Chapter 191 - 192: Me and My Mom, You Must Choose One

BOOM!!

For a moment, Yang Xun was completely dumbfounded!

This stunning mother-daughter pair had actually appeared on his bed at the same time!

What sent a shiver down his spine was that the expressions on their faces were surprisingly identical. There was no trace of coyness or charm—only extreme seriousness.

This was especially true of Mi Ting, whose beautiful eyes were fixed on him, her gaze holding an interrogating glint.

Gulp...

Yang Xun swallowed hard, a sense of panic suddenly rising in his heart.

’What in the world is going on?’

’Did what happened in the bathtub this afternoon make them angrier the more they thought about it? Are they ganging up on me to settle the score?’

"Um... Auntie, Sister Ting, you’re not sleeping? Why have you come to my room so late... What’s this all about?"

Yang Xun gave a dry laugh and asked cautiously.

Mi Ting snorted coldly, crossing her arms and squeezing her already impressive assets into an even deeper cleavage. With a stern expression, she said:

"Yang Xun, since everything is out in the open, let’s get this straight right now. You can only choose one of us—my mother or me. Whoever you pick, you can never be with the other one again! So, tell us. Who do you choose?"

"What?!"

Hearing this, Yang Xun gasped, shaking his head frantically like a rattle-drum.

’This is a classic no-win question!’

’If I choose Mi Ting, Chen Xiafang will be heartbroken. She’s been a widow for years and she finally opened her heart to me.’

’If I choose Chen Xiafang, Mi Ting will think I’m a complete animal for stealing her own mother away!’

Yang Xun immediately shot a pleading look at Chen Xiafang. "Auntie..." he cried, his face a mask of misery.

However, for the first time ever, Chen Xiafang didn’t soften. She turned her head away slightly, avoiding Yang Xun’s gaze, but her tone was firm. "Xiaoxun, don’t look at me. Tingting and I have already discussed this. This ridiculous situation can’t go on. You have to make a choice today."

"Sigh!"

Yang Xun let out a heavy sigh, his face a picture of resignation.

’How am I supposed to choose?’

’No matter who I pick, I’ll offend the other one.’

"Sister Ting, Auntie, please listen to me. I swear my feelings for both of you are genuine. You’re equally important to me, and neither of you can be replaced..."

Yang Xun quickly scooted closer, perching on the edge of the bed and launching into a long, earnest speech to placate them.

He threw out every sweet-talking line he could think of, trying to talk his way out of it.

But the mother and daughter, who would usually soften after a little coaxing, seemed to have steeled their resolve today. They weren’t buying it.

"Less talk! You have to choose one today!"

Mi Ting was relentless, her eyes fixed on him.

As he watched the two of them stand their ground, a flash of insight suddenly struck Yang Xun. He studied their eyes carefully. Though they were putting on a serious act, he could see a hidden trace of nervousness and anticipation deep within their gazes. Even their breathing had quickened involuntarily.

The corners of Yang Xun’s mouth quirked up. He had seen right through their little act.

"Since you’re forcing me to choose..."

Yang Xun took a deep breath and suddenly stood up, looming over the stunning mother-daughter pair on the bed. His gaze turned incomparably domineering. "Only children make choices. I, Yang Xun... want it all!"

Before the words had even left his lips, Yang Xun pounced onto the bed like a hungry wolf, wrapping his powerful arms around both Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang and pulling them into a tight embrace!

"Ah! What are you doing?! Let me go!"

"You bastard, let go..."

The mother and daughter cried out in alarm, beginning to struggle in his arms.

However, to a Cultivator like Yang Xun, their meager struggles were no different from being tickled.

Besides, their struggles were limp and half-hearted. Not only were they not using their full strength, their bodies were, intentionally or not, pressing closer into his embrace. It was a classic display of coyly feigning resistance.

If Yang Xun still didn’t understand what was happening, he’d have to be an idiot!

So, after all that, the mother-daughter duo had been putting on an act to test him!

"Hehe, you want me to choose? Not a chance!"

With a wicked smirk, Yang Xun let his hands roam shamelessly over their graceful curves. He lowered his head, one moment kissing Mi Ting’s pure, tender lips, the next capturing Chen Xiafang’s mature, full ones.

Under Yang Xun’s masterful and domineering touch, the mother and daughter soon lost all resistance. Their bodies went limp, their eyes grew hazy, and their breathing became ragged.

"You scoundrel... all you know is how to bully us..."

Mi Ting murmured coquettishly, but her hands instinctively wrapped around Yang Xun’s neck.

Chen Xiafang, her face burning, simply closed her eyes and let Yang Xun have his way.

An unprecedented three-way battle thus commenced!

The room quickly filled with a lustful air as the temperature soared.

With a woman in each arm, Yang Xun savored Mi Ting’s youthful, energetic tightness one moment, and reveled in Chen Xiafang’s ripe, tender voluptuousness the next.

