After school the next day, Yang Haoran first went to the schoolβs parcel locker to pick up a package. It was the medication S Girl had promised to send him, shipped anonymously via SF Express. It had been sent out in the morning and, unexpectedly, arrived that afternoon.
This wasnβt particularly surprising. Yang Haoran had long suspected that S Girl was in this city, though he didnβt know exactly where.
βHaoran, open it up and letβs see,β Wei Ming said, curious about the medication after seeing Haoran retrieve the package.
Yang Haoran didnβt bother hiding it. He tore open the shipping packaging to reveal two medicine boxes insideβone for cold medicine and one for anti-inflammatory drugsβboth utterly ordinary in appearance.
Naturally, Yang Haoran wasnβt fooled by the external packaging. These kinds of special medications were always disguised in a laughably simple manner. He quickly opened both boxes. The cold medicine box contained a strip of twelve white pills, while the anti-inflammatory box held two strips of blue pills, twenty-four pills in total.
βXiao Mingzi, you take these. Do as we discussed last night.β
Yang Haoran handed both boxes to Wei Ming, who pocketed them. Wei Mingβs gaze unconsciously drifted to the watch on Yang Haoranβs right wrist.
It was a deep green menβs wristwatch, simple and elegant in design. The bezel was made of ceramic, with green hands and a green face. The crystal was polished to a shine, emitting a faint, subtle green glow. Its exquisite and unique appearance made it inherently eye-catching.
This was a luxury Submariner watch retailing for over three hundred thousand yuan, a birthday gift from Shen Qing to Yang Haoran last year.
The two walked and chatted, heading off campus. Yang Haoran called a taxi via a ride-hailing app; their destination was Shijie International Airport.
βHaoran, Iβm seriously envious of you. What kind of elder gives such an expensive watch?β Wei Ming said, walking alongside him, his face full of envy as his eyes repeatedly wandered over Yang Haoranβs Submariner.
βMy wife gave it to me,β Yang Haoran said with a laugh. Thinking of that enchantress, Auntie Shen, made his heart itch again.
βWife? Which woman is it now? Didnβt you tell me last night it was from an elder?β Wei Ming was confused. What did Haoran mean? An elder becoming a wife?
βAhβ¦ donβt worry about that. Right now, Auntie He is the most important thing. Itβs just a watch, after all,β Yang Haoran said.
Seeing that Haoran didnβt want to elaborate, Wei Ming didnβt press further. But thinking about that three-hundred-thousand-yuan watch, he couldnβt help sighing with regret: βItβs just a shame, though.β
βItβs nothing. I hardly ever wear this thing anyway. Itβs been sitting in a drawer for over half a year,β Yang Haoran said, his expression nonchalant.
Chatting idly, the two left the school and waited for the taxi at a nearby bus stop. A few minutes later, a white taxi picked them up and sped towards the airport.
In the car, Yang Haoran sent a text to his mom, saying he was staying overnight at Auntie Shenβs place and wouldnβt be back tonight. He also sent a message to Auntie Shen, asking her to cover for him.
Soon, his mom replied with three question marks. Auntie Shen also asked what was going on.
Yang Haoran was annoyed, unsure how to respond. These two women were the closest to him. He gave Auntie Shen a vague reply, promising to explain in detail tomorrow. As for his mom, he could only stubbornly insist he was staying at Auntie Shenβs.
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At Shijie International Airport, the two arrived around six oβclock and had to wait sitting in the arrivals hall on the first floor.
Auntie HeβWei Mingβs mother, He Muchenβwas scheduled to arrive at 6:30 PM. After the plane landed, it would take another ten minutes or so for the doors to open and passengers to disembark.
Over half an hour later, amidst the bustling crowd at the entrance, a stunning figure pulling a black suitcase came into Wei Mingβs view.
βHaoran, my momβs here. Stop looking at your phone,β Wei Ming said, patting Yang Haoranβs shoulder as a reminder before stepping forward to greet her.
βOh, okay.β Yang Haoran looked up and quickly stood, following behind Wei Ming.
βMom!β
βXiao Ming, and Haoran is here too.β
βHello, Auntie He.β
The three met up. Since they all knew each other, they exchanged greetings. Yang Haoran looked over Wei Mingβs mother, He Muchen, and was somewhat stunned by her beauty.
Auntie He looked as young and gorgeous as ever, standing next to Wei Ming like an older sister.
He Muchen had long, chestnut-red wavy hair that cascaded softly down both sides of her face like a waterfall. Her eyebrows were slender and arched like crescent moons, her nose was tall and elegant like carved jade, and her small mouth was full and moist with a glossy, dark red lipstick. Her smooth, delicate cheeks glowed with a soft, pearly radiance under the airport lights.
