Whoosh...!

The last two guests finally arrived.

Moonlight spilled over them like silver paint, catching the outlines of two breathtaking silhouettes braving the cold wind.

The woman in front walked with swift, impatient steps, wrapped in a beige mink fur coat that hugged her waist, dark boots tapping sharply against the helipad floor.

Her white hair was tied in a loose bun, a few silky strands escaping and falling across her cheek… but what truly stole attention were the two enormous, gravity-defying globes straining against the coat.

Each sway looked like a personal struggle against physics, as if she alone carried the burden of the world on her chest.

Her waist, in cruel contrast, was thin enough for one hand to encircle, a willow stem supporting two mountains.

Behind her, another figure followed with the same blasphemous proportions.

Mother and daughter.

A generational sin.

"…"

Wang Xueying, strapped to her seat, felt her eye twitch violently.

Every time she saw Seraphina, she questioned what divine protein that woman consumed.

And Josephine, growing more and more into her mother's mold, was somehow even worse.

Seraphina was regal, voluptuous, refined.

Josephine was aloof, sexy, with just a touch of innocent gentleness on her face.

Both made Xueying want to throw her scarf at the sky and scream.

She suddenly remembered why this pair had come to crashed their home earlier-

Ah, right.... Seraphina had wanted to fight her brother.

Before she could finish the thought—

Seraphina's slender fingers tightened.

She moved.

Her fur coat flared open slightly, revealing a teasing flash of her milky white skin beneath, but she ignored her own elegance and charged straight at Wang Xiao, fist clenched like a furious queen descending from her throne.

"You—!!" Seraphina shouted.

Wang Xiao merely raised an eyebrow.

"Already opening with punches? Not even a hello?"

Her fist came at him in a blur to her, it was fast. To him, it was leisurely, almost slow motion, as though she was performing a dance for his amusement.

Seraphina, in her fury, had forgotten one thing:

Carrying his child didn't make her untouchable.

BANG!

The next instant, her body smashed into the reinforced interior dark metallic walls of the quadcopter.

The impact rang like a projectile.

"... Cough!"

Seraphina's eyes widened as pain shot through her abdomen, she hunched forward, one hand gripping the metal wall, the other clutching the soft swell of her lower belly with trembling fingers.

"Mom!!" Josephine cried, rushing to her.

Seraphina tasted blood on her lips, sapphire eyes dazed, body quivering. Yet what shook her wasn't the blow, but where she had been struck.

"So you were… worried about me?"

Wang Xiao's shadow fell over her, stepping between her and Josephine with casual dominance, his gaze fixed solely on the Queen.

Seraphina trembled.

"You irresponsible, shameless, evil man…" she cursed, voice shaking. "How can you hit me… there…?"

Her hand pressed protectively against her abdomen.

Fear flickered... Actual fear.

Would the child be harmed?

Would something happen?

She wasn't scared of pain.

Wang Xiao's expression didn't soften. "It's my child," he said lightly. "If it can't handle one hit… it deserves to die."

"!!"

Josephine froze.

Even Yuriko's eyes flickered.

But Seraphina... Seraphina exhaled in relief.

His cruel words were a cold reminder: This was no fragile human fetus. She could jump from the moon and crash headfirst into the earth and the child would still survive.

Her lips trembled, she swallowed hard and slowly pushed herself up, leaning on the metal wall for balance.

Josephine reached for her.

"Mother, are you alright?"

Seraphina nodded weakly, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand. "I'm fine. Your man just… has a terrible way of showing affection."

Wang Xiao snorted. "You attacked me first."

"You were supposed to catch me!" she snapped back, flustered.

"Why?" Wang Xiao asked calmly. "So you could fall into my arms dramatically and demand comfort?"

Her face burned.

Exactly that.

She bit her lower lip, sapphire eyes glistening, not with tears, but with the humiliation of being read so clearly.

Whoosh!

The quadcopter finally lifted off, blades roaring into the night.

Inside, Isabelle calmly guided Wang Xiao and Seraphina toward the empty storage cabin, a place with reinforced walls, soundproof panels, and enough space for a "domestic dispute" between a Queen and the man who ruined her life.

The moment the door slid shut behind them…

Seraphina's proud posture crumbled.

Her chin trembled.

Her shoulders shook.

Then— 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"W-wuwuwu~"

The Queen of sylverguard (sweden) threw herself at him like a frightened girl, arms wrapping around his waist, face buried into his chest as she broke into soft, hopeless sobs.

Her mink coat slipped from her shoulder, revealing pale, trembling shoulder.

She cried like a woman who finally allowed herself to collapse after holding everything alone.

Wang Xiao stared down at her, "Why are you wetting my clothes?" he asked flatly.

But Seraphina didn't let go.

She hugged harder.

Her fingers curled into the fabric over his spine, her entire body shaking as weeks of humiliation poured out.

"I—I was so wronged…"

Her voice cracked.

"I didn't even do anything… but everyone bullied me…"

Her tears soaked through his clothes.

