"Mother, is something wrong? You seem to be lost in thought?" Xulan asked in concern as they walked out of his Master's mansion after his class was over.
He now had more respect for Lord Bai King after he taught him a simple technique that increased his focus two fold.
But after his class, he noticed his mother's eyes drifting away as if she was deeply thinking about something when usually she always talk to him about a lot of things.
Celia's hands tensed for a moment as she realized she shouldn't think about what happened with Lucas, at least not in front of her son.
"I was thinking about how long it would take you to finish your classes with Lord Bai Long," Celia said with a warm smile.
Xulan smiled and said eagerly, "I hope to learn as much as I can from a powerful expert like him. So it could take a few years. I only wish he wouldn't get disappointed in my performance if he expects me to complete it in a shorter time."
Celia patted his head and said, "Don't worry about it. You aren't going to disappoint anyone. I will see to it that he teaches you everything."
Xulan gave a heartwarming smile as he hugged her, "Thank you, mother. I love you so much. You are the best mother in this world."
"I love you too, my Xulan," Celia said with a complicated smile while her free hand clenched tightly.
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the sky, Nadia found herself in a state of agitation, her hands trembling slightly as she shoved the dress Lucas had sent her into her spatial ring.
It was a command, thinly veiled as an invitation, and it filled her with a mix of anger and apprehension.
She couldn't believe she would have to wear this and go out to meet Lucas at a certain location.
She was about to leave her room when Yiman appeared at the door, his expression a mix of surprise and concern, "My love, are you going somewhere?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in question.
Nadia's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to fabricate a plausible excuse. With a calm exterior belying her inner turmoil, she offered him a serene smile. "I have a business meeting with one of the managers of my establishment," she explained smoothly.
A tall, charmingly handsome man exuded power and confidence as he walked nonchalantly alongside a heavily pregnant woman, whose presence drew all kinds of gazes towards her.
Her figure was a sight that sent whispers and shocked exclamations echoing through the crowded street.
Her attire, however, proved shocking even within such disreputable surroundings: a form-fitting black latex bunny suit, hugging every curve and accentuating her volutpous assets and supple bare thighs; a sheer black veil obscured the lower part of her face while allowing tantalizing glimpses of luscious red lips.
Long, silken black locks cascaded down her back, shimmering like ink against her pale skin.
Despite the concealing veil, there was no doubt that hidden behind it lay a countenance befitting celestial beings—a truth only too apparent to those fortunate enough to catch fleeting peeks of her ethereal eyes.
As they sauntered along, heads turned en masse, greeted first by gaping mouths, then wide-eyed astonishment, followed swiftly by lustful grins.
Men, emboldened by drink yet wary of trouble, stared unabashedly at the vision before them.
However, rather than focusing their attention solely on the captivating gentleman accompanying her, these roguish individuals found themselves entranced instead by the mysterious, expectant woman.
Her voluptuous figure made the very air around her sizzle with repressed desire, causing even the most virtuous of men among them to stumble in her wake.
They marveled at the audacity of whomever claimed ownership over her – husband or paramour alike – wondering if this creature of fantasy might be bound by matrimonial vows or merely another conquest added to his growing list of illicit affairs.
Nadia bristled beneath the weight of salacious gazes boring into her flesh. She clenched her hands tightly, fighting the urge to just leave for the sake of her daughter.
How long had it been since she experienced such blatant humiliation?
Yet now, circumstances dictated otherwise.
Lucas, ever cognizant of her inner turmoil, leaned toward her ear, whispering soft words meant only for her consumption. "Relax, mother. There's no need to stiffen up just yet. Our evening has only just begun and you will be playing the role of the pregnant Bunny Queen."