Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Shut up!"

Che Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, not wanting to hear anything about "breasts" anymore, or else she really feared she wouldn't be able to restrain herself from killing someone.

...

At that moment, Che Xiaoxiao opened the bathroom window and said, "You should leave through here, even though it's the second floor, I think with your skills it shouldn't be a problem."

"Mhm," Hao Jian responded, now all he wanted was to leave this damned place as quickly as possible.

"Xiaoxiao, open the door."

But just at that moment, as fate would have it, Guo Shuxian returned and knocked on Che Xiaoxiao's door again.

"Quick, hide. Quick, hide," Che Xiaoxiao hurriedly pulled Hao Jian back in.

Hao Jian felt like he was ready to die: "I must be played to death by you mother and daughter!"

"Mom, is there something else?"

Not to mention Hao Jian wanting to die, now Che Xiaoxiao herself wanted to die. Her mother usually went straight to sleep when she came back, but why didn't it stop tonight? Could it have something to do with being drunk?

"Just open the door first."

"No, you tell me what it is first."

"Hey, you child," Guo Shuxian was getting annoyed: "My pajamas have been washed, I want to borrow one from you to wear."

"This... Alright then."

Guo Shuxian could only helplessly open the door because she knew she couldn't fool her, as she was aware that her daughter had plenty of pajamas. If she refused to lend one, it would only raise her mother's suspicions.

"What in the world is going on with you tonight? Why are you acting like you've committed a crime?" Guo Shuxian eyed Che Xiaoxiao disapprovingly.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired, oh my god!" Che Xiaoxiao suddenly screamed in horror, pointing at Guo Shuxian.

Che Xiaoxiao's scream also startled Hao Jian in the bathroom. Peering through the crack in the door, he wanted to see what was happening outside, but when he got a clear view, he, too, couldn't help but gasp.

Guo Shuxian, unbeknownst to how, had already taken off her professional attire, leaving only her undergarments, and what's more, they were the most deadly kind, fiery red with lace trim, showing off her impressive figure in all its glory.

Those long, straight, desirable legs; although she was thirty-seven, she had a voluptuous figure that was yet well-proportioned, with tight, fair skin, full breasts, and a perky rear—mainly, she was still beautiful.

Hao Jian hadn't taken a good look before, but now that he saw clearly, he realized that Guo Shuxian was indeed a top-notch beauty.

That made sense. Che Xiaoxiao was so pretty because she took after her mother.

"You silly girl, what are you screaming about? You startled me."

Guo Shuxian patted her chest, herself startled by Che Xiaoxiao's sudden outburst.

What do you mean, scream? You're stripping in front of my friend, how can I not scream?

Che Xiaoxiao felt like crying and quickly blocked her mother's view: "Can you put your clothes on?"

"Why? You've seen me like this before, is it worth making such a fuss?"

Guo Shuxian giggled, but disregarded Che Xiaoxiao and continued to move around her room in her underwear.

Che Xiaoxiao heaved sigh after sigh, covering her face, but was utterly helpless and cursed inwardly: Hao Jian that scumbag is getting a real bargain here!

Meanwhile, Hao Jian, witnessing this scene from inside the bathroom, was close to losing control, even wanting to whistle to express his excited emotions.

But he knew that if he dared to do so, both women would definitely slaughter him.

It took a good while before Guo Shuxian, dizzily, found the pajamas.

Che Xiaoxiao hurriedly urged, "Now that you've found it, go back to your room to bathe. I'm going to rest too."

"That won't do, the showerhead in my bathroom is broken, so I need to use yours to wash up!" Guo Shuxian pouted and said enticingly.

"What?"

Che Xiaoxiao's exclamation had now turned into a complete scream.

Inside the bathroom, Hao Jian bore an expression that read 'I have nothing left to live for,' lamenting how the author of this book really didn't hold back on playing him to death for a more thrilling plot.

"What on earth is up with you, child, with all this screaming late at night? Have you seen a ghost?" Guo Shuxian said somewhat angrily, being scared several times in a row by Che Xiaoxiao.

"You can't bathe in my room." Che Xiaoxiao's head shook like a rattle.

"Then what do you want me to do? Am I supposed to go without a bath?" Guo Shuxian snorted.

"How about you come back tomorrow?" Che Xiaoxiao tentatively asked.

But Guo Shuxian was fuming and wasn't going to listen, marching straight past Che Xiaoxiao towards the bathroom.

Che Xiaoxiao grabbed Guo Shuxian's hand, pleading,

"Mom."

"Let go, or I'll really get angry!" Guo Shuxian's tone turned unfriendly.

Che Xiaoxiao could only let go helplessly, thinking to herself that they were definitely doomed now.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This silly girl, acting all crazy tonight."

Just as Guo Shuxian shut the bathroom door, she started to mumble to herself, without noticing someone was in the bathroom, only seeing that the tub was inexplicably filling with water, bubbles floating on top.

"This silly girl, leaving the water running after a bubble bath. Well, that's fine, saves me from having to turn on the water." Guo Shuxian talked to herself, beginning to take off the undergarments she was wearing.

At that moment, Che Xiaoxiao, eavesdropping outside the bathroom, also felt something was off.

Logically, her mom should have discovered Hao Jian by now, so why was there still no commotion?

Perhaps Hao Jian took the chance to slip away while they were talking? It must be the case!

Che Xiaoxiao let out a sigh of relief, thankful that Hao Jian was smart enough, otherwise, they would have been dead for sure!

"Ah!!!!"

But the very next second, a piercing scream of terror echoed from the bathroom.

Che Xiaoxiao shrank her head back, a bitter smile crossing her lips:

"I... overestimated him!"

Half an hour later, Hao Jian and Che Xiaoxiao both appeared on the sofa in the living room, heads drooping, embodying the picture of guilt with a demeanor that screamed, 'I am culpable, deserving of my fate.'"