In front of Unit 4, Room 303 on the third floor of the Yulong Bay residential complex, Yang Haoran, holding gifts, watched nervously as Ji Youxi pressed the doorbell.
He was about to meet Ji Youxi’s mother. Unlike meeting Aunt He, Wei Ming’s mother, Yang Haoran felt his palms dry up and then begin to sweat.
After a short while, footsteps were heard from inside. With a click, the security door opened, and a beautiful woman who appeared to be in her thirties answered. She seemed to have just returned from the hospital, still wearing a doctor’s white coat. Her appearance was stunning, exuding the charm of a mature woman. She had a classic oval face, with her smooth long hair tied up high. Her eyebrows were like kingfisher feathers, her skin as white as snow, and her tall nose bridge was adorned with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, adding an intellectual softness to her look.
Her full, vermilion lips were enticing, reflecting a delicate and alluring gloss under the sunlight.
The loose hospital uniform could hardly conceal her striking figure. Particularly, her voluptuous breasts pushed up against the loose fabric, stretching it taut. Around her bust, the loose clothing instead took on the effect of a tight-fitting garment.
With her movement of opening the door, those ample, magnificent breasts jiggled and trembled, making one seriously worry whether the bra underneath could support their substantial, heavy weight.
Yang Haoran’s first glance was captured by those quivering, enormous breasts. By visual estimate, they undoubtedly reached an astonishing H-cup, seemingly larger in scale than those of his homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying, though not as perky.
After a brief glance, Yang Haoran quickly shifted his gaze to her face. Looking closely, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Had he met Ji Youxi’s mother somewhere before?
The smiling expression on the beautiful mature woman Hao Lei’s face as she opened the door froze the instant she saw Yang Haoran, holding gifts, beside her daughter.
She looked Yang Haoran up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, occasionally casting puzzled looks toward her daughter, Ji Youxi.
She knew Yang Haoran. Even after nearly two months, she remembered him, not least because he was the son of Chairwoman Liu, a powerful businesswoman who was a prominent figure in G City’s commercial world. The scale of the Yadilan Group was second to none even in the economically prosperous G City, serving as a major pillar of the city’s GDP.
She even knew that Mayor Lin Wanqing was Chairwoman Liu’s motherβin other words, Yang Haoran’s maternal grandmother.
Before Hao Lei could ask any questions, Yang Haoran mustered his courage and spoke up first.
“Hello, Auntie. I am Youxi’s boyfriend.”
Yang Haoran quickly followed up, trying to establish a connection: “Auntie, have we met somewhere before? I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.”
Initially somewhat nervous, Yang Haoran, through his rapid speech, slipped into a familiar, casual rhythm.
“Haoran, right?” Hao Lei forced a smile. “You were hospitalized with an injury before; I was the attending physician.”
Hao Lei blinked, feeling that fate was somewhatε₯ε¦. Yang Haoran, however, flushed red instantlyβhis penis injury had been examined by his potential future mother-in-law.
“You know each other?” Ji Youxi frowned slightly; the situation seemed to have taken an unexpected turn.
“Youxi, Haoran, please come in first.” Hao Lei’s attitude seemed quite friendly, not as intimidating as Yang Haoran had feared. He had thought he might be chased out with a broom, but the situation was better than he had imagined.
Yang Haoran followed Ji Youxi into the spacious living room. The decor was warm, and bright sunlight from the balcony poured into the room, providing excellent natural light.
Judging by the area, Ji Youxi’s home was over 170 square metersβa large flat apartment, in a location second only to standalone villas.
“Auntie, this is my first time visiting you. I didn’t know what you might like, so I bought some small gifts.” After changing into slippers, Yang Haoran handed the assorted gifts, large and small, to Hao Lei.
The gifts included a fruit basket, Moutai liquor, health supplements, and more. He wasn’t sure about Ji Youxi’s parents’ preferences, so he had tried to choose expensive items. The result was that his long-saved personal funds were nearly depleted.
“Haoran, there’s no need to be so formal. Please, have a seat.” Hao Lei glanced at the gifts and could roughly estimate their value. As a chief physician in a tertiary hospital, she had too much experience with receiving gifts and relationship-building attempts. She smiled as she accepted the gifts, gestured for Yang Haoran to sit on the living room sofa, and then casually placed the gifts to the side.
Yang Haoran sat upright on the sofa, with the calmly composed Ji Youxi seated beside him. Across from them, Hao Lei, after setting down the gifts, noticed Yang Haoran’s nervousness and asked with a smile, “Haoran, you and Youxi sit and chat for a bit. I’ll cut some fruit for you.”
Only after Hao Lei left did Yang Haoran feel as though he had surfaced for air, letting out a sigh of relief. Ji Youxi’s mother didn’t have an overpowering presence; she seemed kind and amiable, and her attitude was quite friendly. It was just her identity as Ji Youxi’s mother that made him unconsciously tense up.
Fortunately, Ji Youxi’s father wasn’t around, otherwise it might not have been certain whether he could even have entered this door.
“Relax a little. Just chat with my mom about everyday things. It might be easier since you already know each other.” Ji Youxi, noticing Yang Haoran’s nervousness, her bright eyes filled with laughter.
Youxi, just wait until you meet my mother, then you’ll understand, Yang Haoran thought to himself, but on the surface, he smiled and said, “I’m not nervous. Your mother is very easy to get along with, even better than I imagined.”
“Is that so?” Ji Youxi suddenly leaned close to Yang Haoran’s ear, her breath as fragrant as orchids. “What aspect of ‘good’ are you referring to?”
Yang Haoran froze, only then realizing his words could be misinterpreted. He hurriedly explained, “I meant that your mother is easier to get along with than I imagined, Youxi. Please don’t overthink it.”
Ji Youxi’s smile deepened, her perfect features curving into a grin that didn’t show her teeth. “Then why were you staring at her breasts when we came in?” “Do you have ideas?” “I don’t! She’s your mother.” “What a pity then…” Ji Youxi smiled meaningfully. Yang Haoran didn’t dare ask what was pitiable, but his thoughts were involuntarily led astray by her words into inappropriate fantasies.
Hao Lei is Ji Youxi’s mother, but also her sex slave. If Youxi really agrees to be my girlfriend, I wonder if she would be willing to share her sex slave…
Just as Yang Haoran’s imagination ran wild, Hao Lei returned with a fruit platter and placed it in front of them. As she bent low to set it on the tea table, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but sneak a glance and gulped. This is insane, how is Auntie built like that? Did she grow up drinking coconut milk?
“Haoran, don’t be reserved. Have some fruit. I bought all this fresh this morning. It’s very sweet, try some.” Yang Haoran went through the motions, eating one piece casually before offering another to Ji Youxi. Ji Youxi ate the fruit while watching the two converse.
As Yang Haoran was struggling to come up with a topic, Hao Lei broke the ice by bringing up the one subject that connected them, albeit one that made him somewhat embarrassed.
“Haoran, how has your recovery been these past two months?” “Auntie, I’m completely fine now. I actually went to the hospital for a check-up before, but I didn’t see you there.” Hao Lei asked when he had gone for the check-up, and it turned out it was during the National Day holiday when she happened to be traveling with her daughter.
After this initial exchange, Hao Lei looked at Yang Haoran with a smile and asked, “Haoran, how did you and Youxi get together? I remember Youxi just transferred schools not long ago.”