Rebirth: Encyclopedia System

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang. Auntie went to open the door and saw two stunning women standing there. Dressed in high heels and professional attire, they looked both formal and coquettish. Their serious, capable demeanor was tinged with a hint of flirtation, two distinctly different temperaments blending seamlessly without appearing awkward.

"Please come in," Auntie said, unsure.

"You are Zhao An's aunt, right? My name is Qian Yuling, Zhao An's woman. This is my daughter, Tang Yin, also Zhao An's woman." Qian Yuling extended her hand and shook it. She should have been the same age as Auntie, perhaps even older. But she looked even younger. A vixen knows how to maintain her youthful appearance; age isn't really a factor.

"Hello, please come in." Auntie looked at Qian Yuling with a touch of jealousy. For a woman, she was truly beautiful, and her demeanor was impeccably executed.

Mother Zhao Xinlei narrowed her beautiful eyes as she watched Qian Yuling enter, as if sensing danger.

Qian Yuling, shuffling in high heels, approached Zhao Xinlei. The two women stared at each other, a tense atmosphere poised to erupt at any moment.

Qian Yuling, unwilling to fall behind, was a strong woman. On the surface, she was doing this for Zhao An's sake, ostensibly to avoid marriage. But secretly, she yearned for the role of a mistress, managing a man's harem. This kind of power would satisfy her need for control while also preventing other women from threatening her position.

"So, you're Xiao An's woman?" Zhao Xinlei said slowly, taking a sip from her teacup before adding, "Sit down."

Zhao Xinlei could sense the woman's age; this kind of maturity and stability wasn't something a young girl could possess. She was a bit troubled by her daughter's marriage; even a well-known female entrepreneur was already involved. This was truly a headache.

Qian Yuling's lips curled up in a smile, and she noticed Zhao Xinlei's bulging belly, suggesting she was pregnant. If her young husband's personality was any guide, he would never allow his own mother to cheat, nor would he find him a stepfather. So, the only possibility was that he would have to deal with the consequences himself. The mother-in-law before her was actually pregnant with her son's child—incest!

"My name is Qian Yuling, and you're Zhao An's mother, my mother-in-law. It's our first meeting, and I'm glad to meet you. I hope you'll give me your guidance." Qian Yuling suddenly lowered her composure and extended her fair, white hand with a smile.

Zhao Xinlei breathed a sigh of relief. She had also been worried that her son might find a strong wife who would oppose her, making their future life unhappy.

"Well, we're all family now. Let me introduce you. This is Xia Yaxuan, and this is Chai Miaoyu." Zhao Xinlei dutifully fulfilled her role as a mother-in-law. Keeping so many women together was a challenge.

Qian Yuling presented herself without airs, greeting each woman with a smile. She had her own plans. Since Zhao Xinlei had slept with Zhao An and was pregnant, it meant she held a high position in her man's heart. It seemed that as long as she could gain Zhao Xinlei's trust, she would have no rivals.

Qian Yuling was incredibly clever, having immediately grasped the essence of the situation. That's what a clever woman is.

And, as she'd imagined, as long as she could handle Zhao Xinlei, her mother-in-law, no one else would be a threat. She couldn't overpower Qian Yuling in terms of aura, let alone intelligence.

An hour later, Zhao An ended his livestream, having been live for two hours. The gifts he received were calculated in the billions, a staggering sum—easier than robbing a bank.

His follower count had risen again, all thanks to Zhao An's charismatic personality.

And it was also related to Zhao An's revelations. While accidentally switching folders, he'd revealed some design concept drawings related to the Marvel Universe. There were also stills from upcoming martial arts dramas, starring Li Bingbing and Tong Liya. The allure of these two beauties, paired with traditional Chinese costumes, was truly eye-catching.

Although I didn't see the specific theater or film title, the lead actress alone had already sparked a wave of interest.

Stretching lazily, Zhao An's phone rang. It was Na Xin, his entertainment agent. "Young Master An, Liu Xiaoli is at my house. Do you want to come over?"

"No, let's talk about it tomorrow. Bring them to this apartment tomorrow morning, and wash your cunt clean. I'm going to fuck you tomorrow!" Zhao An hung up without a trace of regret. Na Xin was merely a sting in the entertainment industry, a bridgehead to gain entry into the industry.

As for getting pregnant, Zhao An didn't care who he fucked. As long as she was a woman, he would do everything in his power to get her pregnant, even if it meant his own mother!

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Qian Yuling chatting and laughing with her mother, while Tang Yin was happily chatting with her cousins.

There was a clear distinction between the two groups of women: mature, steady, and beautiful, on one side, and young, beautiful, young women on the other.

"Hi, Yuling, you're here! Have a good chat with my mom and remember to respect your mother-in-law. Xiaoyin, come with me, let's take a shower together!" Zhao An pulled Tang Yin up. He had always been completely defenseless against young beauties like his cousin Ding Meifeng, both beautiful and voluptuous. He was only thinking about how to fuck them, what positions would be most comfortable, and so on.

Tang Yin was still wearing her high heels when Zhao An pulled her into the bathroom. The women present all covered their mouths with their hands and giggled knowingly; it was obvious he was being dragged in for sex.

Only the aunt lowered her head, seemingly feigning ignorance. Zhao Xinlei didn't mention it to her younger sister, pretending it had never happened.

Only her cousin Jia Li blinked and whispered to her cousin, "Cousin, will there be enough room for so many of us going back?"

"Of course there's room. There aren't many people, so we can just squeeze in. It'll only be a few days." Ding Meifeng smiled. She knew Qian Yuling and her daughter would also be going back for the New Year. There were six of them: my eldest aunt and her daughter, my second aunt and her daughter, and my aunt's daughter. Add Qian Yuling and her daughter, that's eight. And my second aunt, Zhao Xinlei, and her husband, Zhao An, that's just ten.