Chapter 2: A Friend's Invitation

"Want to come out and play, Mr. Genius?" A phone call dragged Zhao An back to reality just as he was about to get started. It was one of the few good friends he had, Zhang Chang, whose family supposedly had some connections.

Zhao An pulled his thoughts back to the present. "Sure. Where to?"

"Hey, how about the internet cafe?" Zhang Chang said with a laugh. He was a veteran net surfer.

"A bit boring, isn't it? Just going to play games?" Zhao An wasn't interested in games right now. He was more interested in making money and chasing women.

"Since when did you change? Well, you are Mr. Genius after all. We can't go clubbing, and we don't even dare to go find a few girls for drinks. It really is boring," Zhang Chang said with some resignation.

"You've got a lot of books at home, right?" Zhao An suddenly thought of something. He needed to run a few tests.

"Plenty. You coming over? I'll drive you," Zhang Chang said casually.

"No need. I'll bike over," Zhao An said, shaking his head. Right now he was like a sponge, soaking up huge amounts of knowledge. He wanted to build himself up. He came from an ordinary family, and if he wanted to turn the tables on rich heirs and officials' kids, he would need a massive reserve of knowledge. If he wanted to outshine those rich, beautiful women, he would have to show strengths that set him apart.

"All right then. Call me when you get here," Zhang Chang said, then hung up.

"Ding! Telepathy unlocked. You can now know Zhang Chang's inner thoughts." The system's notification rang out.

Zhao An focused on the panel, and sure enough he heard Zhang Chang's voice in his head: "As long as Zhao An comes over, I'll have a chance to go out and have some fun. Heh, what the hell is the point of studying!"

Hearing that, Zhao An's eyes flickered. So he was planning to use him as a shield? And the system actually worked. The five-word rule. After talking to Zhang Chang for five sentences, he could know what he was thinking. Did that work the same way for everyone else?

Besides learning Zhang Chang's thoughts, Zhao An also discovered that he could see the other man's detailed profile, even his hobbies and dislikes. And buried in there, the two words cuckold fetish made Zhao An's eyes widen slightly.

He had never expected that this classmate of his would actually have a fetish like that. They had watched little movies together before, and he had never noticed a thing. It really was hidden deeply. As for doubting it, Zhao An didn't. He knew it had to be true. The system would not lie.

Zhang Chang's mother, Xia Yaxuan, was a host at the television station. She was beautiful and soft-voiced, with a height of just over five feet three, a pretty, fair face, and she often wore high heels and casual skirts. She didn't look at all like the mother of a son in his teens. Her husband worked as a leader at the police bureau, and he basically came home on time every day, the kind of life women dreamed of. The only downside was probably that there was no way to become fabulously rich. Once you got that rich, you could just wait for the discipline inspectors to come looking into corruption.

Seeing this, Zhao An's eyes flickered again. Maybe he could get even more. The words friend-mother popped into his head, and his heartbeat started to race. A classy, beautiful hostess in her mature prime was more than enough to make him lose control. He hadn't dared to imagine it before because he lacked the ability. Now that he had the ability, all the thoughts he had once dared not entertain were taking root and sprouting wildly in his head. Especially after seeing the hazy outline of her generous body, his heart was pounding so hard he could no longer control it.

He rode his bike into a residential compound. This was a compound for government employees, with guards stationed outside carrying real guns. This was not the kind of place money alone could get you into. You had to have power and influence. It was a symbol of status. It stood in opposition to another wealthy residential district in the city: one was home to officials and dignitaries, the other to elite tycoons. The rich only ever helped the rich.

After reporting to the guards outside and verifying his identity over the phone, Zhao An was finally allowed in. There were surveillance cameras everywhere inside, and guards patrolled at regular intervals. The security level here was extremely high. Ordinary petty thieves wouldn't dare come here. Anyone who did would either be stupid or a terrorist.

When he reached the nineteenth floor and looked at all the fine decorations, Zhao An became even more determined. He wanted to become a rich man, a man with power and influence.

The memories from before his rebirth were still vivid in his mind. His memories were not those of a teenager, so he was destined not to live like a high school student, burying himself in textbooks and exam papers. He had to live a different kind of brilliance.

Just as he arrived at Zhang Chang's door, he saw a man supporting a woman. "Zhao An, here to see Xiaochang, right? You came at the right time. Help me get your Aunt Xia inside. I have something to take care of. Sorry to trouble you."

Zhang Chang's father handed his wife over to Zhao An, then hurried off. He was almost always busy every day.

Zhao An's breathing quickened a little. "Okay, Uncle."

The door opened, and Zhang Chang saw his drunk mother being supported by his friend. He looked puzzled. "What's going on?"

"Ran into your dad at the gate just now. He asked me to help Auntie inside. Aren't you going to lend a hand?" Zhao An said. One hand held Xia Auntie's pale jade-like hand, while the other supported her waist. Through the evening gown, he could clearly feel how soft her waist was, and waves of mature-woman fragrance drifted into his nose.

"Tch, it's nothing. The room's on the second floor. You help my mom upstairs. We'll play something fun later," Zhang Chang said, without helping at all. Instead, he walked into the room.

Zhao An could hear his friend's inner monologue: "My mom, that slut, got drunk again. So damn sexy. I wonder if Zhao An, that dumbass, took the chance to cop a feel. Guess he doesn't have the balls. Mom getting drunk is perfect. Then I can go out and have some fun."

Hearing that, Zhao An's eyes flashed. Being able to hear the other person's inner thoughts really was a huge cheat.

Helping Xia Auntie upstairs, he found that this was a duplex layout. Even though it occupied only one floor, the height was enough to be made into a duplex, which made doing certain things much more convenient and also made the place look far more upscale.

Zhao An supported Xia Auntie up the stairs, and the aura of a mature woman kept washing over him, making him more and more restless inside. Zhang Chang is a guy with a fetish for his mother. If he can help, wouldn't that mean there is a real chance?

The moment that thought appeared, Zhao An was startled by it himself. His large hand unconsciously stroked Xia Auntie's slender waist. It was hard to imagine how she maintained her figure. She might as well have been a young girl!