Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 228: A Milf’s Concern

Chapter 228: A Milf’s Concern

Not long after entering the mansion, we were split up, and I ended up alone in a small but elegant room with two leather couches, a cherrywood coffee table, and human-sized windows covering the entire eastern wall.

’A shame they are blocked with bars.’

I sat and leaned back with both hands on my lap, trying to calm myself down, after what happened with Gu Tianhao; my trust in other groups was zero.

"I wonder if the others are doing okay..."

The moment I finished speaking, the door handle clicked, and what seemed to be a servant opened the door, slick hair and a smart suit. It almost felt surreal in the current world, but that was just a testament to Jiang Roulan’s grandfather.

He looked at me with a slight frown before lowering his head as someone else entered.

The moment she entered, the air seemed to freeze.

An elegant woman stepped forward with a measured gait, each step perfect and without waste, as she stopped just inside the room. "Leave us." Her warm, alto voice entered my ears, soothing yet firm.

Then our eyes met.

An elegant shape, yet her brown eyes looked tired with slight crow’s feet at the corners... but that could barely detract from her beautiful allure.

Short, with long black hair tied into a slightly messy bun, maybe thirty or thirty-five at most from her looks, but in reality, she could be older.

She wore a clean, militaristic outfit—a dark blue blouse with patches and a tight pencil skirt paired with black tights. However, at her waist was a tactical belt that held a pistol, a knife, and what seemed to be a grenade.

"You are quite calm."

"I have to be a leader, forgive my rudeness... You were just too beautiful."

The words slipped out of my mouth, I couldn’t help complimenting her because... she looked like an older and more strict Jiang Roulan!

Her eyes widened slightly, before quickly regaining their calm as she cleared her throat and approached closer. The way she lowered her hips and sat with her knees to the side was far too elegant.

"I see, you’re quite good with flattery."

’This woman is important.’

"I apologise for what might seem as poor treatment, I am the head of base logistics and second in command. Jiang Siwan, mother of Jiang Roulan..." Her voice shook and became a little huskier when she mentioned Roulan. "You have my thanks for protecting and bringing Lan’er this far."

’Oh?!’

’Her mother!!!’

’An actual Milf???’

The thoughts echoed in my mind, the idea of a real milf once lost and remained in the land of fantasy, but her thicker thighs and hips with excess meat due to ageing... the maturity and confidence that Roulan lacked oozed from this woman’s body.

"Leader of our small resistance group, John Wang."

I didn’t mention being Jiang Roulan’s lover yet, I am sure there would be some conversation telling me to leave or asking me to join them.

Although I didn’t know where it would go at the time.

***

Jiang Siwan looked at me for a moment before the door clicked open, and the servant from earlier came inside with a silver tray carrying two cups and a pot for making tea.

"I take it you don’t mind drinking tea?"

This would be my first time having it like this, and I couldn’t refuse.

"It would be my honour."

I noticed that Jiang Siwan often watched my actions, her eyes lingered on my face, body and... crotch. Why?

To my surprise, it wasn’t the servant who made the tea, but Jiang Siwan herself, like a prideful noble, she opened the pot, and began her ceremonial brewing.

The air quickly filled with a scent reminiscent of cherries and roses... It was a little strange, yet oddly soothing.

Jiang Siwan placed the cups on the table before pouring tea for us both, the colour of the liquid seemed to be almost blue...

’Is this safe to drink?’

I couldn’t doubt her as I leaned forward and took the saucer with the small cup.

It’s tiny.

"..."

She watched me, her glossy lips shining against the rim of the cup as they curled into a smile; then she lifted her head and put down her cup with such a refined manner that even a high lady might not manage such elegance. "John Wang, how is it?"

The movement of her lips, cheeks and eyes fluttering all seductive, almost making me drop my cup, I never realised that I was this much of a bastard.

’To lust after my lover’s mother...’

"Delightful." I didn’t lie, the tea was beautiful and tasted like a combination of cherries, rose, and honey.

"It is, isn’t it?"

Her warm voice didn’t match the cold and severe look on her face and posture... she barely shifted to drink, and her blouse and skirt remained neat and tidy.

’She’s not normal.’

I placed my cup onto the saucer and back onto the coffee table, while Jiang Siwan continued to sip on hers with an air of refinement. Her eyes slowly opened with a flutter before she placed her cup down without a sound. "Are you curious why I asked to meet you first?"

Was she? I couldn’t say...

Why?

"I’m not sure. To be honest, I just followed what the old man asked for Roulan’s sake."

Jiang Siwan’s brows lifted, only faintly, but I noticed. She nodded and reached for her cup once more, her dark and seductive eyes peering at me from the side of her cup as the door clicked open and the servant from earlier returned. This time, he whispered something into her ear, and her lips pushed together. Eyes widened, a sharper gaze then turned towards me.

"I see, you may leave. Do not allow anyone else into this room!"

"Y-Yes, Ma’am!"

The moment he disappeared, her entire demeanour seemed to change. It wasn’t that the ladylike aura diminished, but there was an edge, a sharp edge to her tone and gaze.

Like a blade waiting to cut me down, she brushed her lips with her pinky finger, then a smile, not the welcoming and gentle one from before, but a rather eerie and strange one.

"I never imagined that girl would change so much. It seems you’ve had a great effect on her." There were many things in her words, but I only understood one, "It seems that I should be treating you differently, since you’re her lover. Right?"

"..."

I couldn’t say a word, the air seemed to freeze, and the room’s atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

For a moment, my brain struggled to find the reason for her change and the accompanying anger. What was going on?

"Am I incorrect?"

"No."

Her smile vanished, leaving a rather annoyed look on her face. "I see... I was going to say thank you for taking care of her, but now it just feels wrong." She then crossed her legs and tapped the arm of the couch, her nails tapping in a strange rhythm that affected my concentration.

"Her medical report shows vaginal swelling and damage that indicate one thing." A cold and aggressive voice.

"What’s what?"

I honestly had no idea what she was speaking about.

That’s when the document the servant handed her slipped across the table... There were several words and strange terminologies, but the footnotes made it quite obvious...

- Posterior fornix bruising (Swelling near the cervix)

- Cervicitis (Inflamed Cervix)

- Vaginal wall abrasions

- Mild cervical bleeding or tenderness

- Bruising and tenderness

Following this a neat handwriting added, comments about the labia minor being swollen and delicate to the touch, adding the visible bruising and difficult walking... and a final comment reading ’Highly concerning, possiblilty of rape high.’

"So, do you understand now, Mr Wang?"

Ah... so cold and now it made sense, they must have done a medical examination on Jiang Roulan... and likely the others, since the same symptoms of bruising and swelling appeared on their documents.

"I don’t understand what you are saying, Miss Jiang."

Somehow, like cold water being poured on me, I became calmer; my voice was slow and deep, as if to avoid making a mistake and hiding my anger at being accused of this. The only problem was that the doctor’s report didn’t look good at all...

’I guess I was too rough... you... idiot...’

My thoughts weren’t directed towards Jiang Siwan, but myself...

Jiang Siwan’s face hardened, and her eyes narrowed into a sharp glare; her fingers, no longer tapping the arm of the chair, grasped it tightly. "Lan’er profusely refuses the doctor’s prognosis." Her eyes showed a subtle, gentle flash for a moment, while I just observed and waited.

’I shouldn’t rush, or act desperate.’

"C-Can’t you tell me what happened, if you have the decency...?"

Her voice grew softer, but it was husky, and danger still lingered, despite sounding almost defeated. Her eyes showed concern for her daughter.

"What do you want to know, Madam Jiang?"