Can You Be My Mom?

Illegitimate daughter heiress x old-money mommy

Ying Baozhu x Lancer

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“Can you be my mommy?”

Ying Baozhu lost her mother when she was young. She dreamed of having a mom who cared for her and loved her.

Her classmate's mother was mature and self-possessed, exactly the kind of mommy Ying Baozhu wanted.

The woman seemed willing to look after her, too.

“I can give you money. Lots and lots of money.”

“Play a game with me, Mommy.”

The woman's expression turned complicated, but she bent down and kissed Ying Baozhu on the forehead. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Aside from the punishments for misbehaving being a little different from what Ying Baozhu had imagined, Lancer doted on her to an almost absurd degree.

As long as she behaved, Ying Baozhu had no doubt that even if she asked for the stars, Lancer would find a way to give them to her.

That is, as long as Ying Baozhu behaved.

Lancer liked good girls, and Ying Baozhu was only pretending to be one.

As time passed, Ying Baozhu began to tire of it.

One night, she came home late and Lancer spanked her in front of everyone. Ying Baozhu's face flushed as she wept and sobbed:

“I want to end this game! I don't want you anymore. Take the money and get out!”

She thought that would be the end of it. Ying Baozhu was even sent back to Hong Kong to get married. But at the dinner party on the day she returned home, she met someone she never could have imagined seeing again.

Ying Baozhu only knew her as Lancer. She had no idea Lancer belonged to the Stusso family.

In fact, Lancer was the head of the Stusso family, one of the most powerful dynasties in the world.

When things got heated, Ying Baozhu had even demanded that Lancer kneel to put her shoes on.

Before the dinner party was even halfway through, the woman cornered her in a narrow dressing room.

“BB can throw a tantrum, but she can't get engaged to someone on a whim.”

“What Mommy is going to teach you today is that it's fine to be foolish, but not stupid.”

That night, Ying Baozhu finally understood that the mother-daughter game the other woman was playing might not be the same one she had in mind.

But so what?

Now thoroughly tamed, Ying Baozhu, still catching her breath, stroked Lancer's knee and looked up, asking for a kiss:

“Mommy, I'm sorry. Will you kiss me?”

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Lancer has never had children. Her classmate is simply the daughter of an old friend.

A story written for my kinks, a story written for my kinks.

Theme: Cherish the people around you.