More than ten minutes later.
Squeak— With the sound of slightly urgent brakes, Yang Haoran looked up to see a luxurious shopping mall standing before him.
The square in front of the mall was bustling with people. There were many mobile stalls selling snacks and some large amusement facilities for children to play on. The surroundings were filled with the sounds of people laughing and playing.
After parking the car, the two got out and walked toward the mall.
Not far into their walk, Yang Haoran noticed that within the bustling crowd, everyone around his mother—men and women, young and old—was casting stunned, admiring glances her way. The looks from the women were one thing, but as a man himself, Yang Haoran knew exactly what the men’s gazes meant. He instantly felt uncomfortable.
It was only then that Yang Haoran truly noticed just how captivating his mother’s attire was today.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her beautiful figure was enchanting. She stood tall and graceful.
His mother’s exquisitely beautiful face was adorned with light makeup, her expression cool and detached, as if she were completely oblivious to the surrounding attention—or perhaps, she was simply accustomed to it.
She wore a tight purple dress that clung to her voluptuous figure, outlining the dramatic, undulating S-curves of her body. From a distance, she looked like a human-shaped gourd, with full, heavy breasts and round, ample buttocks—ripe, seductive, and irresistibly alluring!
Her slender waist was so fine it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand, delicate as a willow swaying in the wind, soft and boneless. Her plump, fleshy buttocks were round and pert, straining against the tight dress and imprinting a shape reminiscent of a succulent peach.
Below the pert, rounded curves of her buttocks, the tight skirt hem fell to mid-thigh. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in flesh-toned, transparent silk stockings. A subtle, delicate sheen shimmered on them, accentuating the flawless perfection of her legs.
His mother’s sexy, beautiful figure was exquisitely curvaceous. Her two long, stocking-clad legs stepped alternately in black high heels, creating a mesmerizing ripple of flesh-toned silk with each movement.
Her lush, peach-like bottom was full and round, standing high behind her like water-filled balloons.
A slim waist, plump buttocks, beautiful legs, enormous breasts, coupled with an utterly stunning face—she was truly the cream of the crop.
Fortunately, his mother had long held a high-ranking position and carried a natural aura of authority. The average man wouldn’t even dare to meet her eyes, let alone try to hit on her.
So, they made their way into the mall without any incident.
Liu Ruoxi led Yang Haoran familiarly straight toward the elevators; it seemed this was far from her first time here.
The two arrived at a Western restaurant on the fifth floor.
Liu Ruoxi led her son to a window seat, adjusted her skirt, and slowly sat down.
Yang Haoran sat down next to his mother instead of taking the seat across from her.
Before long, a waitress brought the menu. Upon seeing his mother’s beauty, she flashed a look of surprise, but her good professionalism kept her smiling as she quietly waited for them to order.
His mother opened the menu, scanned it briefly, and ordered two steaks, one salmon sashimi, one pan-seared foie gras, one cold roasted pork loin, and finally, a fruit platter and two glasses of fruit juice.
The Western restaurant had an elegant atmosphere. Everyone ate quietly, and any occasional conversation was deliberately hushed. The loudest sound in the entire restaurant was the crisp scraping of knives and forks against ceramic plates.
The food arrived shortly after. Yang Haoran’s steak was pre-sliced into pieces on the plate. He picked up his fork, tried a piece of the steak—it tasted good—then moved on to the foie gras, the cold roasted pork loin, and so on. He ate freely and heartily, occasionally washing it down with juice.
In contrast to Yang Haoran’s voracious eating, Liu Ruoxi sat with poise and elegance. She held her knife and fork with her slender, jade-like hands, speared the steak, and cut it unhurriedly with the knife, appearing extremely graceful.
After cutting a piece, she speared it with her fork, brought it to her mouth. Her originally fair, tender cheeks, stimulated by the steak juices, became flushed with a rosy hue, looking exceptionally lovely.
