Chapter 14: The Clever Qin Yanran

Qin Monong had not been this flustered and at a loss for many years. She dared not make a sound, raising her hand to signal Lin Yang not to move.

A wicked smile played at the corners of Lin Yang’s lips as he straightened his back, driving forward with relentless intent.

Utterly unprepared, Qin Monong let out a sharp cry, hastily covering her mouth with one hand while using the other to push Lin Yang away, her beautiful eyes blazing with fury.

For Lin Yang, being interrupted by Wang Huirong was a nuisance, but if it were Qin Yanran, that would be another matter entirely.

Qin Monong knew Lin Yang was doing this on purpose!

“Mom? Are you home? What’s going on?” Qin Yanran’s voice sounded from outside the door, and she reached for the handle, preparing to come in.

“I’m fine! I’m already in bed. You are not allowed in!” Qin Monong’s heart leapt to her throat. She spoke in a stern voice, desperate to keep her daughter out.

“Lin Yang, I beg you, please—don’t make a sound. Don’t let Yanran see us like this, and above all, don’t do anything to hurt her.” Qin Monong was truly frightened now, forced to let go of her pride and dignity as she pleaded in a whisper.

“Why does your voice sound strange? And I thought I heard something odd in your room. Are you sick? I’ll call Dr. Li to come take a look,” Qin Yanran said, still outside but clearly sensing something was off.

Qin Monong was on the verge of collapse. Lin Yang, though silent, was deliberately intensifying his efforts, pushing her to the limits of endurance. Unable to push him away no matter how hard she tried, she could only grit her teeth and bear it.

“No need! Why did you come back? Didn’t I tell you to stay at school? Go back there right now!” Qin Monong only wanted to chase Qin Yanran away before she suffocated in her own predicament.

If Lin Yang were to lose control, she truly wouldn’t be able to stop him!

“Mom, Lin Yang isn’t dead, so why are you still mad at me and insisting I leave? I promise, I’ll listen to you from now on and never act on my own again.”

Hearing Jiang Yuyan’s words, Lin Yang was surprised. Qin Monong was so angry at Qin Yanran because of his supposed death that she’d driven her out of the house? That didn’t seem right.

“Enough! Go back to school. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow!” Qin Monong barked, biting down on her finger to stifle her groans, nearly breaking the skin.

“The school gates are closed now—I can’t get back into the dorm.”

“Then go stay at a hotel. Just don’t spend the night here!” Qin Monong’s face was flushed as red as a ripe apple, both from embarrassment and the effort to hold back.

“Mom…” Qin Yanran stood outside the door, utterly confused as to why her mother was so insistent on driving her out.

“Get out!” Qin Monong shouted, her authority unmistakable.

“Fine, I’m leaving. Please don’t be mad, Mom,” Qin Yanran replied, quickly backing down.

No one could deny Qin Monong’s commanding presence; the usually willful Qin Yanran dared not act out in front of her mother.

Pouting, Qin Yanran made her way downstairs, muttering to herself, “What is Mom doing in there? Why won’t she let me in, and why chase me out? And that weird noise…”

Suddenly, her eyes widened with realization as she glanced back at her mother’s room.

“Could she be… pleasuring herself?” Qin Yanran covered her mouth in surprise, tempted to sneak back and eavesdrop, but ultimately abandoned the thought.

“She’s been single for years and is at that so-called wolfish age. It’s normal to have needs.” As a woman herself, Qin Yanran understood all too well, her imagination running wild.

“I suppose I should find her a boyfriend—encourage her to remarry. That way she won’t have to be lonely and take care of things herself,” she mused. Having made up her mind, she didn’t go to a hotel but returned instead to her own room on the second floor.

Qin Monong called out for Qin Yanran a couple of times. When there was no answer, she finally relaxed, relief washing over her—at last, she didn’t have to suppress herself any longer.

“You little devil, you did that on purpose!” she scolded Lin Yang, glaring at him.

“Feeling pent-up?” Lin Yang teased with a wicked grin.

“Hmph!” Qin Monong snorted coldly, turning her head away, refusing to acknowledge him.

Still, she was secretly grateful that Lin Yang hadn’t made a sound or done anything reckless in front of Qin Yanran—otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

“At least that little scoundrel has some conscience left,” she thought.

Lin Yang renewed his assault with even greater vigor, and Qin Monong, no longer needing to hold back, cried out with abandon.

Downstairs, lying in bed, Qin Yanran could faintly hear her mother’s cries despite the house’s good insulation.

Quietly slipping out of her room to the landing, the sounds became clearer.

“Is it really that intense?” Inexperienced in such matters, Qin Yanran blushed furiously at the sultry noises, her face burning. After a while, feeling a heat rising within herself, she hurried back to her room and buried herself under the covers.

“How much longer are you going to take, you little fiend?” Qin Monong, not knowing how much time had passed, felt as though her body was about to fall apart, utterly spent. Her voice was weak, tinged with a hint of pleading.

But Lin Yang, still full of energy, showed no sign of stopping, leaving her utterly defenseless.

Seeing no end in sight, Qin Monong couldn’t help but curse, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll wear yourself out?”

“Didn’t you want to kill me? If I die on top of you, wouldn’t that be just as you wished?” Lin Yang replied.

“You’re not dead yet, but I am! Can’t you hurry up?” Qin Monong urged.

“All right! You said it.” Lin Yang increased his pace like a sudden storm, and Qin Monong pounded at him in protest.

“That’s not what I meant—” But Lin Yang was beyond caring. After a long while, with a low groan, he finally relented.

Qin Monong, once so sharp-tongued, was left limp and exhausted, not even wanting to lift a finger.

After a long silence, her voice turned cold, “You can leave now, can’t you?”

“I’m tired. I don’t want to move. I’ll sleep first and go later,” Lin Yang replied contentedly.

“No! Get out!” She pushed at him with all her remaining strength, but he didn’t budge.

Realizing she was outmatched, Qin Monong could only concede.

She realized, to her dismay, that she no longer had any control over Lin Yang. The man she used to toy with so easily, whose life and death were once in her hands, had grown beyond her grasp—now, she was the one being mastered.

“Then at least go wash up—you’re filthy.”

“I don’t want to move. Help me,” Lin Yang teased.

“In your dreams! Go clean up yourself!” Qin Monong thought this man was insufferable—taking advantage and then expecting her to clean up after him? Absolutely not! Did she have no dignity left?

With no other choice, Qin Monong went to the bathroom herself to wash up, planning to sneak out of the room afterward.

“Qin Yanran didn’t leave. She’s in her room on the second floor. If you dare step out, don’t blame me for what happens,” Lin Yang remarked coolly.

Even while preoccupied, Lin Yang’s keen hearing had detected Qin Yanran’s return and her eavesdropping on the stairs.