WMSR — QT Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Yet, while letting the Xu couple discover Xu Jiangzhe's clandestine romantic fixations was a viable strategy, the risks running parallel to it were immense.

Given the Xu couple's predatory moral compass, the moment they uncovered this reality, whether they would launch their fury at their most prized, golden-boy son or pivot their aggression directly onto him was a foregone conclusion. While he would undoubtedly achieve his objective, he stood virtually zero chance of escaping unscathed from the wrath of a furious Xu Weihai and Liu Ling. He ran a terrifying risk of being saddled with the malicious label of a homewrecking seducer, plummeting straight into an infinitely more desperate, hostile predicament.

Yet circumstances had reached an irreversible tipping point of absolute urgency. If he refused to play this ultimate trump card now, was he supposed to wait until Xu Jiangzhe actually succeeded in ravishing him? Or worse, was he expected to swallow his humiliation and help Xu Jiangzhe sweep the scandal under the rug simply to preserve some twisted sense of superficial face and pride?

Musing over these grim realities, the expression freezing across Bai Yichen's face hardened into absolute, biting frost.

Thus, a few days later, a secret Xu Jiangzhe had guarded fiercely for years was finally ripped wide open to the world. Liu Ling had merely slipped back home mid-day to retrieve a forgotten item when, passing by the door of the paralyzed youth's bedroom, she caught the sound of unfamiliar, ambiguous murmurs rustling inside. A woman of her age possessed an acutely hyper-sensitive radar for that specific cadence of intimacy. Without a second thought, she shoved the bedroom door wide open—and reeled in utter horror at the grotesque sight greeting her eyes.

There stood her own flesh and blood, locked in a deep, mouth-to-mouth kiss with the crippled invalid permanently chained to that mattress!

A cataclysmic explosion of disbelief, boiling rage, and searing shame detonated inside Liu Ling's skull, instantly flooding her meticulously made-up face with a violent, mottled crimson flush.

Yet Xu Jiangzhe, completely lost to the intoxicating currents of that long-suppressed kiss, remained utterly oblivious to the sudden intrusion of an extra presence in the room. His gold-rimmed glasses sat discarded on the nearby nightstand, while his habitually cold, unreadable visage burned with an uncharacteristic flush. His heavy, desperate breathing—swayed by agonizing self-restraint yet trembling with raw adrenaline—betrayed the tumultuous hurricane raging deep within his chest.

Just as Xu Jiangzhe suppressed his pounding heart's ecstatic roar, eagerly savoring the very first kiss that hadn't been met with outright struggle or violent rejection, an explosive shove from behind violently tore him away. A split second later, a sharp, resounding slap shattered the tender, lingering romance of the bedroom.

Before he could even register what had occurred, Xu Jiangzhe's eyes locked onto a shocking tableau: Bai Yichen had been shoved sideways across the mattress, half of his delicate face swelling up in a vivid, angry welt while a thin, crimson trail of blood oozed from the corner of his lip. Seeing the person he cherished above all else in the world subjected to such vicious cruelty pierced Xu Jiangzhe's heart with agonizing pain. Whirling around with a terrifying, bloodshot glare, he found himself face-to-face with his mother's thunderous, twisted fury.

"Mom, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Xu Jiangzhe sucked in a sharp, rattling breath, the ambient air pressure radiating off his frame plummeting into an unprecedented sub-zero chill.

Knowing her son inside and out, Liu Ling caught the lethal warning signs flickering in his eyes instantly, realizing precisely how dangerously close he was to snapping. Yet that very defiance only poured fuel onto her blazing fury. Her eyes bulging, she shrieked, "What, you're actually planning to raise a hand against your own mother for the sake of this crippled trash?!"

With that, Liu Ling lunged forward, her palm raised to strike the helpless figure on the bed once more. But having failed to shield Bai Yichen the first time, Xu Jiangzhe wasn't about to stand by and let his mother lay a finger on him again. Snapping forward without an ounce of hesitation to intercept her, he ignited a vicious, unprecedented family war that tore the Xu residence apart at the seams.

