Chapter 168 Slap yourself!
Silence!
At this moment, inside the room, it was as if a pause button had been pressed, and the air itself solidified. The silence was so profound that even the sound of heartbeats seemed to vanish, replaced only by the deafening roar of blood rushing through veins.
[Location: Wang Qin's Bedroom - Behind the Door]
The atmosphere in the cramped bedroom shifted instantly from a seductive trap to a high-pressure chamber. The air conditioner was off to save money, allowing the humid, heavy heat of the Shanghai summer to permeate the room. But for Wang Qin, the temperature seemed to fluctuate wildly between freezing terror and scorching shame.
When Wang Qin heard Xu Ping'an's voice, her graceful, oval face instantly turned pale. The rosy flush of arousal that had just begun to bloom on her cheeks vanished, replaced by a waxen, fearful white. Her beautiful almond eyes were filled with visible panic and disarray, pupils trembling like candle flames in the wind.
She looked like a small animal cornered by a predator, her back pressed desperately against the peeling white paint of the wooden door.
Clearly, Wang Qin was completely flustered, her mind a blank slate. Her hands instinctively flew to her chest, clutching the thin fabric of her floral dress as if trying to physically hold her heart inside her ribcage.
She stood there, trapped. behind her was the thin wooden door, the only barrier separating her from her son. And in front of her, pressing her against that precarious barrier, was Shen Anyu.
Shen Anyu didn't retreat. He didn't show even a flicker of panic. Instead, a playful, cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He stepped closer, eliminating the remaining inch of space between them. His tall, broad frame completely engulfed her petite figure, casting a shadow that swallowed her whole.
He raised a slender, elegant finger to his lips.
'Shh...'
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, a mix of amusement and dominance.
"Mom, are you home?"
Just then, Xu Ping'an's footsteps came from outside the door, along with his questioning voice. The footsteps were heavy and rhythmic—thump, thump, thump—on the old wooden floorboards of the living room.
Every step sent a vibration traveling through the floor, up into Wang Qin's bare feet, and straight into her spine. It was a physical reminder of the reality just outside this door.
Shen Anyu's hand, which was resting on her waist, tightened. His palm was searing hot, burning through the thin silk of her dress. He wasn't letting her go. In fact, he was claiming her right now, in this moment of absolute taboo.
"Mom, I was wrong for making you pay a million in compensation!"
Slap!
A crisp, brutal sound echoed through the thin wooden door.
Xu Ping'an slapped himself hard, his heart filled with guilt and self-reproach.
That was a million!
Unlike the Shanghai Xu Family, who were billionaires and treated money like mere numbers on a bank statement, Xu Ping'an thought that for Wang Qin, a million in compensation probably meant she had exhausted all her resources.
He imagined his mother, a woman who usually hesitated to buy expensive vegetables, going to the bank with red eyes to withdraw her life savings. He imagined her bowing her head to strangers, borrowing money to cover his mistakes.
The guilt gnawed at him like a venomous snake.
And she was also worried because he had been involved in a fight and injured someone. She was a traditional, gentle woman; having a son in the police station must have been a sky-collapsing event for her.
How could she not be heartbroken? The silence from the bedroom... she must be crying silently, covering her mouth to hide her sobs, too disappointed to even speak to him.
Inside the bedroom, Wang Qin was covering her mouth. But not to hide disappointment.
She was biting her own knuckles to stifle a moan of pure, terrified stimulation.
Shen Anyu had lowered his head. His lips were grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, just below her earlobe. His breath was hot, moist, and laced with the scent of aggressive masculine pheromones that made her knees weak.
Slap!
Another sound of flesh striking flesh came from outside.
Wang Qin flinched violently. Her body jerked, causing her hips to grind inadvertently against Shen Anyu's thigh.
The friction sent a jolt of electricity straight to her brain. Her eyes widened, tears streaming down her face.
'No... please... stop...' she pleaded silently with her eyes, looking up at Shen Anyu.
But Shen Anyu just smiled. His hand moved from her waist, sliding slowly, possessively, up the curve of her spine. His fingers traced the zipper of her dress, toying with it.
In the detention center, Xu Ping'an had already realized that his birth mother, Wang Qin, was the person who treated him best, held nothing back, and loved him the most in the entire world.
While the Shanghai Xu Family certainly had wealth and prestige—private jets, luxury villas, grand banquets—it wasn't his. It was a mirage. Once his identity as a fake young master was exposed, the parents he had called "Mom and Dad" for twenty years directly kicked him out. They looked at him with cold indifference, as if he were a stranger.
Even Xu Ruoshui, his favorite elder sister, the one he had sworn to protect, didn't object. She just stood there, beautiful and distant.
This filled Xu Ping'an with deep resentment towards the Shanghai Xu Family.
'I will show them,' he thought, his face stinging with pain. 'I will make them regret throwing me away.'
Before, he had even extended that anger to Wang Qin! He despised her poverty. He despised her lack of sophistication. He blamed her for his "fall" from heaven to hell.
