Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!
Chapter 808 - 334: Mother-in-law's Anger

Pan Min called out twice for Su Qing. Naturally, Su Qing and Zhou Yuwen in the room could hear her.

But given their current situation, how could they possibly respond?

Zhou Yuwen was still on top of Su Qing, working hard.

Su Qing's body was covered in sweat. She wanted to make a sound but didn't dare, so all she could do was cover her mouth with her hand.

Seeing that Pan Min didn't seem to have any intention of entering, Zhou Yuwen grew bolder.

He simply lifted the blanket, lay down beside Su Qing, and shifted to a more comfortable position.

Then, he pulled Su Qing slightly closer into his arms, holding one of her legs and bending it back.

"Mmm... are you crazy?"

At this moment, Su Qing's face was truly red.

Even in the two years of being married to Zhou Yuwen, they had never tried something like this.

Zhou Yuwen whispered near her ear, kissing her earlobe, and said, "Wife, I'm already halfway through. You can't just make me stop now."

"If my mom finds out, I'll have no face left to see anyone."

"She won't come in—just keep your voice down!"

Zhou Yuwen pulled the blanket over both their heads—a rather futile gesture, akin to deceiving oneself—but it provided a bit of psychological comfort.

Under the blanket, Su Qing whispered softly to Zhou Yuwen, saying this would actually be worse if her mom came in.

"If she saw me and you completely naked on the bed, she'd probably have a heart attack."

"Who cares? If she sees, she'll leave on her own."

"You..."

Su Qing felt that Zhou Yuwen had grown incredibly audacious since his "rebirth." She turned over and gave him a playful bite on the shoulder.

The two of them were pressed tightly against each other, with Su Qing's feather duster-like body fitting snugly against Zhou Yuwen's.

Zhou Yuwen wasn't about to be reserved either and simply held Su Qing in his arms.

He continued muttering softly as they carried on.

Even though Su Qing occasionally let out faint whimpers, the blanket was effective at muffling the sound.

At least at that moment, Pan Min didn't hear anything. After calling Su Qing again and receiving no response, Pan Min assumed this girl had probably gone out to hang with that boyfriend of hers again.

What a shame—she had just made freshly fried egg fried rice and hadn't had more than a couple of bites before it was abandoned.

What a waste.

Thinking this, Pan Min decided to sit at the dining table herself, leisurely eating the fried rice.

In small-town life, education was made to feel like a battlefield. Whether transitioning from middle to high school or high school to university, once critical periods arrived, both students and teachers would race against time. It wasn't uncommon for schools to hold classes even on New Year's Eve.

Though Pan Min taught junior high school, her ninth-grade students were already being handled like high schoolers, with self-study classes going as late as 10 p.m. Tonight, because it was the holiday season, Pan Min, unwilling to let her students overwork themselves, dismissed class a period earlier than usual.

As one of the few single female teachers at her school,

Pan Min was considered a woman with great grace and charm, radiating a maternal glow.

Since she was single, she didn't have the daily burdens of managing a household and had the time to put effort into her appearance. For example, right now, she was dressed in professional attire—complete with a pencil skirt and heels—

her crossed legs exuding elegance even as she sat at the dining table eating fried rice.

Using a spoon, she scooped up a bite, brought it to her lips, and chewed slowly.

The fried rice was still warm. And honestly? It tasted pretty good.

On a regular evening, Pan Min would usually grab a bite at a street vendor across from the school after evening classes.

But tonight, she'd thought her daughter would be home, so she came back early to tend to her.

Never did she expect to stumble upon leftover fried rice instead.

The type of fried rice her daughter definitely couldn't have made herself.

Could it be... she brought her boyfriend home!?

Savoring each bite of rice, that thought dawned on Pan Min. She dismissed it as unlikely. How could it be? And even if she did bring him home, for what? Surely they wouldn't...

"Ah...!"

Just as Pan Min was pondering this, a sound suddenly came from the room.

"?"

Pan Min froze, immediately standing up.

By this point, Zhou Yuwen had been pushing Su Qing to her limit.

But Su Qing just couldn't hold it in any longer.

Since they hadn't been caught by Pan Min so far inside the room, their courage had grown.

At this point, Zhou Yuwen was lying down flat.

Su Qing was straddling him.

The skills honed from the "previous life" were still intact, and Su Qing's movements were even better than before.

She leaned her small head back a bit, slightly arching her back.

One hand over her mouth, eyes shut tightly, quietly coordinating with Zhou Yuwen.

But in the end, she just couldn't hold back anymore and whispered to Zhou Yuwen, "I'm about to..."

Zhou Yuwen replied that he was close too.

"Keep your voice down."

"I can't... I... I can't control myself..."

As Su Qing said this, her legs began trembling uncontrollably.

Zhou Yuwen, witnessing this moment, couldn't hold back himself either.

And so—

...

Pan Min's heels clicked louder and louder on the dining room floor as she took several steps closer.

"Who's in there?"

Pan Min clearly sensed that the sound was coming from the room.

"Qingqing?"

For a woman living alone for so long, sudden sounds coming from a room naturally sparked wariness. But she figured it was likely Su Qing; the question was, why wasn't Su Qing responding?

Pan Min already had a broom in hand. Stepping forward in her heels, she moved closer to the room.

"Qingqing, don't scare Mom!"

By this time, Zhou Yuwen and Su Qing had already finished.

Zhou Yuwen was completely spent.

After days without touching a woman, the chance to finally be with Su Qing, and to indulge in her active participation—it was pure bliss. He lay back on the bed, relishing it.

Su Qing was equally exhausted, her skin slick with sweat, as she collapsed next to Zhou Yuwen.

Hearing the sounds outside, Zhou Yuwen whispered, "Your mom is calling you. Go answer her."

"I'm not going. You go. I'm tired." To his dismay, Su Qing unexpectedly decided to play dumb and refused to budge.