“I’ve booked the car, Auntie. Let’s wait here for a bit.”
Yang Haoran placed an order on Didi. The destination was one of Aunt Shen’s properties—a three-bedroom, two-living-room, one-bathroom apartment fully furnished with appliances, ready to move into immediately.
Aunt Shen owned numerous properties in G City. Exactly how many, Yang Haoran wasn’t sure, but he did have the keys to several of her places. After he visited, she had given them to him.
He Muchen glanced at Yang Haoran with slight surprise. This kid really knew how to handle things in a way that made people like him. But as an elder, she couldn’t take advantage of a young man like this.
“How much is it, Haoran? Let me transfer the money to you. Thank you for your trouble,” He Muchen said, opening WeChat to send him the payment.
“No need, no need…” Yang Haoran waved his hand. “A taxi ride doesn’t cost much, Auntie. Wei Ming and I are so close, like brothers. You’re being too formal.”
Seeing the sincere look on Yang Haoran’s face as he waved his hand, He Muchen noticed the watch on his wrist—a Rolex Submariner “Hulk.” It seemed this kid’s family was quite well-off, so she decided not to insist.
Yang Haoran noticed He Muchen’s gaze lingering on his wristwatch and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When the taxi arrived, Wei Ming took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat, leaving He Muchen no choice but to sit in the back with Yang Haoran.
A faint, delicate fragrance wafted over, an intoxicating scent that seeped into Yang Haoran’s very being, enveloping his senses like a captivating mist.
“Auntie He, where is that wonderful fragrance coming from?”
As he sat down, Yang Haoran deliberately positioned himself very close to He Muchen. Now, breathing in the rich, swirling aroma near the tip of his nose, he spoke while leaning even closer toward her. In his field of vision, her enormous, voluptuous, and full breasts grew larger and larger until they overwhelmingly dominated his entire view. His face made contact with those soft, rounded peaks, the tender sensation utterly enchanting—truly a breathtakingly immense swell.
Feeling Yang Haoran suddenly lean against her, curiously sniffing, his cheek even touching her breast, He Muchen’s face flushed red. She quickly patted his shoulder in playful reproach. “Hey… you silly child.”
Yang Haoran pretended to snap awake. Looking at He Muchen’s slightly reddened face, he chuckled awkwardly. “Auntie, I’m sorry. I was wondering where that fragrance was coming from—turns out it’s from you.”
Seeing Yang Haoran’s embarrassed smile and apologetic expression, He Muchen’s impression of him remained favorable. She felt this kid wasn’t that kind of person—it was probably just an accident. So she said, “Maybe it’s the shampoo I use. It’s quite fragrant.”
Yang Haoran seized the opportunity to ask, “What brand is it? I really like the scent.”
He Muchen replied, “Ludaf. If you like it, you can find it in most supermarkets.”
“What a shame…” Yang Haoran said with a regretful expression. “As a guy, it probably isn’t suitable for me, right? Auntie, would you mind letting me smell it?”
“Huh?”
He Muchen’s pretty face flushed red. This kid, what is he saying?
Yang Haoran said apologetically, “Auntie He, I often have trouble sleeping. Just now, smelling your scent made me feel very relaxed and at ease. I don’t have any other intentions.”
Seeing the sincerity in Yang Haoran’s eyes, He Muchen hesitated. Yang Haoran quickly pressed his advantage: “Just a quick sniff, up close. It won’t make you uncomfortable, will it, Auntie He?… Or… never mind…”
Seeing Yang Haoran’s disappointed expression, He Muchen found it somewhat amusing. Why was she being so reserved with a kid? If he was curious and wanted to smell it, she might as well let him.
“Alright then… Haoran.” He Muchen relented. “Auntie will let you smell it. But you mustn’t touch my breasts.”
As she spoke, He Muchen’s face grew even redder, like rouge spreading across her cheeks. After saying it, she suddenly realized what she had just uttered. It should have been a simple matter of letting the kid smell her scent, but by mentioning that, it somehow took on an unintended suggestive tone.
Yang Haoran didn’t overthink it. Hearing Auntie He’s agreement, he shifted closer to her mature, voluptuous body, resting his head on her shoulder. His nose gently sniffed near her fair, delicate swan-like neck. The rich, subtle fragrance swirled delightfully as he inhaled, utterly captivating.
Yang Haoran’s warm breath brushed against her neck. He Muchen’s body trembled slightly, and a strange sensation began to rise within her. Her fair, delicate cheeks gradually bloomed with two vivid red roses, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat intimate and charged.
From the passenger seat, Wei Ming watched out of the corner of his eye as Haoran leaned his head on his mother’s shoulder, his nose nuzzling into her neck. His mother’s face was flushed, and she wasn’t resisting. Their intimate actions shocked Wei Ming, and an inexplicable feeling of oppression welled up inside him—he couldn’t tell if it was bitterness or jealousy.
Haoran… this guy… that’s my mom. Wei Ming thought bitterly, unconsciously recalling Xiao Shaowan, who had主动 knelt down so lewdly and shamelessly on the rooftop. Would his mother also become like that one day in the future?
No… she definitely would. Haoran had told him just last night that, at the very least, he intended to have his way with his mother, leaving no hole untouched. The thought filled Wei Ming with regret.
But soon, he suppressed these emotions. He knew it was better for his mother to fall into Haoran’s hands than to leave him and become someone else’s wife. There was no turning back now.
Yang Haoran leaned on He Muchen’s shoulder, breathing in her enchanting scent, and spoke to buy more time: “Auntie He, I don’t know why, but whenever I see you, I feel a sense of closeness.”
“Really?” He Muchen’s cheeks were rosy as she maintained a calm facade, smiling. “Haoran, I quite like you too, kid. I wish you were my son.”
Isn’t this kid going to move away yet?
He Muchen felt somewhat troubled inwardly. His warm breath continuously brushed against her skin, stimulating her. Her long-neglected body unconsciously stirred with a hint of desire, something even she hadn’t noticed. Without realizing it, she tightened her legs.
Yang Haoran joked, “Maybe in a past life, Auntie He, we were lovers. That’s why we can’t be mother and son in this life.”
He Muchen laughed, her eyes curving into joyful crescents. She chided him playfully, “You kid… you sure know how to make Auntie happy.”
…
In their intimate posture, the two chatted casually, with Yang Haoran occasionally saying things that made He Muchen smile delightedly. Gradually, she grew less resistant to him leaning on her shoulder. In their conversation, an unconscious sense of intimacy began to seep in.
Wei Ming watched his mother and Haoran out of the corner of his eye, noting their flirtatious banter and intimate behavior. He didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad. Bitterness crept onto his lips. Reality left him silent, unwilling to disturb them.
A white taxi sped swiftly along the road, cutting through the city’s multicolored neon lights, moving farther and farther toward its destination…