The next morning, the sky gradually transitioned from a hazy blue-gray hue to a delicate azure, as if a fresh layer of color had just been brushed onto nature’s palette.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, casting dappled shadows that draped the earth in a golden veil.
In the distance, the sprawling steel city emerged under the morning light, its contours becoming increasingly distinct and layered, like a slumbering giant slowly awakening.
“Attention passengers traveling to Sanye, your flight CA3213 is scheduled to depart at [exact time]. Please proceed to the boarding gate⦔
At the airport, the broadcast announced flight information.
At the boarding gate, passengers formed a long line and, under the guidance of staff, filed steadily into the aircraft.
Yang Haoran and his mother watched as his father and Yaoyao entered the cabin.
Shortly after, the deafening roar of the planeβs engines filled the air, accompanied by the rush of turbulentζ°ζ΅. The aircraft, like a giant bird, gradually receded into the horizon. Mother and son watched until it disappeared from sight.
Seeing her husband and daughter safely airborne, Liu Ruoxi set aside her worries. She turned to Yang Haoran beside her and said, “Let’s go home.”
Hearing his mother’s words, Yang Haoran’s suppressed excitement instantly surfaced. Meanwhile, his mother, Liu Ruoxi, her stunning cheeks flushed with a faint blush in the morning light.
In the car, Liu Ruoxi was driving while Yang Haoran, emboldened, sat in the passenger seat, his eyes stealing frequent glances at his mother, who drove with composed indifference.
Within the confined space, the atmosphere grew subtly intimate.
“Mom, this doesn’t seem like the way home?”
Gradually, Yang Haoran noticed something amiss and pointed it out.
They had just passed a traffic light. The direction to Jingjiang Residential Area should have been straight, but Liu Ruoxi had turned into the left lane.
“Let’s get something to eat first,” Liu Ruoxi explained curtly, then ignored her son and drove on her own to Wansheng Plaza.
After parking in the underground garage, mother and son got out of the car and walked toward the mall.
During the National Day holiday, the area was bustling with crowds. As the pair made their way to the mall, they attracted numerous glances from passersby.
It was largely due to Liu Ruoxi’s exquisitely beautiful, painting-like face. Herζ°θ΄¨ was cool and detached, her demeanor calm and composed. She remained indifferent to the stares of strangers, steady as a mountain, seemingly able to maintain her unique charm regardless of circumstance.
She wore an elegant white dress that clung to her graceful, voluptuous figure. Her stunning body curved into aζ§ζ S-shape, emphasized by her slender waist.
Beneath her straight back, her full, firm breasts stood high and prominent like two towering peaks, straining against the fabric of her dress and creating eye-catching highlights. Their round, jade-like perfection invited imagination about what magnificently shaped, enormous breasts lay concealed beneath the clothing.
Her slender waist was so fine it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand, delicate and supple as a willow swaying in the wind. Her ample, rounded buttocks were firm and pert, their peach-like shape clearly outlined by the tight white dress.
Below her pert, honeyed rear, the tight skirt hem ended mid-thigh. Her long, plump legs were sheathed in flesh-toned transparent silk stockings. A subtle, delicate sheen accentuated the flawless beauty of her legs.
With her enormous breasts, slender waist, full buttocks, beautiful legs, and her utterly stunning face, she was truly the cream of the crop.
Yet her gait and demeanor were those of an unattainable flower on a high peak. Though she walked through the bustling, prosperous plaza, she seemed to exist in a separate world. Once she passed by, that peerless, independent beauty could no longer be touched.
Liu Ruoxi, aloof and brimming with charm, with her breathtaking beauty, uniqueζ°θ΄¨, hot and sexy figure, and powerful aura, drew countless gazes from passersby as she walked. Many looks were dripping with lust, greedy stares, or so fixated that people accidentally bumped into others. In contrast, Yang Haoran following behind Liu Ruoxi became practically invisible.
Once inside the mall, Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief. Walking alongside such a beautiful mother was immensely stressful, as if all eyes were glued to him.
Yet Yang Haoran knew well that those people were only looking at his mother. He… was irrelevant.
“Mom, you’re really unflappable,” Yang Haoran couldn’t help but tease as he followed his mother toward the mall elevator. “Standing next to you, I feel like I’ve committed a crime.”
Liu Ruoxi shot her son aθ«εε Άε¦ sidelong glance and said flatly, “To your father, you are indeed no criminal.”
Her voice carried a faint chill, like a cold wind from a mountain peak. Yet this coolness wasn’t biting; instead, it gave Yang Haoran a strange sense of familiarity and comfort. He chuckled and said, “Dad lacks the fortune to enjoy this. As his son, it’s only right that I step up without hesitation.”
Liu Ruoxi was no stranger to this line of reasoning from her son. However, unlike the first time she heard it, she didn’t react with anger nowβperhaps she had grown accustomed to his shamelessness. She commented, “Hmm, your theory is quite good, very persuasive. Mother has no objections. Later, I’ll call and seek your father’s opinion. If he doesn’t object, then we can proceed as you wish.”
Hearing the sarcasm in his mother’s words, even though he knew she would never actually tell his father, Yang Haoran was still startled. If his father heard such treasonous words, it would likely lead to a scene of “fatherly kindness and filial piety” of the physical kind.
He muttered, “Dad’s on the plane right now. You can’t call him.”
Liu Ruoxi’s willow-like eyebrows furrowed slightly. Compared to before, her son had grown bolder in front of her. Upon reflection, it was because they had already had physical relations, diminishing her maternal authority in his eyes.
Liu Ruoxi asked him, “Since you advocate this theory so strongly, have you looked into historical records on this matter?”
Yang Haoran smiled awkwardly. “Mom, how would I know that?”
Liu Ruoxi was speechless for a moment. After a long pause, she said, “During the Western Han Dynasty, in the ‘Book of Han,’ there were records of customs among the ancient Xiongnu people that defiedδΌ¦η norms. Specifically, the custom of a son marrying his father’s concubines upon the father’s death, or a man marrying his elder brother’s widow upon his death.”
Yang Haoran’s eyes lit up, and heθΏ«δΈεεΎ said, “It happened in history too? Then my theory isn’t so treasonous after all.”
Liu Ruoxi had brought this up with deeper meaning. Looking at her blindly confident son, she struck back, “You know it’s treasonous? I think your face is thick enough to build a wall. Besides, are you cursing your father to die?”
Hearing his mother’s sarcasm, Yang Haoran gave an embarrassed smile. Liu Ruoxi then continued, “The so-called ‘marrying the mother upon the father’s death’ does not refer to the son who inherits the family estate marrying his birth mother, but rather to marrying his father’s concubines. Read more books. Next time you want to talk theory, at least you won’t be unable to back it up.”
Having taken her son’s arrogance down a peg, Liu Ruoxi said no more. When they reached the familiar Western restaurant on the fifth floor, Liu Ruoxi chose a window seat and sat facing her son. After ordering several dishes with the waiter, she handed the menu to her son and asked, “Is there anything you’d like to eat?”
Yang Haoran took the menu and glanced at it. He had eaten breakfast in the morning, and it was only around ten o’clock, so he wasn’t very hungry. He casually picked two items toζ·θ‘ his mother.
He knew his mother was stalling for time, reluctant to engage in the SM games with him. But now that things had reached this point, he wasn’t anxious. Watching his mother, who was clearly flustered internally yet struggling to maintain a calm and composed exterior, held a unique amusement for him.