The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Is that your reason?
“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing much, just took him as my godson. You were right; he is indeed quite interesting.”

The night had not completely ended yet.

This long night still belonged to this unimaginably charming mother and daughter duo, each with their charm beyond belief.

The mature woman’s words made Angel frown and look over.

“My dear mom, you must be out of your mind. Do you need me to find you a psychiatrist?”

Polite, but just barely.

Celeste smiled elegantly, lifting her coffee cup and taking a sip.

“What’s the matter? You think it’s fine to bring him home because you find him interesting, and I think it’s the same logic to take him as my godson, isn’t it?”

Angel scoffed.

“How interesting can he be in your presence? You’re not usually so impulsive. Don’t think I don’t know your motives, but using such outdated methods won’t work anymore, at least not with my current strong interest in him.”

Celeste smiled.

“So, you like Sam that much?”

Angel didn’t answer.

Her gaze drifted to the ethereal sky, that seemingly eternal expanse of stars that humanity could never fully comprehend, in both scientific and philosophical terms.

Celeste sighed.

“Do you want me to deal with him using extreme measures, to prevent him from hurting you?”

“Sam could never hurt me. I’m not that fragile, nor am I obsessed with love,” Angel responded evenly.

Celeste shook her head, smiling.

“Young people are so full of personality. Always believing in their own willpower, always thinking that friendship between men and women isn’t a big deal, always believing they can take responsibility for their own decisions. And Sam, he’s smart, at least smarter than you think.”

“Of course, I know he’s not dumb. He often likes to pretend in front of me, and I can see through his little schemes in an instant; I just choose not to say anything.”

Celeste looked at her daughter with some surprise.

“You know?”

Angel’s lips curled slightly.

“Of course, I’m well aware. Everything Sam does and says is just to provoke my competitive spirit. He wants me to be more eager to conquer him. And I also know he’s up to no good outside, entangled with several women.”

This puzzled Celeste a bit.

“If you know all this, why do you bring Sam home and even spend time alone with him in your bedroom?”

Angel looked at her mother with utter confidence.

“Because that’s what makes it interesting. Using the family’s power to deal with those women or to make Sam entirely mine would be too crude and simple. It’s like those toys that are easy to obtain; they quickly become boring, and then you throw them away, looking for new thrills. That’s boring, and I don’t plan to play such repetitive games. He’s someone special.

What I intend to do is make him wholeheartedly submit to me, accept everything about me, and let me personally interfere and shape his life into what I hope for. Don’t you think he’s a good template?”

Indeed.

By the standards of a nurturing game.

The boy named Sam is an excellent template, truly one of a kind.

Young, healthy, brimming with youthfulness.

Handsome in appearance, his voice, even his scent, is so comforting.

A perfect template for creation.

The most unique aspect is probably his background. A boy from the countryside, full of endless possibilities.

For a girl with such a strong desire to control… wanting to personally shape such a boy really fits her character.

And it even offers a bit of a challenge.

Seems like a pretty good game, doesn’t it?

Celeste’s expression was not good as she looked at her daughter.

“Do you really think this is just a game? A game that you can start and end whenever you want, easily?”

Angel’s expression turned cold.

“Don’t talk to me about love or any of that. I don’t understand it, nor do I follow others’ principles. I do what I want, play what I want, and that’s all there is to it. So, mom, you don’t need to worry about him. I can handle everything about him, perfectly.”

Celeste suddenly felt as if she had aged in an instant.

Is this what young people are like now?

Is this her daughter?

Celeste felt a bit ashamed and sad, wondering if it was her upbringing that had made her this way. She couldn’t help but miss the days when her little girl would hug her legs and say, “Mom, I want some candy.”

Celeste stood up and looked at her daughter.

“If that’s the case… then I have every reason to intervene.”

Angel was taken aback, looking at her mother.

“On what grounds?”

Celeste smiled.

“Because now I am his mother too.”

Angel couldn’t help but frown.

“Don’t say things that don’t make sense. What are you really planning to do?”

Celeste smiled and walked to the door.