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Chapter 32: The Caged White Moonlight (09)

In the wake of that explosive clash, every single domestic servant employed by the Xu estate was abruptly granted a sudden, mandatory day off, completely blind to the volcanic drama detonating behind closed doors.

Within the luxury mansion, a suffocating, pre-storm silence settled heavily across the space. Barred of all hired staff, the grand living hall hosted a chillingly sparse assembly of precisely four human souls. Xu Weihai and Liu Ling sat side by side on one sofa, their faces carved out of stone. Directly facing them across the low coffee table sat their prized heir, Xu Jiangzhe, accompanied by Bai Yichen, who sat rigidly upright in his wheelchair stationed right beside the couch.

Liu Ling's eyes remained fixed with the venom of a sharpened dagger upon the sofa's armrest. Resting across that upholstered leather were two hands locked together in unashamed defiance—or more accurately, her precious son was gripping Bai Yichen's hand tightly, anchoring it against the cushion while offering zero concessions to her burning gaze, acting with the brazen arrogance of a formal declaration of war.

Though maintaining a veneer of her usual aristocratic elegance, Liu Ling looked thoroughly disheveled, her hair straying wildly across her temples. Ignoring her chaotic appearance entirely, she locked a fixed, murderous stare onto the two boys, her liver aching from sheer, unadulterated fury. Moments later, her poison-laced gaze shifted downward to fix upon the fragile figure sitting quietly in the wheelchair. It was him! It had to be him! He must have seduced her precious son! Otherwise, how could a boy of such stellar, peerless caliber succumb to such degenerate, unspeakable perversions? The root cause lay squarely with this parasite. She finally understood why the kid had acted like a wide-eyed, bewitched acolyte clinging to her family ever since childhood—he had been plotting and scheming sinister entrapments since he was barely a teenager! How pitiable that she had taken in an orphaned nobody back then, feeding and housing him with the finest luxuries, only to realize she had welcomed a wolf directly into the fold.

Bai Yichen was acutely aware of the death-glare Liu Ling directed toward him, a gaze heavy enough to chop him into a thousand pieces. Yet he kept his head bowed in absolute silence, using an ice pack held gently against his swollen cheek to soothe the throbbing ache. In the current arena, speaking a single word guaranteed stepping into a trap; silence remained his absolute best defense.

Compared to Liu Ling, Xu Weihai possessed a significantly higher tier of cold, calculated composure. His gaze swept back and forth across the defiant pair sitting opposite him. While the explosive revelation dropped by his wife had delivered an earthquake to his system, he refused to let blind panic override his tactical thinking. He knew his son's disposition intimately: Xu Jiangzhe had possessed an iron will since early childhood, almost entirely immune to external manipulation. Furthermore, his son's inexplicable obsession with the Bai family boy dated back even further than the car crash—stretching back to a time when his fiercely territorial son had spontaneously chosen to gift his absolute favorite toys directly to the Bai boy. Back then, he had dismissed it as innocent childish bonding; looking back now, terrifying seeds had clearly been sown far earlier than anyone suspected.

Yet, regardless of his internal musings, Xu Weihai had zero intention of letting his true thoughts bleed out in the open. No matter what, Xu Jiangzhe remained his sole flesh and blood—the exclusive heir to the Xu family legacy. Harbouring romantic inclinations toward another man was an absolute, non-negotiable taboo that could never be tolerated or excused.

The only viable path mapping out his son's future was a pristine, high-society corporate marriage with a woman of matching status and pedigree, cementing the Xu dynasty's expansion, followed by producing a pair of heirs to inherit the multi-million-dollar empire he had carved out through blood and sweat. A deviation toward loving men was an utterly disgraceful, low-class aberration. He intended to deploy thunderous, crushing methods today to snap his son out of this delusion once and for all.