The Road to a Divine Harem Starting with a Stepmom Companion

Chapter 14: Almost Smothered by a Sneak Attack

Her ex-husband worked alternating day and night shifts, leaving them with little time to communicate. Gradually, the sweetness of their relationship from their dating days faded.

Conversations between them dwindled. At some point, her ex-husband began complaining that she, staying home all day, was useless while spending so much money. He often emphasized how hard he worked to support the household.

When she suggested getting a job to help with expenses, he repeatedly refused, shutting her down every time. Their home, once warm and cozy, became a place of constant arguments.

Her ex-husband, a piece of work himself, managed to charm a young woman at his electronics factory despite being married. Leaning on his position as the breadwinner, he grew bolder. Even when caught cheating by his wife, he dared to suggest they live in harmony with his mistress.

She reached her breaking point. After slapping him hard, she declared, “With that measly salary of just over 8,000 yuan a month, what makes you think you’re entitled to support a mistress? When you can afford to relieve me of financial stress, go ahead and find one—or ten! I won’t even blink. But do you have the capability? Do you?”

Enraged, her ex-husband retaliated by hitting her. This incident woke her up. After finding a stable job for herself, she decisively divorced him.

Thanks to her stunning looks and figure, she attracted customers at her jewelry sales job, turning her charm into impressive commissions that upgraded her lifestyle. She even managed to rent a place near the upscale Wanda Plaza.

She often joked with Cao Shaoyang about how she lured middle-aged and elderly men into buying jewelry. Her “strategy” was straightforward: she treated them like fish in a pond. But instead of long-term breeding, she’d reel them in and quickly strike.

For those with intentions beyond shopping, she played along just enough, hinting that spending money might lead somewhere. Her act gave them the impression that being generous with her could pay off. After a few rounds, when they lost patience, she’d lay it out, “Sorry, we’re not a good match!”

Though it didn’t win her loyal customers, there was no shortage of new fish biting the bait.

As for her relationship with Cao Shaoyang, it was purely driven by attraction. His good looks and youth intrigued her. Life hadn’t treated her kindly, and she felt her years slipping by. Determined to seize the moment, Aunt An Yu Wei wanted to enjoy the thrill of dating a younger man.

Alcohol has its moments. It can make people spill truths—or lies—that they wouldn’t dare share otherwise. Without it, he wouldn’t have learned so much about Aunt An Yu Wei today.

As they left, she clung tightly to his arm, most of her weight leaning on him. Her lips moved, savoring the mint candy she had stuffed into his pocket earlier, claiming it freshened her breath.

To be fair, the cool sensation was refreshing.

The evening breeze outside made her lean on him even more.

“Auntie, are you really drunk from just this little wine? I was planning to take you to the amusement park this afternoon!”

An Yu Wei opened her slightly hazy eyes, glanced at the bustling street, and shook her head weakly. Her voice was faint, “I feel so dizzy! But I don’t want to miss spending time with you, Shaoyang. How about you take Auntie home first? I’ll take a nap, and once I’m sober, we’ll go out to play. Sound good?” She added a touch of playfulness to her tone.

“Alright then! Auntie, where’s your rented place? I’ll help you back.”

“Mm!” An Yu Wei mumbled softly, her voice muffled and indistinct. She was clearly drunk.

Sigh. “There goes my plan for a fun day at the amusement park, bonding together, sneaking in some hugs and maybe even a little kiss. Looks like that’s not happening,” Cao Shaoyang thought.

Though he felt a twinge of disappointment, seeing how tipsy she was, nearly falling asleep, he couldn’t bring himself to push her further.

He hadn’t expected Aunt An to have endured such an unhappy marriage, and the thought of it made him feel sorry for her.

With her slurred and halting directions, they finally made their way to her rented apartment after multiple stops and starts.

Her place was in an ordinary residential complex, nothing fancy, and it didn’t even have an elevator. Cao Shaoyang had no choice but to support the drunken An Yu Wei as they climbed the stairs floor by floor.

The climb was challenging, but when they reached the fifth floor—also the top floor—he felt no urge to complain.

An Yu Wei, barely able to support her weight, had leaned on him completely for the journey up. And throughout, the experience was… let’s say, “eventful.”

Thankfully, his lung capacity was up to the task; otherwise, he might have suffocated from the unexpected face-to-face attacks that happened more than once during their ascent.

Breathing heavily, mouth wide open to gulp in air, he managed to get her all the way upstairs.