Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2092: 421: An Encounter on the Ship 2
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“Mom, don’t hold it against Tingting,” Zhou Pingping pleaded.
“She likely sensed how kind Brother Tiezhu is, and that’s why she shared those details with him. Truth be told, I share the exact same feeling.”
“Is that so?” Wang Yue responded. “I sense it too. The instant I laid eyes on you two, it was as if you were my own sisters—offering a warmth that’s hard to put into words. That’s the reason I lingered here to watch a bit more, checking if my instincts were off. Never did I imagine you both experienced the identical pull.”
“Yet what could explain it?” Zhou Pingping turned her gaze to her mother without delay. Deep down, she viewed her mother as the wisest soul alive; no secret escaped her grasp.
“It must be some kind of destined bond linking you three,” Zhou Yifei suggested, her own confusion evident.
Having witnessed countless events in life, she understood that blood relatives often shared such connections. However, Wang Tiezhu shared no family ties with her daughters.
She was certain no Wangs existed in her lineage for three generations back, and she herself detected zero familial warmth from Wang Tiezhu.
On the father’s side of her daughters, Wang relatives did appear, yet none of it added up. The identities clashed, as did the timelines and looks.
Thus, she chalked it up to simple “fate.” Indeed, certain folks click right away upon meeting—that’s the essence of “instant chemistry.”
“Brother Tiezhu, do you hail from Jinling as well?” Zhou Pingping embraced the idea swiftly. Coming from her mother, it rang true, sparking even greater warmth toward Wang Yue.
“Not at all; I’m a trader who roams far and wide. On this trip, I merely stopped in Jinling en route to Tianhai for a key deal,” Wang Yue replied, denying it with a shake of his head. His true purpose in Tianhai involved a major undertaking.
Even though he planned to alter his looks and adopt a fresh persona there, exposure of his movements could endanger these three ladies. Hence, he opted for a harmless fabrication.
“So Brother Tiezhu deals in business? How wonderful!” Zhou Pingping exclaimed with delight. “My mom ranks as Jinling’s top lawyer. For any deals or legal troubles, turn to her—she’ll ensure no one cheats you.”
“Truly? I never guessed your aunt possessed such skill,” Wang Yue remarked, feigning admiration. Flirting wasn’t his forte with ladies, yet capturing their affection came naturally to him.
True to form, the praise from Wang Yue brought proud grins to the girls’ faces. “Naturally!” Zhou Pingping boasted. “Everyone knows the renowned attorney Zhou Yifei.”
Zhou Yifei flushed slightly, not from her daughter’s words—she trusted her expertise fully. The unease stemmed from Wang Yue’s choice of address.
His age created an odd fit: a decade senior to the girls, yet a decade her junior. The siblings label didn’t suit the girls, just as “aunt” felt off from him.
Nor could the girls dub him uncle, or he claim elder sister status.
As a celebrated lawyer, Zhou Yifei navigated matters with precision. Here, though, she yielded to their preferred terms.
Did the acclaimed lawyer Zhou Yifei truly command widespread fame?
Being a Jinling local, Wang Yue claimed ignorance of her reputation.
That hardly shocked. Warriors enjoyed elevated standing, particularly those from Jinling’s three mighty clans, who rarely tangled with legal experts.
Maybe his prospective mother-in-law, Ling Xueyan, would recognize this prominent figure, Zhou Yifei.
Following that, Wang Yue kept conversing with the trio of women.
Via the two daughters, he discovered their vacation trip to Tianhai. Zhou Yifei prioritized her profession, yet her daughters outranked it in her affections.
She embodied an exemplary parent.
The sight stirred Wang Yue to recall his mother, who placed her offspring above all else.
Suddenly, despite the recent farewell, he yearned for her presence.
Proverbs claim a real man’s goals stretch beyond home soil, but Wang Yue battled intense nostalgia. Maybe he fell short of true manhood.
Observing the mother-daughter group’s movements, Wang Yue discerned their uncommon nature. Their fighting prowess might lack depth, but they were undoubtedly warriors.
Little surprise they ventured to perilous, unknown Tianhai sans male escorts.
Regarding the girls’ father, Zhou Yifei offered scant details. She merely noted his long-ago departure to remote lands, with no return in sight.
Spiritual energy’s resurgence, along with warrior emergence and tech leaps, had tempered the era’s rapid shifts.
Still, versus centuries past, vast changes persisted. Take the cruise bearing Wang Yue—they dwarfed old vessels in scale and outpaced them in velocity, rivaling ancient high-speed rails.
The near-ten-thousand-kilometer trek from Jinling to Tianhai wrapped in under forty-eight hours.
Across those days, Wang Yue shared moments with Zhou Pingping, Zhou Tingting, and their striking mother, Zhou Yifei.
Surrounded by such alluring company and lively young lasses, a dull voyage transformed into pure enjoyment.
Wang Yue reveled in the joy purely, harboring no illicit designs. Though Zhou Yifei matched Yan Mama’s beauty and form, she remained a wedded woman in a devoted union.
He adhered to firm morals, refusing to shatter families.
Certain cases like Xu Yanran and Chu Kuo required no meddling from him, given their loveless bond.
As for Zhou Pingping and Zhou Tingting, past thirteen and blooming impressively—surpassing even Wang Xin’er—their childlike purity quashed any urges in lustful Wang Yue.
Zhou Yifei’s vigilant shielding had spared them life’s shadows entirely.
Not wholly beneficial, yet she grasped this, hence the Tianhai holiday to expand their worldview.
Disembarking neared, and the girls wept fiercely, loath to bid Wang Yue farewell. Only Zhou Yifei’s firm hand pried them away.
Wang Yue stayed composed; unlike wandering merchants, his Jinling base promised future meetings, even relocation options.
His missions demanded priority now.
Zhang Hong and Li Gang crossed paths with Wang Yue, yet feigned ignorance in silence, splitting at the pier.
Through dual lifetimes, Tianhai marked Wang Yue’s debut visit.
Beyond varied crowds, superior warriors, and landmark structures, it mirrored Jinling closely—no urge to roam seized him.
Strolling Tianhai’s avenues briefly, confirming no tails, Wang Yue slipped into a deserted lane. Reappearing, his visage and garb had transformed utterly.
He no longer shone with original handsomeness or “Wang Tiezhu”’s plainness. Rather, he evoked a sly youth with slit eyes and aquiline nose, exuding villainy.
His dark tactical gear and projected icy demeanor amplified the unapproachable vibe.
Post-disguise, Wang Yue headed straight for Tianhai’s Lingyun Pavilion outpost, hoping to snag elite combat methods.
He’d packed exchange goods—minor devices from Yan Fangfei.
Her tech prowess far exceeded public knowledge.
Yet certain breakthroughs proved too potent for the three clans’ sway, prompting Su Mengyun to mandate secrecy and shelving.
Yan Fangfei complied without fuss. Research thrilled her, not fame from outcomes. Usage or storage mattered little.
Wang Yue carried merely her vault’s lowliest scraps.
Nearly a decade of her toil on them preceded this deployment. Were they sentient, tears of joy might flow.
As one of humanity’s ten megacities, Tianhai boasted a grander Lingyun Pavilion than Jinling’s.