Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money

There were four households on the third floor of the staircase. You could imagine how crowded it was here. After Abigail opened the door, she could see the end at a glance.

To say that it had one bedroom and one living room was a nice thing to say. The living room was so small and shabby. The iron clothes hangers were full of clothes and there was not even a wardrobe.

There was no sofa or table, no TV or anything, just a cabinet. It looked like the kind of place where workers lived.

There was no kitchen here, only a pot of water on the cabinet, probably used for cooking instant noodles, and a small cheap refrigerator next to it.

The bathroom was very small with no dry and wet separation, only about two square meters. It was estimated that Abigail couldn't stand alone, let alone playing in the water like a pair of mandarin ducks.

The balcony had very poor lighting and there was an old washing machine. The clothes hanging on the balcony should belong to Ubaya.

"Is this yours or your mother's? It's a nice style."

Looking at a pair of black lace hollow panties, Ryan whistled like a gangster.

"Fuck, what are you looking at? If you have a fetish, I'll give you a few."

Abigail didn't act shy, she just rolled her eyes and stretched lazily.

The room was so low that she almost hit her head when she walked in. It looked even more shabby when she got inside.

The bedside table was obviously a cheap item purchased online. There was no bed at all, but two single mattresses placed next to each other on the floor. The area was so small that the bed was almost right as you entered the door.

It could only accommodate a very small wardrobe, the kind used in dormitories, which couldn't hold many clothes. She guessed it was used for underwear.

You could tell at a glance that it was a typical rental house for workers, and it was so simple that you couldn't even cook.

"I picked this place. I paid for it and it was like acting first and asking for permission later. I liked the fact that the room was quite big. Once I put two mattresses in it, my mom wouldn't be able to escape when I come back on the weekend."

Abigail smiled lewdly, then called and asked, "Mom, are you not off work yet???"

"We're here. Okay, we'll come find you then."

After hanging up the phone, Abigail smiled and said, "My mother said she just got off work and asked us to go to the hotel and wait for her."

Most of the restaurants around the hospital served fast food, so Abigail led Ryan to a barbecue restaurant, which was obviously a typical self-built restaurant in the countryside.

The decoration of the three-story self-built house was simple but not shabby. At first glance, it was the kind of business that did business for the villagers. There were quite a lot of people here at dinner time.

There was a table at the door, which had a special urban and life atmosphere. Now most stalls were not allowed in the city, so it was nice to come here occasionally.

"My mother likes this barbecue restaurant the most, especially their samosa and cold dishes, which are must-orders."

Maybe because the business was so good, all the tableware was disposable. When the charcoal stove came up, Abigail had already washed the wine glasses and brought over two bottles of beer.

"So excited?"

Ryan asked with a smile.

"I'll give you some BUFF, so that you can perform well and convince my mother later."

Abigail poured wine for Ryan while jokingly saying, "I guess she didn't believe a single punctuation mark of what I said these days. She only knew that I suddenly had 600,000 dollars of money from unknown sources."

"Actually, I find it magical myself and don't know how to tell her, so I'll leave everything to you."

While they were talking and laughing, Abigail suddenly stood up and waved: "Mom, this way!"

Ryan subconsciously looked back and found that all the men were the same as him. They first stole a glance at the stunning Abigail, and then looked at the woman who was approaching and swallowed their saliva.

Her height was definitely over 170cm, just slightly shorter than Abigail. Her long wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders was very eye-catching.

The casual vest on her upper body squeezed out a deep cleavage, and the prominent curves were incomparable, easily sparking wild imaginations.

A pair of tight jeans outlined her perky buttocks and slender legs, and her delicate feet were adorned with casual sandals.

Even her nails were painted with a simple purple polish, adding an extra-enchanting charm.

Her oval face, big eyes, delicate nose, and very sexy small mouth combined to create an extremely stunning look.

Judging from her age, she was in her early thirties—the stage where a mature woman had just blossomed into her prime. She carried a charm that made the word "vixen" come to mind at first glance.

Her facial features were extremely similar to Abigail's, appearing even more delicate with light makeup. She was like a matured version of Abigail, exuding an added allure.

Like Abigail, she was a top-tier beauty who could look captivating even in a sack.

Ding…

Bound object: Ubaya.

Favorability: 0.

This number was acceptable, just like an ordinary stranger. As long as it wasn't a hellish start like Nancy's, where favorability was negative, it was fine.