“Nothing much, just controlling the situation when necessary. To keep you from getting too lost in the role.”

“I am your daughter.” She said this.

But Celeste sighed.

“But Sam is also his mother’s child.”

Angel was stunned, unable to help but retort.

“Is that your reason?”

Celeste met her daughter’s bewildered gaze.

“The most important reason, of course, is that you are my daughter. No one is more concerned about you getting hurt than I am.”

Hearing this, Angel couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

“Is it not too late to say such things now? Where were you when I needed to hear them the most? Were you dead?”

Celeste’s pupils contracted for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she turned her head away.

Opening the door.

“I’m going to rest. From now on, you two are siblings in name. Interact as brother and sister, I’ll be overseeing.”

As she left Angel’s room and closed the door behind her, Celeste clearly heard the last words spoken in that room.

“Just like when I was a kid… no difference at all.”

Celeste lifted her head, murmuring to herself.

I can’t make the same mistake.

She looked down the long, dark corridor.

The woman slowly walked away, leaving only a faint sigh behind.

—

“Ding Ding~”

The sound of the alarm rang.

Sam, with his hair in disarray, got up from under the blankets.

He looked out at the weather.

It was raining.

Raindrops pattered against the window.

Dropping onto the glass one by one, then sliding down like tears.

Sam rubbed his messy hair, still not fully awake.

But the rainy weather put him in a good mood.

How should he put it? He indeed liked the brightness of the sun, but he also appreciated the gentleness of rainy days.

His mood seemed to dampen with it, for one cannot always be full of vitality; occasionally, one needs to settle and rejuvenate.

With this mood, Sam started his new day.

As usual, he ran into Louis by the shoe cabinet.

Louis, as always, was excited to talk about games, anime, and the news of some upcoming AAA game release.

Sam, as usual, attended classes inattentively, becoming the kind of student he once despised the most.

Claiming he hadn’t reviewed, hadn’t done the exercises, hadn’t listened in class, didn’t take notes, but he could easily grasp the key points of the knowledge, and his exam scores were always among the best.

Everything seemed normal, no different from usual, and Alice on the podium, as always, chose the ‘right’ moment to give him a little shock.

Her tactics included deliberately dropping a pen as she walked past Sam, then crouching down to pick it up, revealing her full and perky breasts at just the right moment.

There was also the deliberate act of calling Sam forward to write on the board and then, from behind the podium where no one could see her, maintaining a serious look at the students while innocently using her high heels to caress Sam’s calves.

She certainly had her ways.

In the afternoon, just as classes finally ended and Sam was getting ready to go home, his phone buzzed with a social media friend request notification.

He paused, clicked on it, and saw a familiar profile picture followed by…

Celeste: Sam, hurry up and accept mom’s friend request~

“Damn!” he exclaimed.

Was she serious?

Leaning back in his chair, hands spread, Sam frowned deeply.

Louis, curious, looked over.

“What’s up? That expression looks familiar. Did you suddenly remember some embarrassing moments from your past?”

Sam let out a sigh.

“It’s not just the past; every step I take now seems to be embarrassing. I’m off.”

“Where to? Going to play some games?”

“Off to the club room… My phone’s bombarded with messages.”

Sam’s phone was indeed being bombarded with messages, not from anyone else but from the president of The Ultimate Human Department, the senior Isabella.

The messages were roughly as follows:

[Sam, Sophie, where’s your project? Why haven’t I seen it yet?]

[Hello? Anyone there?!]

[Not talking, huh! After school, The Ultimate Human Department, everyone assemble!]

[Come on~~~ Let’s discuss it properly~]

[Hurry! Up! Don’t make your senior beg!]

Initially, the messages were in a group chat.

But later on, they became direct messages to Sam.

Sam then remembered there was something from yesterday that hadn’t been resolved… But then again, considering the ‘big events’ he had dealt with yesterday, what was this minor issue?

Wanting to avoid further bombardment of messages, Sam had no choice but to head to the club room with his backpack.

By the time Sam arrived, both Sophie and Isabella were already there.

