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 is, I share the same feeling.”
“Is that so?” Wang Yue replied. “I sense it too. Right from the instant I laid eyes on you two, it was like you were my own sisters—some kind of warm, unspoken bond. That’s the reason I lingered to watch a bit more, checking if my instincts were off. Never thought you both experienced it similarly.”
“But what causes it?” Zhou Pingping wondered, glancing at her mother. Deep down, she viewed her mom as the wisest soul alive; nothing escaped her understanding.
“It must be some kind of destiny linking you two,” Zhou Yifei suggested, equally baffled.
Having witnessed countless events, she understood that blood-related kin sometimes shared such connections. Yet Wang Tiezhu shared no family ties with her daughters.
She was certain no Wangs appeared in her lineage for three generations, and she felt no familial pull toward Wang Tiezhu herself.
On the girls’ father’s side, Wang relatives existed, but nothing aligned. The identities, timelines, and looks didn’t fit.
Thus, she chalked it up to “fate.” Indeed, certain folks click right away upon meeting—that’s the essence of immediate rapport.
“Brother Tiezhu, do you hail from Jinling as well?” Zhou Pingping embraced the idea swiftly. Coming from her mother, it rang true, making her even warmer toward Wang Yue.
“No, I’m a traveling merchant, journeying far and wide. This trip, I merely stopped in Jinling en route to Tianhai for business dealings,” Wang Yue denied, shaking his head. His true purpose in Tianhai involved a major undertaking.
Though he planned to alter his looks and identity upon arrival, exposure of his movements could endanger these three women. Hence, he opted for a simple fabrication.
“Brother Tiezhu does business? How wonderful!” Zhou Pingping exclaimed with delight. “My mom’s the top lawyer in Jinling. For any contracts or legal troubles, seek her aid—she’ll ensure no one cheats you.”
“Truly? I never imagined your aunt possessed such skills,” Wang Yue responded, appearing genuinely admiring. Flirting wasn’t his forte, but captivating women’s affections came naturally to him.
As expected, the praise from Wang Yue brought proud grins to the girls’ faces. “Naturally!” Zhou Pingping boasted. “Everyone knows the renowned lawyer Zhou Yifei.”
Zhou Yifei flushed slightly, not from her daughter’s words—she trusted her expertise fully. The unease stemmed from Wang Yue’s form of address.
His age created an odd dynamic: a decade senior to the girls, yet a decade her junior. The sisters calling him brother felt off, just as him labeling them aunt did.
Nor could the girls dub him uncle, or he claim to be their big sister.
Renowned for her precision as a lawyer, Zhou Yifei navigated matters meticulously. Here, though, she resigned to their chosen terms.
Did the celebrated lawyer Zhou Yifei truly enjoy such fame?
As a Jinling local, Wang Yue claimed ignorance of her reputation.
That wasn’t odd, though. Warriors commanded elevated respect, particularly those from Jinling’s three mighty clans, who rarely required legal counsel.
Maybe his prospective mother-in-law, Ling Xueyan, would recognize this prominent attorney, Zhou Yifei.
Following that, Wang Yue kept conversing with the trio of women.
Via the sisters, he discovered their Tianhai trip was for leisure. Zhou Yifei prioritized her profession, yet her daughters outranked it in her affections.
She embodied an exemplary parent.
Wang Yue’s thoughts drifted to his own mother, who placed her kids above all else.
Suddenly, despite the recent farewell, he yearned for her presence.
Proverb holds that a real man aspires beyond his roots, yet Wang Yue battled intense nostalgia. Maybe he fell short of true manhood.
Observing the mother-daughter trio’s movements, Wang Yue discerned their uncommon status. Their fighting prowess might be modest, but they were undoubtedly practitioners.
It explained their boldness in venturing to perilous, unknown Tianhai sans male escorts.
Regarding the girls’ father, Zhou Yifei offered scant details. She mentioned only his long-ago departure to a remote land, with no return.
Spiritual energy’s resurgence, fighters’ rise, and tech progress had tempered the world’s rapid shifts.
Still, versus centuries past, vast changes persisted. Take the cruise ship ferrying Wang Yue—they dwarfed old vessels in scale and outpaced them in velocity, rivaling ancient high-speed rails.
The vast ten-thousand-kilometer voyage from Jinling to Tianhai spanned under two days.
Over those days, Wang Yue shared moments with Zhou Pingping, Zhou Tingting, and their stunning mother, Zhou Yifei.
Surrounded by such alluring company and lively young ladies, a potentially dull trip turned vibrant and engaging.
Wang Yue reveled in the joy purely, harboring no illicit intentions. Though Zhou Yifei matched Yan Mama’s beauty and form, she remained a devoted wife in a harmonious marriage.
He adhered to firm morals, refusing to shatter another’s household.
Certainly, 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 maturing rapidly—surpassing even Wang Xin’er—their childlike innocence precluded any desires from Wang Yue, regardless of his urges.
In truth, Zhou Yifei’s vigilant safeguarding shielded them from life’s shadows.
This protection had drawbacks, yet Zhou Yifei acknowledged it, hence the holiday excursion to Tianhai for worldly exposure.
At disembarkation, the sisters wept profusely, loath to bid Wang Yue farewell. Only Zhou Yifei’s firm insistence pried them away.
Wang Yue remained composed, unbound by nomadic trade. Back in Jinling, reunions awaited aplenty; he could even relocate them to his home.
For the moment, duties demanded priority.
Zhang Hong and Li Gang crossed paths with Wang Yue, yet feigned ignorance, exchanging no words before splitting at the harbor.
Through two lifetimes, Tianhai marked Wang Yue’s inaugural visit.
Beyond varied faces, stronger fighters, and signature landmarks, it mirrored Jinling closely—insufficient to spark exhaustive sightseeing.
After strolling Tianhai’s thoroughfares and confirming no surveillance, Wang Yue vanished into a deserted lane. Reappearing, his visage and garb transformed utterly.
He no longer exuded his innate handsomeness or “Wang Tiezhu’s” plainness. Rather, he appeared as a sly youth with slit eyes and a curved beak, unmistakably villainous.
His dark tactical outfit and projected icy demeanor reinforced an aura of stern inaccessibility.
Post-disguise, Wang Yue headed straight for Tianhai’s Lingyun Pavilion outpost, hoping to acquire superior combat methods.
He carried exchange items: minor devices sourced from Yan Fangfei.
Yan Fangfei’s tech expertise far exceeded public knowledge.
Yet certain breakthroughs proved too potent for the three clans’ grasp, prompting Su Mengyun to mandate their concealment.
Yan Fangfei complied without qualms. Research thrilled her, not the ensuing acclaim. Utilization or storage mattered little.
Wang Yue bore merely a fraction of her least prized reserves.
These pieces had languished in study for nearly a decade before deployment. If sentient, they’d weep from exhilaration.
Tianhai ranked among humanity’s ten megacities. Its Lingyun Pavilion far outshone Jinling’s.