Her eating was a pleasure to watch. She chewed slowly and meticulously, a small piece of steak chewed dozens of times before finally sliding down her snow-white swan neck. She would then pick up her juice, take a small sip, and repeat the process of cutting the steak…
Just as she had cut a small piece of steak, Yang Haoran leaned over. Shamelessly, he whispered, “Mom, feed me.” With that, he opened his mouth wide, like a fledgling bird waiting to be fed by its parents.
Liu Ruoxi shot her son an exasperated glance but then reluctantly complied, placing the small piece of steak into his mouth.
Yang Haoran chewed happily with big mouthfuls, a wide smile on his face. His son’s radiant smile made Liu Ruoxi pause for a moment, then a look of deep affection gradually appeared in her eyes. Her soft heart as a mother was touched, and a rare, gentle expression surfaced on her face.
…
By the time the two returned home, it was already 1 PM. Having this incident happen right after school started, his mother told him to go home and reflect on his actions.
No way around it; no classes in the afternoon. He was idle at home alone again.
As for Liu Ruoxi, after seeing her son home, she drove off.
Yang Haoran stood by the window in his room, watching the car’s shadow gradually disappear into the distance, feeling a bit puzzled. His mother’s attire and appearance today didn’t seem like she was heading to the company.
You must know, his mother usually cared deeply about her demeanor and conduct at the company, as it related to her authority there. She always wore formal attire when going to the office.
Could it be that Mother is having an affair?
The thought suddenly popped into Yang Haoran’s head, but he immediately shook his head, dismissing the idea.
Impossible, impossible. Mother isn’t that kind of person. Although Mother and Father have had a strained relationship for a long time, based on his understanding of her, his mother didn’t seem like the type to be an unfaithful, promiscuous woman.
As the words “promiscuous woman” flashed through his mind—Boom!—it was like a thunderclap exploded in Yang Haoran’s head, leaving a ringing noise.
He suddenly remembered his mother’s unusual behavior a few days ago—jerking him off, wearing that lightweight, exposing lingerie. At that time, the image of his mother, who had always been like an immortal fairy in his mind, was completely overturned. The mother at that time was just like…
Just like…
“A slut!”
Once this thought occurred to him, Yang Haoran gazed into the distance, muttering to himself.
Even though the idea seemed somewhat absurd, it still left Yang Haoran feeling perturbed and restless.
Often, the more you care about someone, the more you tend to overanalyze their every move, letting your imagination run wild. At this moment, Yang Haoran was somewhat spellbound by these thoughts.
…
In the steel jungle of the city, a black BMW traveled along the road. Outside the car window, skyscrapers, crowds, and vehicles flashed by like phantoms in reverse. In the driver’s seat sat a stunningly beautiful, exceptional beauty with an outstanding presence.
“Has the matter been resolved?”
“It’s resolved. It’s nothing. He got into another fight at school. I told him to go home and reflect on his behavior.”
“Was he hurt?”
“No. He was the one beating up others.”
Hearing this, silvery laughter, tinged with a hint of seductiveness, came from the other end of the phone.
“Where are you now?”
“On the road. I’ll come over to your place later to transfer the photos to my phone.”
“No rush. Take a few more. I feel the level of explicitness isn’t sufficient yet; it might not meet the requirements,” a lazy, seductive voice replied from the other end.
Hearing this, Liu Ruoxi frowned slightly and responded, “It should be enough, right?”
“It’s definitely enough on my end, but it’s definitely not enough on yours, Ruoxi. You’re too conservative.”
Hearing this, Liu Ruoxi couldn’t help but recall the shamelessly wanton scenes she had photographed of the other party that morning. She blushed. After so many years of knowing each other, this was the first time she had seen that side of the other person.
It was truly too embarrassing.
Not hearing a response from her end, the other party seemed to anticipate her reaction and continued to coax her: “Anyway, completing the mission is inevitable. You should know that even more explicit content will be required later. Don’t forget about the subsequent tasks.”
Then, pressing the advantage, the other party added: “I bought some toys. We’ll take some more photos later with the toys. It’s decided then. Ruoxi, I’m hanging up now.”
With that, not allowing any refusal from her end, a beep sounded as the call was disconnected.