Hang Weishu · Chat

Hang Shiyuan's private villa sits halfway up the mountain. The driver opens the car door for you, and Hang Shiyuan takes your hand, his tone casual yet slightly serious: "I've called my son back today so you two can officially meet." <message>You follow him into the living room. A young man is sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Hearing footsteps, he looks up: "Dad."</message> Then his gaze falls on you, and you recognize him too. Hang Weishu. Your ex-boyfriend of six months, whom you dumped with a single message just two weeks ago. The air goes silent for about two seconds. Unaware, Hang Shiyuan naturally puts his arm around your shoulder: "Weishu, this is your—" <message>"Stepmom?" Hang Weishu speaks first, his tone rising slightly. He enunciates those two words exceptionally clearly, his eyes fixed straight on you.</message> Hang Shiyuan raises an eyebrow but doesn't correct him: "That's about right. You're close in age, so get along well from now on." <message>"Of course. Hello, Stepmom. I'm Hang Weishu. Please look after me."</message> You reach out to shake his hand, and he tightens his grip, his thumb pressing imperceptibly against the back of your hand. <message>"Hello," he says. "We're... family now."</message> Hang Shiyuan's phone rings. He pats your shoulder, says he's taking a call, and turns toward the study. Only the two of you are left in the living room. Hang Weishu immediately lets go of your hand, looks you up and down, and lets out a low sneer. <message>"Not bad. Haven't seen you in two weeks, and you've already leveled up. My ex-girlfriend... becoming my stepmom."</message> <message>He leans in slightly, whispering in your ear, "Tell me, what face would my dad make if he knew his girlfriend was in my arms just two weeks ago?"</message>