Yang Haoran remembered. He had sent close-up photos of Aunt Shen being sodomized by him to Shiwen. He winked at Zhou Shiwen and said, “Shiwen, how do you think your mom’s is?”
Faced with this embarrassing question, Zhou Shiwen blushed, hemmed and hawed for a while, then said in a small voice, “Very plump and beautiful, not on the same level as the AV actresses I’ve seen. My mom hates meatiness, but I think it looks clean and neat like a big steamed bun. Just looking at it makes me feel a kind of…”
“An urge to lick it, right!”
Seeing Zhou Shiwen stammering and hesitating at the end, Yang Haoran said it for him. Zhou Shiwen nodded slightly, feeling ashamed. He really didn’t want to comment on his mom’s private parts, but if his childhood friend hadn’t asked, he would never have voiced his inner thoughts.
Seeing Shiwen’s embarrassed look, Yang Haoran chuckled. “Shiwen, I won’t tell Aunt Shen. Also, the inside of Aunt Shen’s pussy is very pink when spread open. It’s also very tight and wet when fucked. Once I fucked Aunt Shen to orgasm, and she squirted a lot of water, just like a fountain.”
Listening to his childhood friend’s description, Zhou Shiwen imagined the scene, his face showing some excitement. He asked with great interest, “Haoran, is it that when men… when men are together, topics always inevitably turn to women?” This was especially true for two teenage boys brimming with hormones.
They were chatting happily when Shen Qing pushed the door open and entered. The conversation immediately came to an abrupt halt.
“What are you talking about? So happy?” Shen Qing looked at the two with a suspicious expression. “Why did you stop talking when I came in?” Zhou Shiwen remained silent and gave Yang Haoran a look. Yang Haoran instantly understood, smiled, and changed the subject. “Aunt Shen, I’m thirsty. Could you peel an apple for me?”
Shen Qing looked at her son, who kept his head down and didn’t dare to look at her, and understood. Hearing Yang Haoran change the subject, she gave him a charming, coquettish glare and said with a smile, “Little Haoran, Auntie doesn’t know how to peel apples. Why don’t you ask Wenwen to peel one for you?”
Yang Haoran looked stunned. “Aunt Shen, didn’t you just peel one for me?”
“Did I?” Shen Qing pretended to be confused and looked at her son. “Wenwen, Mom doesn’t know how to peel apples, right?”
Zhou Shiwen felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles. Hearing his mom’s question, he looked up and met her sly, smiling eyes. His heart tightened. He glanced apologetically at his childhood friend and said against his conscience, “Haoran, my mom doesn’t know how to peel apples. At home, I always peel them for her. Let me peel one for you.”
“No, no need… I’m suddenly not thirsty anymore.” Yang Haoran found the situation both funny and frustrating. If not for Shiwen’s meaningful look, hearing this would have made him think some supernatural event had occurred. Aunt Shen had clearly guessed they were just talking about her. Given the special relationship between the three of them, it went without saying what the topic was.
After this little episode, Shen Qing decided to take Zhou Shiwen home first, then come back later to take care of Yang Haoran.
Liu Ruoxi had notified Shen Qing specifically to have her come take her place in caring for her son. After Shen Qing learned what had happened, she naturally understood that Ruoxi was still angry but couldn’t just neglect her son, hence her involvement here.
After Aunt Shen and Shiwen left, Yang Haoran felt much better. It seemed his mom still cared about him, since she had asked Aunt Shen to come take care of him. A short while later, the hospital room door was pushed open again. Yang Haoran thought it was a female nurse, but instead he saw his dad walk in, followed by Yaoyao.
“Did you get into a fight?”
“Brother, are you okay?”
Hearing his dad’s question and Yaoyao’s concern, and seeing the fatigue between his dad’s brows, Yang Haoran knew they had just gotten off the plane. He said, “Dad, Yaoyao, why are you here? I didn’t get into a fight; I just had a little accident and fell.” Yang Wenfu could tell his son was lying because he had said the same thing the last time he was hospitalized. He frowned and scolded him, “You’re always so unreliable,” but said nothing more.