The mother and daughter worked together with surprising harmony, pulling out all the stops in an attempt to "drain dry" the philandering bastard.

Ultimately, however, they underestimated the formidable stamina of a Qi Refining Fifth Layer Cultivator.

That night, Yang Xun was a force of nature, unleashing his divine might until the mother-daughter duo were utterly defeated, begging for mercy again and again.

The battle raged on past four in the morning. It wasn’t until Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang had exhausted their very last ounce of strength and fallen into a deep slumber that the wild campaign finally came to an end.

Gazing at the pure, lovely daughter on one side and the mature, charming mother on the other, a satisfied smile graced Yang Xun’s lips. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

...

The next day at noon, sunlight streamed into the room through a gap in the curtains.

Yang Xun stretched, waking up feeling refreshed and invigorated.

The mother and daughter were no longer in the bed.

He got dressed and walked out of his room. In the living room, he found that Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang had already prepared a full table of delicious food.

When they saw Yang Xun emerge, blushes bloomed on both of their cheeks. Their eyes met his, sharing a look of intimacy that only the three of them could understand.

"Brother, you’re awake! Hurry up and eat!"

Yang Cai was sitting at the dining table, excitedly fiddling with a small glass bottle in her hands.

Yang Xun walked over and sat down, his gaze falling upon the small bottle.

Inside the bottle was a thick, white liquid that gave off a faint, unique scent.

The sight of it made Yang Xun’s expression turn extremely strange. He instantly recalled how, at the end of their "battle" last night, Mi Ting had collected a good amount of his "essence," saying she was going to give it to Yang Cai.

The next moment, his eyes fell upon Yang Cai’s face, studying it.

’I have to admit,’ he thought, ’my sister’s skin does look much better now. My essence really works wonders as a beauty product.’

The four of them ate together, the atmosphere joyous and exceptionally cheerful.

After the meal, Yang Xun returned to his room, took out his phone, and called Yue Feifei.

"Hey, Feifei. I’ve already cased the joint."

Yang Xun got straight to the point. "We can make our move tonight and take the antique calligraphy and paintings."

On the other end of the line, Yue Feifei’s voice filled with excitement. "Really? That’s great! I’m ready to go whenever!"

"Alright. Meet me at the entrance to Xiaoxie Village at one a.m. We’ll head over together from there."

"No problem. See you tonight!"

「In the blink of an eye, it was one in the morning.」

Yang Xun arrived at the entrance of Xiaoxie Village as planned. Yue Feifei was already there, having waited for some time in a van.

Without wasting any words, the two set off, using the cover of darkness to silently make their way to the dilapidated old residential complex, Jinhu Garden.

Avoiding any areas where they might run into someone, the pair expertly navigated to the door of Room 502 in Building Three.

Yang Xun circulated his True Qi again, projecting a wisp of it from his fingertip into the lock.

CLICK. The door swung open.

Yue Feifei pushed open the door. When the faint beam of her flashlight illuminated what was inside, she was completely stunned. There were mountains of antique porcelain, famous works of calligraphy and paintings, and even a bed piled high with gold bars and cash.

"Oh my god... There’s... there’s so much!"

Yue Feifei trembled with excitement. She hurried over to the artworks, examined them closely, and exclaimed, "I found them! I really found them! This is the collection of antiques and paintings that Elder Zhou lost! If it weren’t for you, I would have breached my contract. I can’t imagine how much I would’ve had to pay! Thank you so much!"

"Alright, this isn’t the time for thanks."

Yang Xun glanced warily out the door and said in a low voice, "Xie Haitao could show up at any moment. We have to get this stuff out of here, fast!"

"Right, right! Let’s move it!"

Yue Feifei snapped out of her daze and quickly took out the large canvas bags she had prepared.

After carefully checking to make sure no one was around, the two of them began to frantically haul everything out.

It had to be said, as a Qi Refining Fifth Layer Cultivator, Yang Xun’s strength was astounding.

The heavy antique porcelain and boxes filled with cash were as light as foam in his hands.

He could carry several large boxes at once, shuttling back and forth between the fifth-floor apartment and the van below with incredible speed.

Yue Feifei watched from the side, dumbfounded, doing her best to keep up by packing the items for him.

In just over an hour, the two of them had moved every valuable item from Room 502—including the antiques, paintings, cash, and gold bars—into the large van Yue Feifei had prepared.

Looking at the now-empty room, they shared a smile and quickly left the scene.

The van drove out of the complex, pulling over on a remote side road several kilometers away.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Yang Xun let out a long breath, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. He turned to Yue Feifei in the driver’s seat and asked casually, "We’ve got the goods. Are we taking them to Young Master Zhou now?"

"No."

At his words, Yue Feifei slowly shook her head. She turned to face him and said seriously, "Young Master Zhou said... he wants you to hide them for now."