She wasn't the same queen who marched onto the helipad moments ago. This was a woman chased into a corner by fate, by her own choices, and by the man standing before her.

She choked out her grievances one by on.

"You exposed my name… the world started chasing me… I had to flee like a cheap criminal…"

"Then I reached your home and that demonic daughter of yours taped my mouth and threw me into a corner... do you know how humiliating that was…?"

"I finally escaped and got imprisoned again in the villa next door…"

"Everyone thinks I seduced my own son-in-law… my daughter won't even talk to me normally anymore…"

"And now... now I'm carrying your child, and you refuse to acknowledge me properly…"

She looked up at him with tear-blurred sapphire eyes, the eyes of a queen stripped of dignity, a woman shattered by things far beyond her emotional pay grade.

Wang Xiao simply stared.

Expressionless... Annoyed.

Mostly annoyed that her tears were soaking into his shirt.

Seraphina clutched him tighter, knuckles white, body shaking.

"I… I don't want to live like this…" she whispered hoarsely. "I can't even look at my own daughter without wanting to die… it's so humiliating… so wrong… everything is ruined…"

Her forehead pressed against his chest again as she crumbled completely.

"Wuwuwu… why… why did you ruin me like this…"

Wang Xiao sighed.

"Sera, you came here wrapped in pride yet broke faster than snow under sunlight," he muttered.

Seraphina, his woman trapped in this messy, immoral lineage of gods and royals froze mid-sob.

Then cried even harder.

He exhaled, exasperated.

Of all things, he hated tear stains on his clothes the most. Her shoulders were unbelievably frail beneath his hands, so thin he often wondered how they carried the weight of her two obscene peaks.

Her body was a contradiction carved by heaven: delicate frame, devastating hips, bone-deep girl wrapped in a queen's pride.

Of course, Seraphina had no idea what he was thinking.

If she did, she'd probably beat him with her mink coat.

"Look behind you," Wang Xiao said lightly.

Her body stiffened.

Only then did she remember, she'd thrown herself into his arms, exposed shoulder, coat half-slipped, sobbing like a wronged concubine…

And someone else was standing at the doorway.

She turned... Her heart dropped.

Josephine, her daughter, the girl who chased her across continents and shared the same bloodline, was standing frozen, face stiff, clearly having heard every miserable complaint Seraphina had poured out.

"J-Josephine… it isn't what it looks like…" Seraphina whispered, wiping her tears too late.

Josephine's lips were pressed tight, not with anger.

But with the effort of holding in laughter.

Then...

"Pfft—!"

Seraphina's eyes widened.

Josephine burst out laughing, shoulders shaking.

"Mom… he wasn't joking at all. You do love ranting!"

"…"

"…"

Seraphina stared blankly, realization dawning like a slap. Her gaze darted between Josephine's smirk and Wang Xiao's calm face.

She'd been scammed.

This dog of a man and this wicked daughter of hers, they had plotted together.

Even the plan of impregnating her, announcing her relationship with Wang Xiao to the world, forcing her into humiliation after humiliation…

Josephine had been the architect.

And Seraphina had danced on their strings.

At first Josephine found it satisfying, watching her adulterous mother suffer, seeing karmic balance return.

But hatred never lasts long.

Ice melts.

Blood pulls blood.

And Wang Xiao's nature was impossible to ignore.

If Josephine didn't break the ice, Wang Xiao would smash it.

Just as Seraphina tried to regain composure...

"W-What are you doing, Josephine!?"

Her daughter suddenly stepped behind her and pressed on her shoulder.

"Mom," Josephine murmured with a blush, "keep your voice down… people outside can hear."

Before Seraphina could react, her legs folded, and she found herself kneeling.

Josephine then knelt beside her.

But not properly.

Not ceremonially.

They were both kneeling in a posture far too suggestive, their coats slipping, two pairs of soft hips tilted in a way that made Wang Xiao's eyebrow twitch.

"…"

Wang Xiao felt three metaphorical black lines slide down his forehead.

He had agreed to Josephine's little plan, on the condition that: she and Seraphina kneel and pay their respects to him properly.

But Josephine had clearly misunderstood the meaning of "kneel."

And now the mother and daughter were kneeling in a way that looked more like a forbidden palace ritual than formal respect.

Both women flushed red as summer peach blossoms, trembling, breath uneven.

Wang Xiao didn't demand this.

But he also wasn't the type to refuse heaven's offerings.

The moment stretched...

The people sitting outside the room had to awkwardly cover their ears, the soundproofing of the aircraft's walls was not great.

And Josephine had hidden one final truth:

She, too, was pregnant.

A dual pregnancy, both mother and daughter carrying Wang Xiao's children at the same time, without Seraphina knowing.

It was a deranged symmetry only a man like Wang Xiao would orchestrate.

From beginning to end, whether Seraphina or Josephine. they had moved according to his design.

Not long after, the aircraft broke through the clouds.

A soft, warm sunlight brushed their skin.

Below them, a sandstorm raged.

Ancient pyramids peeked through the swirling gold dust.

Egypt!

The land of buried dynasties and resurrected sins.