Chapter 80: The Third Female Junior Gives Gold Bricks, The Thirty-Year-Old Female Senior… Gives a Son!

Angkor was dumbfounded. Something felt seriously wrong.

"Mom, what do you mean?" He shook his head, then quickly corrected himself. "Wait, no! Mama Liu, what do you mean? I don't understand!"

"You don't understand? Are you playing dumb with me?" Mama Liu huffed. "Xiao Wu, I've been through it all. I've buried three husbands—do you really think I can't handle this? Do you even remember how you felt as a child?"

"But I really don't understand!" Angkor shook his head fervently.

"Enough with the act!" Mama Liu narrowed her eyes. "I've already figured it out. All these things you've been doing lately—weren't they just to get my attention? Wasn't it all just to..." She suddenly lowered her gaze shyly. "Win my love?"

That single sentence was the ultimate cringe attack!

Angkor felt like throwing up.

He shook his head violently. "No! That's not true! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Oh, now you're playing innocent?" Mama Liu gave him a knowing look. "Before, you were so bold and shameless, but now you're pretending to be pure?"

Angkor, desperate for survival, protested, "I swear, this is all a huge misunderstanding!"

Mama Liu ignored him and blushed. "Actually… the first time I saw you, I felt something. You look so much like my late husband!"

Angkor: …TMD.

Was that supposed to be a compliment or a curse?!

"But considering our age difference, I knew it wouldn't be appropriate. So, I tried to suppress my feelings." Mama Liu sighed.

Angkor nodded frantically. "Yes! That's a great decision! You should give up on this idea!"

"But!" Mama Liu suddenly looked determined. "Your sincerity and persistence touched me!"

Angkor: Fk!

Mama Liu stepped closer. "That day, you fell into my arms and had a nosebleed! That day, you dared to call me baby in front of everyone! That day, in Mr. Lin's office, you acted so impatient with me… do you know how much that moved me?"

Angkor: I'm gonna die!

"At that moment, I thought, 'Marrying such a bold and sweet-talking man would be worth it!'" Mama Liu shyly covered her face.

"Ugh…" Angkor nearly retched.

He panicked. "Mama Liu, please listen! This is all a misunderstanding! A coincidence—"

"Coincidence?" Mama Liu snorted. "There's no such thing! It's fate! Xiao Wu, from now on, don't call me 'Mama Liu.' I'm only thirty years older than you—just call me 'Sister Liu' instead!"

Angkor: Fk!

"There's a saying…"

Mama Liu pondered for a moment. "A woman three years older gives you gold bricks. A woman thirty years older—"

Angkor's face was blank. "Gives you a country?"

"You're right, Xiao Wu!" Mama Liu beamed. "Sister Liu may not be super rich, but I have a filial son who will definitely treat you well!"

Angkor: Fk!**

Mama Liu continued fantasizing. "In a few years, I'll get my pension, and we can live a peaceful life. We'll raise grandchildren together and enjoy our golden years! We can go square dancing in the evenings—it'll be wonderful!"

Angkor: I'm doomed…

"But when we go square dancing, you better behave! Don't go seducing other old ladies behind my back!"

Angkor: Pfft!

Excuse me?! Even if I had the desire…

TMD!

How could I possibly think of something like that?!

He clutched his chest, feeling utterly devastated.

How did it come to this?

A fresh, handsome young man in his twenties—tricked by an auntie in her fifties?!

Angkor felt like his soul was leaving his body.

But he refused to give up! "Mama Liu—"

"Still calling me Mama Liu? Call me Sister!"

"Or just call me Baby!"

"…"

Angkor gave in. "Fine, Sister Liu! But listen! It's really not right for us to be together! Even if you agree, your son won't!"

"That's not true, I do agree!"

A deep voice echoed from the distance.

Angkor turned his head and saw a tall man in his early thirties approaching.

"This is my son, Dachun!" Mama Liu proudly introduced. "Dachun, this is your Uncle Wu—Mama's old friend. Call him Uncle!"

Dachun grinned. "Hello, Uncle!"

Angkor: …

Angkor's face twitched.

A grown man—who could have been his brother—just called him Uncle.

This was beyond uncomfortable.

But now wasn't the time to worry about trivial things.

"Dachun, why do you agree to this?"

Dachun nodded. "At first, I didn't."

Angkor sighed in relief. "Exactly! That's what I—"

"But then Mr. Lin convinced me!"

Angkor: What?!

"He said my mom is getting old and needs someone to take care of her. And since I'll eventually start my own family, I won't always be there for her."

Dachun patted Angkor's shoulder. "But you're different! You're willing to go to such extreme lengths just to be with my mom! That proves you truly love her and will take good care of her!"

Angkor: #%&@!

Dachun smiled warmly. "Mr. Lin also said that if my mom marries you, I won't have to worry about anything anymore! You're young and healthy—you'll definitely outlive her! You can even take care of me, too!"

Angkor: WHAT?!

"And the moment I saw you, I realized something—you really do look like my late father!"

Angkor: …

This was getting out of hand.

Dachun sighed emotionally. "My dad passed away 23 years ago. Back then, I was just seven years old… I hadn't even been weaned yet!"

Angkor: …That's kinda late, buddy.

"But when he left, he abandoned my mom and me! We struggled alone for more than 20 years!" Dachun sniffled dramatically.

Angkor: "…My condolences?"

"But Uncle, ever since I met you, I don't feel sad anymore!"

Dachun wiped away imaginary tears and smiled. "Because you look just like my dad! You're practically his reincarnation! So, Uncle…"

Dachun's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Can I call you Dad?"

Angkor's face instantly turned green.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FK?!**

Dachun, are you serious?!

I saw you as a nephew, and now you're trying to make me your father?!

You're even faster than your mother!