Chapter 313: The Guen Family's Rice Bowl Achievement, A Heavyweight Wicked Woman Arrives (2)
Sophia patiently listened to her daughter while also paying attention to the only man in the car—her daughter's fiancé, Shia.
"Shia, how have you been adjusting at Seven Shields Academy?"
"Being able to join Seven Shields Academy means a bright future ahead."
"You must study hard; your future will be limitless."
Sophia's gentle smile was as warm as the sun.
Shia withdrew his gaze and looked at the curvaceous beauty beside him, his expression mild.
"It's been alright. I'm getting used to it."
"If you ever have trouble, just ask Lilith. She's been there longer, knows the place well, and is family. If she refuses to help, tell me, and I'll scold her for you~!"
Hearing this, Lilith pouted unhappily.
She clung to Sophia's arm, swaying it, her eyes filled with grievance.
"Mama~ why do I feel like you care more about him than your own daughter?"
I'm your daughter!
Yet instead of making him protect me, you want me to take care of him?
And if I don't, you'll scold me?
Jealous, unhappy!
Sophia turned and playfully poked Lilith's forehead.
"Shia is also family. Treating family well is only natural."
Shia chuckled, trying to ease the tension.
"Lilith treats me well. We've gotten along fine."
Sophia turned back, her smile softening even more.
Even her voice grew gentler.
"Alright, alright, I won't scold her."
"You always defend her!"
"But precisely because of this, I feel at ease entrusting Lilith to you."
Suddenly, the car made a sharp turn.
Shia caught a whiff of an alluring fragrance.
The voluptuous beauty in the middle seat, caught off guard by inertia, leaned into him.
The familiar sensation of softness pressing against him, yet with a slightly foreign scent.
As Sophia steadied herself, she found herself nearly pressed against Shia's side.
The space was tight, and her ample curves left a deep impression.
After regaining balance, she continued.
"Once you graduate from Seven Shields Academy, no one will dare look down on you."
"By then, people will say that you and the Guen Family's eldest daughter are a match made in heaven!"
"And we will all live happily together~."
Her soft, elegant voice was soothing, like a gentle breeze.
Her treatment of Shia was far different from how she treated Lilith.
Shia's smile remained warm and refined, but Sophia seemed to notice a hint of something deeper.
Her own smile deepened slightly.
Then, she continued painting a rosy picture for Shia.
As they talked, the car drove into a grand castle.
Exquisite architecture, intricate carvings, every ten steps revealing a scenic masterpiece—a true feast for the eyes.
In front of the main building, a man in a casual suit had been waiting for some time.
As Shia and the others stepped out of the car, his gaze fell on his wife, and a trace of humility flashed across his expression.
But in an instant, he regained the composed authority of a family head.
His eyes lingered on Sophia for a moment before shifting to Lilith, nodding slightly.
"You're back? Let's eat first."
With that, he turned and led the way to the dining hall.
The long dining table was filled with sumptuous dishes. Sophia and the family head sat side by side, while Lilith and Shia sat opposite them.
More than a dozen maids stood attentively, serving, plating food, and refilling their dishes with well-practiced precision.
The trained maids could grasp their master's intent with just a glance.
"Since you're back, you should stay for a while. I've missed you both dearly."
Sophia spoke while glancing at Lilith before shifting her focus to Shia, her smile growing deeper.
Then, she turned to the maids, her gaze landing on a particular dish at the table's end, signaling them to serve Shia.
"Shia, eat more. You look thinner."
Shia smiled.
"Thank you, Madam."
The stern family head glanced at Shia indifferently before lowering his gaze, coughing lightly.
He appeared solemn and serious.
Shia's smile faded slightly, sensing a bit of awkwardness.
Sophia turned and playfully rolled her eyes at her husband.
But seeing his composed and serious demeanor, she ultimately shifted her attention back to warmly welcoming the two returning youngsters.
After dinner.
The solemn family head walked toward his chamber, his posture upright, one hand behind his back.
A maid lifted the bead curtain for him.
As he stepped inside, his gaze immediately fell upon the overlapping black silk-clad legs by the bed.
The curvaceous legs, pressed together, formed a mesmerizing arc.
The sheer black stockings stretched tightly, the peep-toe heels revealing delicate, red-painted toenails.
He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the maid.
The maid immediately retreated obediently, holding her breath.
Sophia sat by the bedside, her long lashes casting shadows over her face as she lowered her gaze.
Horace, the head of the Guen family, had an ingratiating smile on his face as he hurriedly approached Sophia. His earlier dignified demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
"Madam, let me take off your shoes for you."
Kneeling on one knee before Sophia, he eagerly reached out to hold her delicate feet. Though his movements were impatient, they were still gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure.
However, in the next second, the foot he had just cradled moved away.
Sophia's expression held a faint trace of disdain, her posture regal and commanding like that of a queen.
She cast a sidelong glance at the kneeling man before her, her voice slow and deliberate.
"Did I give you permission to touch?"
The ingratiating smile on Horace's face stiffened slightly.
In the next moment, a high heel stepped on him.
Sophia did not stand up, but the air around her was thick with disdain.
The tip of her shoe pressed down and twisted slightly.
For a man, such an action was nothing short of humiliation.
Her arrogant demeanor only reinforced the overwhelming pressure she exuded.
There was no trace of the gentle and elegant lady she had once appeared to be—only cold aloofness and scorn.
As if just this wasn't enough, she increased the pressure, making the grinding motion even more forceful.
"How many times have I told you? In front of outsiders, do not expose yourself!"
"If you can't even remember something this simple, what use is that brain of yours?"
Pinned beneath her heel, Horace's expression was a mix of pain and something else—something that seemed almost...pleased.
Yet, despite Sophia's reprimand, he felt somewhat wronged.
"I've already done well enough. Besides, everyone present was family!"
Their daughter was family. Shia, as their daughter's fiancé, was also family.
And besides, he had only let his mask slip for a brief moment.
Hadn't he quickly regained his composure?
However, his attempt at justification only made Sophia even more displeased.
She increased the pressure underfoot, her expression filled with intense loathing.
"You still dare to talk back!?"
She lifted her chin slightly, her ample chest blocking Horace's vision. He could only catch a glimpse of the lower curve of her jaw.
But even so, he couldn't help but become even more submissive.
Before Sophia's overwhelming presence, no matter how prestigious he was in the eyes of others, here and now, he was completely dominated by the arrogant queen before him.