But now, after the fight, the injury, and the experience in the detention center, Xu Ping'an felt he had matured a great deal.
His birth mother, Wang Qin, was the best and most important person to him in this world!
No matter how pathetic he became, or how low he sank, his mother Wang Qin would never abandon him! She had proven it today with a million Yuan.
"Mom, don't be sad anymore. Your son, Xu Ping'an, knows his mistake. I won't make you worry again! I promise!"
The guilt and self-reproach in Xu Ping'an's heart surged like a tidal wave.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xu Ping'an slapped himself several times. He didn't hold back. His cheeks were burning, swelling rapidly, but he felt that this physical pain was the only way to atone for his sins.
Inside the room, the torture continued.
Shen Anyu whispered into Wang Qin's ear, his voice so low it was barely a vibration.
"He is such a filial son, Auntie Wang. He is hurting himself for you. He thinks you are crying for him."
Shen Anyu's free hand moved to cup her face, forcing her to look at him.
"But look at you. You are flushed. You are sweating. Your heart is racing so fast I can feel it through your dress."
Wang Qin squeezed her eyes shut, shame washing over her like scalding water. She felt dirty. She felt like the worst woman in the world. But beneath the shame, the traitorous fire in her body was burning hotter.
The contrast between her son's repentant slaps outside and Shen Anyu's possessive caresses inside was breaking her mind. It was a forbidden cocktail of guilt and pleasure that no ordinary woman could withstand.
Her legs gave out. She slumped, but Shen Anyu caught her, holding her up effortlessly, pressing her even harder against the door. The pressure on her chest, the heat of his body, the smell of his cologne—it was overwhelming.
Outside, facing the bedroom door, Xu Ping'an declared resolutely:
"Mom, your son Xu Ping'an promises that I won't make you worry again. I will earn a lot, a lot of money, and I will let you enjoy a better life, even richer than the Shanghai Xu Family! I can earn back a million very quickly!"
"By then, those who looked down on us, those who wronged us, your son will slap them one by one."
Xu Ping'an's eyes burned with the fire of ambition. He clenched his fists, ignoring the pain in his face.
He thought of Su Hongmian, the arrogant female CEO who looked at him like he was a bug. 'Just you wait, Su Hongmian. One day, I will conquer you. I will make you kneel and beg for my favor.'
He thought of Jiang Linlin, the pure school beauty who seemed to be drifting away. 'Linlin, you are mine. I will save you from Shen Anyu's clutches.'
And he thought of Shen Anyu. That handsome, rich, perfect young master. 'Shen Anyu... you are just a stepping stone. Once I unlock the full potential of my system, I will crush you under my feet.'
And the Shanghai Xu Family... 'I will buy your company. I will make you all regret it!'
Thinking of all that, Xu Ping'an felt full of ambition and immense satisfaction! The humiliation of the detention center faded, replaced by the delusional grandeur of a protagonist.
Filled with apology and self-reproach, Xu Ping'an slapped himself several more times and softly said:
"Mom, will you please forgive your son this one time?"
Silence.
Inside the room, Wang Qin was trembling violently. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps that she struggled to suppress.
Shen Anyu's hand had slipped under the hem of her dress, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her thigh.
She gasped, her eyes flying open wide. She grabbed his wrist, her fingers digging into his suit sleeve.
'No...' she mouthed. 'He's right there. Please...'
It wasn't a rejection of him. It was a plea for mercy. If he continued, she knew she would scream. She knew she would shatter.
Shen Anyu saw the desperation in her eyes. He saw that she was at her absolute limit. Any further, and she would break completely—or moan loud enough for Xu Ping'an to hear.
He smiled, satisfied. He stopped his hand, but didn't remove it. He kept it there, a constant reminder of who owned her.
Feeling that Wang Qin was clearly home but not responding, Xu Ping'an thought she must be heartbroken and utterly disappointed in him.
He panicked. He couldn't bear her silence.
He gritted his teeth, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground.
THUMP!
The sound of knees hitting the hard floor echoed through the apartment.
Wang Qin felt the vibration through the door against her back.
Her son... her proud son... was kneeling.
Xu Ping'an kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead knocking against the floorboards:
"Mom, your son Xu Ping'an knows his mistake. I will never fight again. Please forgive me, okay?"
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sound of the kowtows mixed with the sound of Wang Qin's ragged breathing.
Shen Anyu looked at the notification that popped up in his vision, glowing with a golden light in the dim room.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Xu Ping'an kneels and kowtows in apology, plundering +66666 destiny value!]
Shen Anyu looked at the broken, aroused, and terrified woman in his arms, and then at the door that hid the ignorant son. A profound sense of villainous satisfaction filled his chest.
This was true power. Not just breaking bones, but breaking reality itself.
Wang Qin looked at Shen Anyu, her eyes filled with tears, her face flushed with a complex mix of emotions—shame for her son, shame for herself, and a terrifying, undeniable desire for the man holding her. She was teetering on the edge of the abyss.
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