“You keep it. I don’t need the money,” Yang Haoran shook his head and declined.
“But I won’t know how to explain this to my mom,” Wei Ming replied with a bitter smile.
“Then just consider it as you giving it to me, and now I’m giving it back to you,” Yang Haoran said playfully, winking at Wei Ming.
Understanding his meaning, Wei Ming laughed and retorted, “If you put it that way, I’ll accept it. This is what I deserve.”
Wei Ming hadn’t expected to receive the damn allowance from that bastard surnamed Li yet, but by chance, he ended up getting a benefit from his close friend Haoran. Naturally, he wouldn’t refuse—four thousand bucks! How many game skins could that buy?
“Xiao Ming, Haoran, what are you two talking about?”
At that moment, He Muchen emerged from the kitchen carrying a fruit platter.
Yang Haoran’s eyes swept over Auntie He as she approached. Though her figure was subtly concealed, her full, voluptuous breasts strained prominently against her casual homewear, making them impossible to ignore.
As He Muchen moved, her plump, ripe bosom swayed tremulously, like succulent honeydew melons trembling in the wind and rain.
Her lewd, mature body seemed to radiate the myriad charms of a grown woman, capable of igniting the most primal desires in a man with a single glance!
Seizing the moment as He Muchen bent over to place the fruit platter on the coffee table, Yang Haoran shot Wei Ming a meaningful look. Understanding immediately, Wei Ming clutched his stomach with a pained expression and said, “Mom, my stomach’s acting up. I need to use the bathroom. Keep Haoran company for a bit.”
With that, he hurriedly dashed toward the bathroom, the door slamming shut with a bang.
“This kid… He doesn’t know his own strength. I hope he doesn’t break the door.”
“It’s fine, Auntie He. Doors aren’t that easy to break,” Yang Haoran said with a smile, gesturing for He Muchen to come closer. “Auntie He, sit down. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
He Muchen was reluctant to be alone with the young man, but faced with Yang Haoran’s smiling expression, she had no choice but to sit on the sofa.
Yang Haoran shifted closer to her. The intoxicating scent of her body wafted into his nostrils, fragrant and alluring. Lowering his voice mysteriously, he said, “Auntie He, close your eyes for me first?”
He Muchen felt somewhat amused, sensing what the young man might be up to. A gift, perhaps? She wondered what he would give her.
Her curiosity piqued, He Muchen slowly closed her eyes. The thought of closing her eyes in front of a young boy made her feel somewhat shy, and she worried she might be acting too imprudently. What if he tried to kiss her?
Yang Haoran pulled an exquisite little black box from his pants pocket, placed it in his palm, and held it out in front of He Muchen.
He had specifically requested the necklace be packaged in a small box—the original packaging was too large and difficult to conceal.
Gazing at Auntie He’s beautiful face, her closed eyes lending her a gentle, serene demeanor as if emanating a maternal glow, her curved eyelashes fluttering faintly—Yang Haoran truly felt the urge to lean in and kiss her.
“Is it ready, Haoran?” He Muchen seemed to sense the young man’s fervent gaze, her voice trembling slightly.
She couldn’t keep her eyes closed any longer. If he really gave in to impulse and kissed her, she would be left in an awkward position.
Hearing her催促, Yang Haoran maintained his posture, hands extended, and said with a smile, “It’s ready, Auntie He. You can open your eyes now.”
He Muchen’s eyelashes fluttered lightly as she slowly opened her eyes. A delicate little black box resting in the young man’s palms came into view.
Even though He Muchen had been mentally prepared, the sight of the young man holding a gift with tender eyes fixed on her caused ripples to stir uncontrollably in the lake of her heart.
“What is it, Haoran?”
Unconsciously, a touch of softness seeped into He Muchen’s beautiful eyes as she looked at Yang Haoran. Women are emotional creatures who love surprises, and she was no exception.
“Auntie He, why don’t you open it and see?”
“Haoran, let me be clear first—if it’s too expensive, Auntie won’t accept it.”
Hearing her words, Yang Haoran felt even more fondness for the beautiful mature woman before him. He smiled mysteriously and offered no explanation.
He Muchen grew even more curious. Looking at the small black box, she guessed it might be a ring or something similar. But when she opened it, a delicate butterfly clavicle necklace gleaming with a golden hue met her eyes. An overwhelming surge of joy rushed through her entire being. He Muchen covered her mouth in astonishment, looking at the beaming Yang Haoran with slight disbelief.
He Muchen had always wanted a gold necklace. This desire stemmed from a colleague showing off a gold necklace her husband had gifted her. If no one had one, it would’ve been fine. But when a colleague she saw every day suddenly appeared one day wearing a beautiful gold necklace, the innate vanity of women found fertile ground to take root.
Although she didn’t want to compete with her colleague, female vanity had existed since ancient times.
She had considered buying one for herself, but the price of a gold necklace was beyond what a single mother burdened with her child’s tuition fees could afford. Nor did she want to succumb to vanity just to buy one.
But when she saw that the young man’s gift was a gold necklace, He Muchen’s heart was swept by a storm of emotions—touched, excited, guilty—all intertwining and leaving her unable to calm down for a long time. An unexpected surprise, a gift that perfectly matched her desires, it was like a sharp blade piercing through her heart and body.
“Hao… ran… this gift is too precious. Auntie can’t accept it.”
He Muchen’s voice trembled slightly. She cast one last reluctant glance at the gold necklace in the box before turning to Yang Haoran and shaking her head gently. Despite her immense longing, she truly couldn’t bring herself to accept such an expensive gift. Its significance was extraordinary to her.
If it were before, when they had agreed to their mutual romantic relationship, she could still deceive and hide the truth. But if she accepted this gold necklace, she could no longer lie to herself—it would be tantamount to solidifying their relationship.