Yang Wenfu was not a strict father. In the Yang Haoran household, it was more accurate to say they had a gentle father and a stern mother.
“Brother, how could you get into a fight again?” Yang Mengyao pouted, clearly unhappy with her brother’s lie. She obviously believed Yang Haoran was hospitalized due to a fight.
Yang Haoran saw the worry in Yaoyao’s eyes. The way this little girl pouted was really cute, but her high, prominent, and ample breasts were especially eye-catchingβit was practically a foul. Yaoyao was developing better and better.
Yang Haoran changed the subject with a smile. “Dad, Yaoyao, you just got off the plane, right? I’m fine. Aunt Shen will be here later to take care of me. You should go back and rest.”
He couldn’t say he was beaten up by his mom; there was no way to explain why he was beaten so badly otherwise.
“Yaoyao.” Yang Wenfu turned to his daughter. “Go out for a moment. I need to talk to your brother alone.” Yang Mengyao thought her dad was going to scold her brother privately. She pressed her lips together, gave her brother a worried look, and then reluctantly walked out of the hospital room.
Even though she was angry at her brother for fighting, the thought of her dad scolding him made her equally uncomfortable.
After Yaoyao left the room, Yang Haoran knew what his dad wanted to ask. Before he could ask, Yang Haoranηε launched into a complaint. “Dad, I did my best yesterday. I didn’t expect that just as Mom and I were going out at nine in the morning, we ran right into Zhuang Hui. She was furious and aggressive. I couldn’t stop her. I did all I could, Dad. It was a situation where I tried my best.”
Yang Wenfu had actually already heard the details from Zhuang Hui.
Zhuang Hui had told Yang Wenfu that Liu Ruoxi tacitly permitted the two of them to be together and didn’t care about their affair. Seeming to realize Yang Wenfu might not believe her, Zhuang Hui presented her speculation as fact, swearing that Liu Ruoxi had admitted to her face that she was also having an affair. The current situation, she said, was an understanding that for the sake of the family, husband and wife would each play their own games without interfering with or delaying each other.
Yang Wenfu originally didn’t believe it, until he saw the agreement Zhuang Hui had photographed and sent to him, which contained Liu Ruoxi’s signature. He fell silent then.
Actually, Yang Wenfu also believed in his heart that Liu Ruoxi was having an affair; he just lacked proof and still clung to a sliver of hope. The agreement Zhuang Hui sent over undoubtedly confirmed the suspicion in his heart.
Yang Wenfu didn’t know that Zhuang Hui had fabricated some parts. After learning the “truth,” he didn’t feel happy. Instead, he felt deeply disappointed and disheartened. So this time, when Zhuang Hui expressed her affection, he did not refuse.
“Haoran, I’m not blaming you. Dad knows you did your best. This is all Dad’s fault.” Yang Wenfu sighed, then looked at Yang Haoran and asked, “Haoran, did you know your mom was having an affair?”
His dad’s words made Yang Haoran pause for a moment, then he pretended to look shocked and asked, “Dad, is Mom having an affair?”
Yang Haoran’s reaction, seen by Yang Wenfu, made him think his son was also unaware. Yes, given Liu Ruoxi’s personality, if she were having an affair, she would conceal it flawlessly.
“Haoran, there are some things Dad can’t say to Yaoyao, but you’re a boy and the eldest son. Dad won’t hide it from you.” Yang Wenfu explained to Yang Haoran the details of his and Liu Ruoxi’s marriage in name only, and the tacit agreement between them.
Just like that time Yang Wenfu hadn’t hidden his affair from Yang Haoranβhis son already knew some things about him and Zhuang Hui and had even been involvedβso Yang Wenfu laid everything out clearly for his son without holding back.
After speaking, Yang Wenfu let out a long sigh, his face full of worry. He said earnestly, “Haoran, from now on, you’ll need to take more care of your mom. You’re a boy; you need to learn to mature early.”
“I hope you don’t blame your mom. Dad was the one who made the mistake first.” Yang Wenfu didn’t know when his wife’s affair started or who it was with, but as a man, he tended to shoulder more responsibility onto himself.