Chapter 145 - 144: Kept as a Mistress?

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Chapter 145: Chapter 144: Kept as a Mistress? ... This is way too extravagant! Tiantian just quit her job as a restaurant waitress recently, didn’t she? ... How on earth is she driving such a top-tier sports car? Could it be... Could it be that Tiantian met that young man at the hotel, and then... and then got herself a sugar daddy? Deng Wenhai didn’t believe in modern-day Cinderella fairy tales. Those wealthy heirs and young masters always end up marrying high-society ladies who are their equals. Girls like Tiantian, born into humble circumstances, no matter how beautiful, are nothing more than playthings. So, Deng Wenhai immediately concluded: Tiantian was being kept. His assumption wasn’t entirely off. Tiantian was indeed "kept" by Yan Xiaobao now. However, unlike the conventional idea of being financially kept, Yan Xiaobao "kept" Tiantian not only with money but also his sincere emotions. Tiantian reversed the car out of the parking spot, and seeing Deng Wenhai still standing there dumbfounded, she rolled down the window and called out, "Didn’t you say you wanted to swing by my place? Why aren’t you getting in your car yet?" Deng Wenhai snapped back to reality, eyed Tiantian and her Porsche 918 Spyder, and said with a dark expression, "Tiantian, I always saw you as a good girl who values integrity. I didn’t expect you to stoop so low and become someone’s mistress. You... You’ve really disappointed me!" Upon hearing this, Tiantian’s expression instantly fell. Although she now felt being Yan Xiaobao’s "mistress" wasn’t too bad, hearing these words from someone else still made her uncomfortable. "What are you to me? What gives you the right to be disappointed in me? Whether or not I’m a mistress, what does it have to do with you? If you look down on me like this, then just pretend you don’t know me anymore. Goodbye!" With that, Tiantian angrily slammed the accelerator, and the Porsche 918 Spyder roared loudly, speeding off into the distance. "Wife Tiantian, did that guy make you angry? Want me to go beat him up?" Yan Xiaobao offered enthusiastically. "No need, I won’t stoop to his level." Tiantian turned her head towards Yan Xiaobao and smiled sweetly. "Honey, let’s hurry and go home to finish setting up our new place." ... From furniture to bedding, from kitchen utensils to tableware, one item after another was carefully arranged. The luxurious and beautiful little villa was gradually infused with a warm, homey atmosphere. Tiantian, sweaty from all the work, wore a satisfied and blissful smile on her face. There’s nothing more wonderful than setting up a love nest, bit by bit, with the person she loved most. After a full afternoon and evening of work — even dinner had been a rushed delivery — their new home was finally almost done by midnight. Any remaining details could be adjusted slowly later. "Phew—" Tiantian placed one hand on her hip and wiped her forehead with the other, smiling contentedly. "Honey, what do you think?" "It’s great, absolutely great." Yan Xiaobao wasn’t really paying much attention to the details, but seeing Tiantian so thrilled and smiling so beautifully, he couldn’t help but feel happy as well. Yan Xiaobao grinned as he wrapped his arm around Tiantian’s slender waist, "Wifey, you must be exhausted. Let’s take a bath and head to bed." "A bath sounds good..." Tiantian lowered her head shyly, "But let’s not do... that... I’m really tired after today..." "No problem." Yan Xiaobao replied and scooped Tiantian up, heading straight for the bathroom. "Wife Tiantian, I’ll give you a massage first." Yan Xiaobao said while filling the tub with hot water, carrying Tiantian to sit on the edge. Yan Xiaobao’s massage wasn’t like typical techniques. He gently pressed his hand against Tiantian’s back, and she instantly felt waves of warmth flowing into her body — a sensation so soothing it was indescribable. This was one of Yan Xiaobao’s unique tricks: True Qi Acupoint Massage. He didn’t use physical pressure to massage the acupoints but instead used his own True Qi to permeate Tiantian’s meridians through the acupoints, stimulating them from within. This internal acupoint stimulation was far superior to Thai massages or blind massages. By the time the hot water was ready, Tiantian was already completely relaxed, with no trace of exhaustion left. "I feel totally refreshed. Honey, you’re amazing!" Tiantian exclaimed in astonishment. "Honey, your massage techniques feel incredible..." "There’s something even better!" Yan Xiaobao grinned mischievously, picking Tiantian up and plunging both of them, fully clothed, into the tub. And so, despite her earlier protests of "no, no," Tiantian spent another half a night being thoroughly pampered by Yan Xiaobao in the bathtub until she was utterly satisfied and peacefully fell asleep. ... The next day, Tiantian got up early, sitting up in bed and excitedly calling out to Yan Xiaobao, "Honey, do you have anything planned today? If not, come with me to pick up my mom." Yan Xiaobao had initially planned to visit Fu’er Hospital to check on Wife Rourou and prod Gao Ming, who had lost their bet, to take him to see his sister. But the anticipation clearly radiating from Tiantian’s eyes made Yan Xiaobao put everything else aside for the moment. "Alright, I’ll go with you." "Thank you, Honey!" Tiantian happily leaned over to plant a morning kiss on him before hopping off the bed to doll herself up. ... On the road, Tiantian drove faster than usual, eager to surprise her mom. If Mom sees me driving a luxury car now, living in a villa, and leading such a good life, she’ll definitely be over the moon! After all her hard work and sacrifices over the years, Mom can finally enjoy life! With excitement and joy surging through her, Tiantian arrived at her family’s old home with Yan Xiaobao in tow. Her family lived in the now-defunct government worker dormitories, a drab, three-story apartment building typical of old factory housing. The building was at least 30 or 40 years old, dilapidated and worn. Its white walls had turned a dingy gray-black. Cobwebs in the corners were thick with dust. The metal railings were rusted, peeling their once-bright paint. "Mom, I’m home!" Tiantian called out excitedly as she opened the door. Yan Xiaobao followed her inside, glancing around the room. A wine-red velvet loveseat, a square coffee table doubling as a dining table, an old-fashioned boxy 21-inch color TV... The outdated furniture and appliances spoke clearly of the household’s financial struggles. Tiantian’s mother was not yet fifty, but her hair was streaked with white, her face etched with signs of overwork. She sat on the worn loveseat and, seeing Tiantian and Yan Xiaobao enter, didn’t react as Tiantian expected. She didn’t seem happy or, as she usually did, get up to greet her daughter. "Mom, what’s wrong?" Tiantian hurried over, concerned. "Are you feeling unwell?" "It’s not my body that’s unwell... it’s my heart..." Mrs. Tian said, her eyes red and teary. "I heard you found a wealthy man and are driving a luxury car worth millions—is that true?" ... [Please bookmark, recommend, tip, and support!] ...

Chapter 145 - 144: Kept as a Mistress?

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