At the door of Unit 302 on the third floor, Building 3, Jingyuan Residential Complex, the sensor clicked, and the three of them pushed the door open and entered.
After Yang Haoran turned on the lights, He Muchen glanced around. The living room was spacious, tidy, and bright.
The immaculately clean tiled floor reflected their clear figures. The living room was fully equipped with appliances, and the layout included three bedrooms, one living room, and one bathroom. Just one look at the decor made it clear the rent couldnβt be cheap.
He Muchen frowned slightly and turned to her son, Wei Ming, asking, “Xiao Ming, how much is the rent here again?”
“Mom, this is Haozi’s family’s vacant place. He’s letting us stay for a month, no charge.”
Wei Ming explained to He Muchen: “Since you were arriving today, I called to ask about places nearby. Most rentals are long-term leases, and landlords arenβt willing to do short-term.”
“I told Haozi you were coming, and his family happened to have this vacant place near the school, so heβs letting us use it for a month.”
“You silly childβ¦ you donβt know better. This just wonβt do.” He Muchen shot her son a reproachful glance, then turned to Yang Haoran with a radiant smile. “Haoran, how much is the rent? Auntie will pay you the market rate.”
Yang Haoran shook his head: “Auntie He, really, itβs not necessary. I stay here occasionally myself. Having a beautiful auntie like you stay is an honor for the place. How could I take money?”
Hearing Yang Haoran say this, He Muchen looked at his handsome features, her beautiful eyes growing even softer. This child was not only sensible and thorough in his actions, but he also knew just what to say, making it impossible not to like him from the bottom of one’s heart.
Xiao Ming had really made a reliable friend.
“Haoran, youβre going to make Auntie blush with all that praise.”
He Muchen smiled like a blooming flower: “But Auntie canβt take advantage of you like this. Tell me how much the rent is, and Auntie will transfer it to you now.”
Seeing the tender, watery gaze Auntie He was directing at him, Yang Haoran knew the plan was proceeding exceptionally smoothly. He smiled and replied, “Auntie, if you really feel bad about it, how about you treat me to a late-night snack instead?”
“You must be hungry after your flight, Auntie. The three of us can have a meal togetherβconsider it a welcome for you, to wash away the dust of your journey.”
He Muchen was indeed hungry. Seeing Yang Haoranβs firm attitude and that he clearly had no intention of accepting rent, she thought she could just give the money to her son Xiao Ming later to pass on to him. So she nodded in agreement: “Alright then, Auntie will treat you to a late-night snack. What do you like to eat? Auntie will order it for you.”
“No rush, Auntie. Let me help you put your luggage away first.”
Yang Haoran led He Muchen to the master bedroom, turning the knob as he spoke: “Auntie, you can stay in this room. Itβs the master bedroom, a bit more spacious. The smaller bedroom next door is the one Iβve stayed in occasionally before.”
After the two of them had placed the suitcase and come out, He Muchen saw her son Wei Ming sitting on the single-seater sofa in the living room, playing on his phone. She then sat down on the three-seater sofa next to her son, took out her phone, and said to Yang Haoran with a smile:
“Haoran, come over here and help Auntie fill in the address. Also, tell me what youβd like to eat, and Auntie will order it for you.”
Hearing this, Yang Haoran walked over to He Muchenβs side and was about to sit down when his eyes glanced at the seated Auntie He.
Auntie Heβs sitting posture was quite proper, her straight back accentuating her towering, perfectly round, enormous breasts. A pearl button on her white blouse had, unnoticed by anyone, come undone at some point, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of spring.
Two massive, plump, soft, and creamy white orbs pressed against each other, straining the blouseβs opening to the point of nearly bursting, squeezing together to form a soul-capturing, deep cleavage.
Smooth, creamy flesh overflowed from the tight confines of the fabric, likeεεΊηζ΅ε¨ηε₯Ά (ninggu de liudong niunai – solidified flowing milk) spilling beyond the collar. The edge of the neckline even sank deeply into the elastic flesh of her breasts, brimming with a lustful, mature sensuality that stirred the blood.