Sophie was sitting in her familiar spot, the sound of rain pitter-pattering outside, her eyes glued to the book in her hands without a moment’s distraction.

Isabella, on the other hand, was visibly upset at Sam’s entrance, her lips pursed in a pout.

“Hey, Sam, you’ve got the nerve to show up!”

Sam paused.

“Should I leave, then?”

“Get in here!”

Sam walked in calmly and shut the door.

Isabella, with her hands on her hips, glared at the two sitting in front of her.

“You guys don’t respect me as your president at all!”

Sam glanced at Sophie, who clearly had no intention of looking up, making it obvious she didn’t consider Isabella’s presence important.

With a sense of resignation, Sam said, “Things have been hectic lately, I forgot, okay? Cool off a bit, senior.”

Isabella looked at Sam, dissatisfied.

“You’ve got excuses? What could possibly be so busy for a high school student? Starting a factory or negotiating business deals?”

Sam thought for a moment. “A very important thing.”

Isabella sarcastically added, “Well then, I hope to hear the good news of your child’s birth next week.”

“…It’s not that important.”

Isabella sat down with a huff and then sighed.

“This won’t do. Club activities aren’t for passing the time. As a group pursuing the ultimate human achievements, how can we afford to waste time? Failing to come up with a challenge plan is a waste of life.”

Sam raised his hand.

“President, I’ve just thought of a plan.”

“Let’s hear it, Sam.”

“I want to see how much of life I can actually waste.”

“Sam, please go die.”

“Why do you have to be so harsh?”

Isabella glared at Sam.

“At least I can’t be at peace with wasting my life.”

Finally, Sophie spoke up, though her eyes remained on her book.

“Chasing the ultimate human achievement is your goal, not ours. It’s already nice of us to cooperate with you, so why should we also come up with the plans for you?”

Isabella let out a cold laugh.

“Ha, if you can’t think of anything, just say so. Bookworms are just bookworms, no good for anything but reading, like wood riddled with worms, good to look at but useless.”

“Who says?!”

Sophie instantly reacted, as if a switch had been flipped.

Isabella, having fully grasped Sophie’s character, disdainfully retorted, “Then think of one now. Prove yourself with your abilities.”

Sophie snapped her book shut and gave a cold smile.

“It’s just a club activity proposal, no big deal.”

She closed her eyes, meditating like an old monk in silence.

After about a minute, she opened her eyes, avoiding Isabella’s gaze and looking towards Sam instead.

“Your turn.”

Sam paused, puzzled.

“Weren’t you supposed to come up with something? What am I supposed to say?”

Sophie’s expression remained unchanged, her demeanor natural. “I’ve already conveyed it to you through telepathy.”

“Ah? When did this happen? Since when do you have telepathy?”

“That you didn’t receive it is your issue, not mine.”

Sophie then reopened her book, resuming her reading.

However, the slight, barely suppressed smile on her face was evident to anyone looking.

Seeing Isabella rolling her eyes in frustration, Sam tried to mediate.

“Let’s discuss it tomorrow, I promise to think about it tonight. I can’t come up with any good ideas right now; these things need to happen naturally…”

“Bang!”

Suddenly, the door was thrown open.

All three jumped in shock and turned towards the doorway.

They saw a girl with glasses standing at the door, pushing up her glasses.

“Sorry to interrupt, but this is The Ultimate Human Department, right? I’m Dahlia from the Youth Literature Department. I need your help with something, is that okay?”

Sam hesitated as he looked at her.

Well, well.

Did his words just trigger a plot point? Could this get any more coincidental?

Sophie’s face immediately showed reluctance, clearly sensing something.

Isabella, on the other hand, was practically blooming with excitement.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Help? Please, come in!”

Dahlia paused.

“But I haven’t even said what it’s about…”

Isabella couldn’t help but get up and approach Dahlia, almost like a bandit dragging her inside.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll help with anything, whether it’s surfing in the Sahara Desert or catching penguins in the Arctic. We’re a club that loves to help!”