The Sugar Mommy System: The Evil Young Master is Villain!!! - Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chaotic feeling!
“It seems your dutifulness has blinded you, dear wife. What good is a perfect wife if there is no affection, no passion?… I was thinking of having another child,”

Finally, patriarch Yang revealed his real intention, his son Yang Khan is crippled, it’s only reasonable if he has another heir, his blood.

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Lady Yang’s brow furrowed slightly at her husband’s words.

So, that was his true motive – to sire another heir. She should have known he would be plotting such a thing, given their son’s crippled state… She thought Young Master was joking but it turned out to be true.

otherwise, there was no need for another child at all.

She averted her gaze, contemplating his statement.

“Another child…” she murmured, her tone neutral and polite.

Inside, she felt a twinge of unease at the prospect.

Their marriage had become so devoid of warmth and affection over the years. How could she bear another child in such a loveless union?

Not to mention, meeting with Young Master, her respect for her husband has died down too.

It’s not hard to see through that her husband chose a strategy to avenge their son, but it backfired hard.

Yet, she knew better than to openly defy her husband’s wishes. As the Patriarch, his word was law. She was merely his faithful wife, bound to obey.

But a part of her couldn’t help but hope that perhaps this child could bring them closer together.

She truly didn’t want her heart to be swayed… past is past, what she has to do is focus on the present and hope for the future.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his piercing gaze.

“If that is your desire, then I shall fulfill my duty,” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

“And perhaps…” she added hesitantly, “this child could be the chance for us to… reconnect.”

A flicker of surprise crossed the Patriarch’s features at her unexpected words. He studied her for a moment, as if trying to discern her true motivations.

“Reconnect, you say?” he mused, his voice tinged with skepticism. “I wasn’t aware our connection had been severed in the first place,”

Lady Yang tensed slightly, realizing she had perhaps overstepped her bounds. “Forgive my tongue, I am ashamed,” she said, lowering her gaze demurely.

“I merely thought that with a new child, we could… rekindle the spark between us.”

The Patriarch was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed in contemplation.

The Patriarch studied his wife’s face intently, his sharp gaze cutting through her carefully composed facade.

He could sense the undercurrent of emotion she was trying to conceal – the hint of longing, the glimmer of hope.

It seems he has been neglecting her too much for his own cultivation, but, Dao is Dao, it comes before his own wife.

( goal before hole )

A slow, almost predatory smile spread across his lips.

“Rekindle the spark, you say?” he murmured, his voice low and contemplative. “How… intriguing.”

He leaned back against the plush cushions, his eyes never leaving hers. “And what, pray tell, did you have in mind?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual. “I’m quite curious to hear your… proposal.”

Lady Yang felt a flutter of trepidation at his words, but she refused to let it show.

Carefully, she chose her next words, mindful of striking the right balance between demure obedience and subtle persuasion.

“Well…,” she began, her voice soft and measured, “I merely thought that with a new child to care for, we might find ourselves spending more time together. Perhaps we could…” She paused, a faint flush creeping across her cheeks.

“Perhaps we could rediscover the… intimacy we once shared.”

The Patriarch’s eyes narrowed, and Lady Yang could see the gears turning in his mind.

She held her breath, waiting for his response.

After a long, tense moment, he let out a slow, contemplative hum. “Intimacy, you say?” he mused, his tone playful, yet laced with a hint of calculation.

“Now, that is an intriguing proposition.”

He leaned forward, his gaze burning into hers. “And what, exactly, did you have in mind, my dear wife?”

Lady Yang felt her heart race as her husband’s piercing gaze bore into her.

She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, but something about his playful, yet calculating tone spurred her on.

“Well…,” she began, choosing her words carefully, “I was thinking perhaps we could… spend more time together. Quiet evenings by the fire, long walks through the gardens…” She paused, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“And of course, we can have another child,”

The Patriarch’s eyes gleamed with something akin to amusement.

“Intimate moments, you say?” he purred, leaning even closer. “And what do you have in mind?”

Lady Yang felt a shiver run down her spine at his proximity, but she refused to let it show.

Summoning her courage, she met his gaze unflinchingly.

“Perhaps…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, “you could show me,”

The Patriarch’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. “Is that so?” he murmured, his hand reaching out to gently caress her cheek.

“Then show me…”

Just then, a strong pain hit him in the abdomen, before he could kiss his wife.

“Ah,” He slightly jerked.

“A-Are you okay,” She asked worriedly, after all, this man had given her a new life.

She still cares for him.

“Cough* Cough* my entire body is in pain… My Qi poll is fully dry and exhausted, it might take me days to fully heal,” closing his eyes, Patriarch muttered.

“I see then take a rest… I will leave you alone,” she spoke, her voice gentle.

“Hmm…” He nodded, while he looked at her, “Make sure not to offend Young Master, he is from the Bai Family of capital,”

‘Eh?’

Suddenly, Yang Su, felt bolts of lightning flowing through her blood.

Her eyes wide opened, her body shaking, full of goosebumps, to think, the young master was from Bai Family.

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Meanwhile, Patriarch Yang didn’t have courage to reveal the condition of his son, but, he was happy that he might get another one soon, completely unaware that his ‘Little brother’ will never wake up now.