Abigail was already eye-catching enough, but when she called the stunning woman in front of her "Mom," those unaware of the truth were shocked.

The word "Mom" froze the brains of all onlookers.

This woman looked no older than her early thirties. How could she have a daughter this age? How did she maintain herself to become such an age-defying enchantress?

Ryan couldn't help but swallow as he watched her, feeling like this was the complete version of Abigail, with an extra layer of seductive charm.

"Mom, this is my man, Ryan. Ryan, this is my mom!"

Ubaya sat down and placed her ordinary bag aside while Abigail made the introduction cheerfully.

Ubaya extended her slender fingers with a charming smile. "Hello, student Ryan. I heard you're from the same university."

"Yes, Sister Ubaya!"

Ryan hesitated to call her "auntie"—she looked far too young.

Abigail rolled her eyes playfully. "You're being such a smooth talker. Now you've instantly become my senior!"

Ubaya chuckled. "Let's keep things casual. If you keep calling me 'Mom,' I'll start feeling old!"

Abigail leaned against her affectionately, grinning. "I love calling you Mom. After all, I am your daughter."

"True enough."

Ryan agreed wholeheartedly. They looked so much alike that calling them sisters wouldn't be far-fetched—claiming they were mother and daughter almost felt unreasonable.

Ubaya picked up the menu. "Have you ordered yet?"

"Not yet."

Ryan shook his head.

Ubaya beckoned the owner over and ordered like a regular. "Ten grilled beef skewers, ten beef tendons, ten beef shanks, a pot of tripe hotpot, cold beef, shredded potatoes..."

"And a Coke."

Before Ubaya could finish, Abigail grabbed the bottle and poured her a glass, then interjected, "No more Coke. Let's have beer instead."

She mentioned that Ubaya wasn't much of a drinker and usually avoided alcohol. Clearly, she had ulterior motives in suddenly pushing for drinks.

Ubaya hesitated briefly before smiling and tapping Abigail's head. "You little troublemaker!"

Her doting gaze was full of maternal warmth. Even if she wasn't Abigail's biological mother, it was obvious she treated her as her own.

Abigail stuck out her tongue mischievously. "It's boring to just drink Coke when introducing my boyfriend properly. Mom, show some sincerity as the elder!"

As she spoke, she secretly winked at Ryan, clearly seeking his cooperation in this scheme.

Seizing the moment, Ryan raised his glass respectfully, holding the base with one hand. "Sister Ubaya, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll toast you first."

"Alright!"

Ubaya didn't hesitate further. The three clinked glasses and downed their drinks in one go. Only then did Abigail cheerfully pour another round.

Setting down her glass, Ubaya examined Ryan closely, her smile bright. "Student Ryan, you're quite the handsome one—a perfect match for my Abigail. This is the first time she's introduced a boyfriend to me."

Her tone was pleased and excited, though a faint trace of skepticism lingered in her eyes.

Ryan smiled. "Being with Abigail is my good fortune."

"Such a sweet talker. If Abigail hadn't assured me you're easygoing and not arrogant, I'd have been too embarrassed to invite you to this little eatery."

Ubaya chuckled, her charm undeniable. "Either way, seeing you two together—a golden pair—makes me very happy."

The skewers arrived quickly. Abigail kept the mood lively with jokes while Ubaya watched her fondly. Ryan didn't speak much, but the atmosphere felt as natural as hanging out with his roommates.

The food was delicious, especially the tripe hotpot. They weren't exaggerating—it was the best Ryan had ever tasted.

After the meal, Abigail insisted on paying the bill. Ryan and she had each finished two 500ml bottles.

Ubaya drank less, claiming early on that she couldn't handle much and would only drink a little. Despite Abigail's eager refills, she'd only had about a bottle.

Even so, her face was already flushed, her eyes misty with intoxication, making her even more alluring.

"No need to support me. I'm not so weak that one bottle would knock me out."

On the way back, Ubaya laughed off Abigail's assistance, though Abigail still held her arm, teasing, "I was just worried the wind might blow you over. Better safe than sorry!"

Ryan walked behind them, observing the slender figures of this so-called mother-daughter pair—who looked more like sisters. Like the passersby, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

They didn't need to pose deliberately; their natural sway was mesmerizing.

Back at the rental building, Abigail bought half a dozen cans of beer, grinning.

"Ryan and I aren't done yet. Mom, want to join?"