Xian is so handsome?

Oh no, this is seduction. I knew this guy wouldn't give up on me so easily.

To think he'd resort to a honey trap.

I, Leng Yunyan, am not the kind of woman who can't walk when she sees a handsome man."

However, her flushed face couldn't hide her emotions.

"My clothes are being washed. I'll leave as soon as my new clothes arrive."

"Go! Leave quickly!" Leng Yunyan stomped her feet in anger.

Soon, Ling Wu arrived at the Leng residence and delivered the new clothes.

Ling Xian changed into them quickly; they fit reasonably well.

"Aunt Qu, I'm leaving now," Ling Xian said.

Aunt Qu quickly replied, "Alright. If the drain gets clogged again next time, remember to come over."

Ling Xian's footing suddenly became unsteady, and he almost stumbled.

To think he was a Half-step Grandmaster, yet he nearly fell.

Seeing Ling Xian leave, Leng Yunyan's mind also calmed down. She kept pondering, "Ling Xian and Mom wouldn't be doing anything strange in the villa, would they?

I always feel like they have a secret together that they just won't tell me."

"No way... the reason Ling Xian rejected me, could it really be because he wants to be my dad?

That's how it is in those novels and TV shows."

Leng Yunyan shook her head vigorously, tossing her wild thoughts aside.

"No, definitely not.

Mom and I aren't even the same type of beauty.

If Ling Xian really liked Mom's type, he wouldn't have pursued me in the first place."

Coincidentally, Leng Yunyan's pride caused her to miss the correct answer.

Walking out of the Leng family villa, Ling Xian's fire was still high.

He drove the Ferrari at breakneck speed back to Villa Number One in Shanhai Manor.

Leaving Ling Wu standing there, somewhat bewildered.

He noticed that the Young Master today was a bit different from usual.

But he didn't say much.