Mrs.'s Garden（2）
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The next day, I called the young man to my study.
"What exactly did you do? Why did Rose get bored so quickly?"
"I didn't do anything. I followed the highest standards. Whatever she liked, I did. Whatever she wanted to hear, I said."
"Really nothing else?"
"Really nothing else. I just went along with everything she wanted. What woman wouldn't like that?"
"You went along with everything?"
"Yes..."
He was also feeling wronged, but I understood.
I had underestimated Rose.
She would never be satisfied with such simple physical gratification.
She had plenty of money; if she wanted physical desires fulfilled, she could easily pay for it.
There were plenty of handsome men for her to choose from; she didn't need to go through the trouble of hunting at her son's parties.
What she wanted was never this kind of complete submission and flattery; she wanted real excitement and conquest.
A man who complied with her every whim and tried to please her in every way offered no excitement or pleasure.
For her, this boy was just an easily obtainable strawberry cake, sweet but cloying, and she quickly tired of it.
If I wanted to achieve what I set out to do, I had to provide her with a more free space and a more natural boy.
"You can go," I said to the young man. "I'll transfer the money to you tonight."
The young man left, somewhat bewildered.
I put on my headphones and heard Rose sighing in her room.
She was probably idly pondering who to hunt next.
I knew the real war was just beginning.
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From that time on, Dan would host parties at home every week.
I continuously arranged for boys to come.
Some of these boys were Dan's friends, some were friends of his friends, some were sons of my friends, or friends of my friends' sons.
Dan had already spread the word that our home parties welcomed guests from all walks of life.
Some came with the purpose of expanding their network, some for a night of secret pleasure, and others simply to experience the scene.
Our large living room was bustling with people every week.
Rose, as the hostess, enthusiastically entertained everyone each week, while seeking her next prey from among these guests.
The boys I arranged to come were of various types.
Refined scholars, muscular hunks, handsome youths, knowledgeable intellectuals... if you could think of it, I could find it.
I sent them continuously to the parties, to Rose's bed.
Rose didn't know these people were all arranged by me; she happily enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.
More importantly, these boys didn't know they were arranged by me to be hunted by Rose.
They only knew they were coming to a long-renowned party in a small circle.
As for what would happen next, they didn't know, and neither did I.
It all depended on who Rose would choose.
She still retained her charm, she was still beautiful and alluring, she was the most voluptuous and radiant hostess.
She was once the beloved young lady in social circles, who later married a penniless poor boy.
She accompanied the poor boy as he became an entrepreneur supporting over five thousand people, while she herself became a beautiful woman with a lonely heart.
What young man could resist such a forbidden temptation?
I sent them one by one, and Rose slept with them one by one.
I sat in my study, listening to her passionately conquer them, then coldly reject them.
Dan's weekend parties thus became Rose's "Madame's Salon".
During that period, the name "Madame's Salon" became legendary in certain small circles.
In that legend, "Madame's Salon" had the sweetest wine, the most dazzling lights, and the most intoxicating music.
And at the heart of it all sat a beautiful middle-aged woman, passionately needing an endless stream of young boys.
In the words of those boys who had spent a night of pleasure with her, she was voluptuous and beautiful, fair-skinned and gentle, insatiable, and highly skilled.
For a time, many boys wanted to explore it for themselves, but struggled to find a way in.
"No. 8 Yong'an Garden" became a mysterious and sensual code name.
There was even a WeChat article about "Madame's Salon" that once secretly trended on a domestic social media platform.
The article was so explicit and detailed that it almost named Rose and me directly, fully satisfying the public's curiosity about scandals in wealthy families.
Fortunately, I quickly discovered the article and paid to have it suppressed.
This matter could be spread in small circles, but it absolutely couldn't become widely known.
Half a year later, Dan discovered the existence of "Madame's Salon".
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He didn't even dare to hesitate for a moment and came to tell me about it that very night.
He truly was someone who couldn't keep his cool, unable to hide even the slightest thing.
"Dad, what Mom's doing is too much!"
I could see that he was pretending to be angry.
He had always been timid and weak. He wasn't angry; he was afraid, afraid that I would take out my anger on him.
Coming to tell on her was just to please me, to show his loyalty, to let me know that he had nothing to do with what Rose was doing.
"Does your sister know about this?"
"Anna probably doesn't know. She rarely comes home, and even when she does, she just says hello and chats for a bit. You know she's never been one for partying."
"That's good."
I didn't want these things to sully Anna's ears.
"Then my mom..."
"She can do whatever she wants."
"Huh?"
"Dan, you're an adult now, so I won't hide some things from you. In this family, it might look like I'm in charge, but the person who really matters is your mom."
He looked confused.
I took out the family property division and the group's share agreement to show him.
"You see, your mom is the one with the majority share."
"Why? Isn't this all the empire you built with your own hands?"
"But my initial capital came from your mom, no, from your grandfather. This division was my promise to them back then."
Dan fell silent. He started calculating how this could be more beneficial to him.
"You think I don't know what she's doing?"
"But I can't afford the cost of her leaving me. If she leaves me, she'll take away more than half of this family, this group, and I won't even be able to keep this house in Yong'an Garden."
"I have no choice. I can only serve her well so that she won't leave me."
My tone was sorrowful and weak, every bit the image of a pitiful man who could be easily bullied.
I watched as Dan's usually hunched back suddenly straightened before me.
This was probably the first time he discovered that his stern and cool-headed father was actually a pushover controlled by others.
He had always been afraid of me, but now he suddenly realized that I wasn't so scary after all.
"So what do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Do nothing. Whatever she wants, whatever she wants to do, or whoever she wants to do, just let her. You just continue to manage your weekend parties well."
"Alright."
He stood up and left my study with his head held high.
This fool.
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