Following the line down from Auntie Heβs erect, towering breasts and her slightly plump waist, her full bottom, resting on the sofa, formed a rounded, half-moon shape, sinking slightly into the soft cushion beneath her like a ripe, large honey peachβplump, juicy, and utterly mouthwatering.
Her skirt had ridden up a bit due to her seated position, exposing large portions of her two sleek, black-silk-clad beautiful legs. The cicada-wing-thin black silk clung to He Muchenβs full thighs, hinting at the delicate, smooth, snow-white skin beneath, as if every part of her exuded a seductive, alluring, and wanton mature aura!
Yang Haoran swallowed hard with difficulty, pretending to be calm as he sat down next to He Muchen, wondering to himself: Was Auntie He doing this on purpose? When did she undo that button?
He Muchen was unaware of Yang Haoranβs dirty thoughts. She had simply undone a button to relieve the discomfort caused by her large breasts being constricted by the tight clothing for too long, taking the opportunity when the two men werenβt paying attention after arriving home. After all, there were no outsiders in the house now.
Yang Haoran took the phone handed to him by He Muchen, entered the address, and returned it to Auntie He.
He Muchen browsed through nearby shops on Meituan, selected a late-night snack spot with many positive reviews, and first added a bunch of items to the cart herself to prevent this overly considerate kid from trying to save her money. Then she said, “Haoran, Xiao Ming, take a look and see what youβd like to eat?”
Yang Haoran glanced at the menu on Auntie Heβs phone screen. She had already ordered quite a lotβenough for three or four people judging by the portionsβso he casually added two more items.
Wei Ming, following the plan, added a large portion of crayfish and a dozen cans of snow beer.
“Xiao Ming, maybe skip the beer.” He Muchenβs eyebrows rose slightly as she looked at the beer on the order.
“Mom, youβre here today, weβre happy, having a little bit wonβt hurt,” Wei Ming replied with a simple, honest smile.
He Muchenβs brows furrowed slightly. She was just about to refuse when Yang Haoran beside her spoke up first: “Auntie, Wei Ming has a point. To welcome you and wash away the dust, having a little bit is fine. Besides, crayfish taste better with beer.”
Hearing Yang Haoran say this, He Muchen swallowed the words that had reached her lips. Still, she shot her son Wei Ming a glareβwhat was he thinking, ordering beer for no good reason?
While He Muchen was looking down to complete the payment, Yang Haoran and Wei Ming exchanged a glance. Everything was understood without words.
While waiting for the delivery, Yang Haoran and He Muchen chatted while watching TV, and Wei Ming occupied himself with his phone.
Wei Ming tried to minimize his presence, giving his best friend Haozi and his mom a chance to interact and chat. This would be greatly beneficial for their plans later.
During his conversation with He Muchen, Yang Haoran probed indirectly and gradually learned about the “Uncle Li” Auntie He mentioned. It turned out this so-called Uncle Li had been checking in on Auntie He incessantly for three years. They were colleagues, so they had many opportunities to interact. As the saying goes, the moon favors the one near the pavilion first. Over time, Auntie He developed feelings for him, and eventually, when Uncle Li confessed, she agreed naturally, like water flowing into a channel.
Yang Haoran could tell that He Muchenβs feelings for this Uncle Li didnβt seem very deep. Her agreement to his confession seemed more out of gratitude for his three years of constant attention and care. Women are always emotional creatures, and coupled with Auntie He being alone for so many years, she had probably long felt empty and lonely inside.
There was one more thing Auntie He didnβt say, but Yang Haoran could guess it anyway: the condition for Auntie He agreeing to marry him definitely included providing for her son Wei Mingβs expenses until he finished university. Faced with a beautiful woman like Auntie He, probably few men would refuse such a condition.
Especially since it was just the cost of supporting him through university.