She wore a chiffon long-sleeved blouse. The two towering peaks of her chest strained against the pearl buttons of the blouse, making them appear ready to burst open. The heavy, full breasts formed an incredibly high, semi-circular curve, as conspicuous as depth charges, easily drawing attention. By visual estimate, they had reached the magnificent scale of a 36D cup.
Especially as she walked over, those enormous breasts swayed tremulously, attracting the gazes of many people in the airport. Below, she wore nude stockings, her legs well-proportioned and slender. From head to toe, she exuded the unique sexy charm and elegant, refinedζ°θ΄¨ of a mature woman.
Ten-centimeter-high white heels were perched beneath her delicate, shapely feet, arching the smooth tops of her feet into an exaggerated, supremely sexy curve.
The white heels were thin and tall, studded with sparkling crystal rhinestones that refracted dazzling, seductive shards of light.
Yang Haoran stared dumbfounded at the sexy and alluring Auntie He. He had met her before, but last time her attire had been more conservative and restrained. He never expected that when dressed up, she would resemble a mature, enchanting rose, captivating and stirring oneβs imagination.
It seemed Xiao Mingzi was right. Auntie He had indeed found a partner, and now she knew how to dress up for it. As the saying goes, a woman dresses up for the one who appreciates her.
βMom, why are you dressed like this?β Wei Ming, looking at his glamorous and mature mother, was also somewhat incredulous.
Facing her sonβs astonished gaze, He Muchen awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. βXiao Ming, doesnβt it look good?β
Wei Ming shook his head. βIt looks very good. Itβs just that you never used to care much about dressing up before. Why start now?β
βYou know about me and Uncle Liβ¦β He Muchenβs gaze towards Wei Ming held a hint of apology. βIβm here to take care of you for a month this time. After that, youβll need to take good care of yourself.β
The light in Wei Mingβs eyes instantly dimmed. The atmosphere suddenly grew somewhat stiff. Yang Haoran, looking at He Muchen, smiled and complimented her: βAuntie He, Wei Ming is just surprised at how beautiful you are when you dress up. Even I didnβt expect it. Auntie, you look absolutely radiant now. I canβt help but feel a little envious of that Uncle Li.β
He Muchen burst out laughing. βHaoran, your mouth is still as sweet as ever. Thank you for coming with Xiao Ming to pick me up.β
βNot at all, Iβm not just flattering you, Auntie. Every word comes from the heart,β Yang Haoran continued shamelessly. βWhen I saw you walking over just now, I thought I was seeing a rose that had grown legs.β
βGiggleβ¦β He Muchen covered her mouth as she laughed, her body trembling with amusement. βAlright, alright, child, your words are like honey. If you keep going, Auntie wonβt be able to handle it.β
Yang Haoranβs eyes unconsciously flicked to He Muchenβs towering, tremulous breasts as she laughed. So big. So exciting. I wonder if theyβre bigger than Momβs.
Wei Ming watched the two of them, who seemed to be flirting, from the side. The light returned to his eyes. Thatβs right, thereβs still Haoran. Now it just depends on whether Haoran has the fortune to win over my mom.
βLetβs go, Auntie. Let me take your suitcase for you.β
Yang Haoran, eager to please, took the handle of the black suitcase from He Muchenβs hand. During the process, his fingers brushed against Auntie Heβs warm, soft jade-like fingers, sending a thrill through his heart.
βYou, childβ¦β He Muchen gave Yang Haoran a coquettish glare, then turned to her son, Wei Ming. βXiao Ming, you take it for Mom. No need to trouble Haoran.β
βNo needβ¦ no needβ¦β Yang Haoran quickly waved his hand. βWith just this little luggage, Auntie, not only can I carry it, looking at you, I could even run back carrying it on my back.β
βHahaβ¦β He Muchen couldnβt help but laugh again, her body shaking with mirth, those enticing curves swaying delightfully.
βXiao Ming, see how humorous Haoran is? You should learn a bit from him,β He Muchen said to her son Wei Ming after finishing her laugh. βBeing able to talk pleasingly makes people like you. Your personality is a bit too reserved. Itβs a good thing you have a friend like Haoran.β
Wei Ming felt somewhat depressed. Even though, according to the plan, it was better for Haoran and his mom to be closer, watching his beautiful mother and his best friend Haoran get along so well, he couldnβt help feeling a bit sour. Just who is your son, Haoran or me?
Yang Haoran, carrying the black suitcase with a faint smile on his lips, walked and chatted with the other two. They soon exited the airport arrivals hall and reached the roadside.