After getting ready, Yang Haoran called a DiDi and headed towards Aunt Shen’s house. He planned to have dinner there and settle the matter, and wasn’t going back tonight. He sent a message to his mother to let her know.
When he arrived at Aunt Shen’s house, Yang Haoran knocked on the door, and it wasn’t long before Tang Wenqian opened it for him.
“Sister Wenqian, how have you been lately?”
Yang Haoran pretended to have a lecherous look on his face as he eyed her up and down unabashedly.
Tang Wenqian’s face flushed red, her beautiful eyes almost too shy to meet his gaze. His brazen, vulgar eyes roamed over her exquisite figure. She was wearing a trendy black-and-white maid outfit, much like the sexy maids portrayed in TV dramas. The puffy top, encircled with black and white, had a low-cut heart-shaped opening at the bust that revealed a deep, snowy white cleavageโlike a sudden glimpse of spring, hinting at but not fully revealing its entirety, adding a veiled,ๆฆ่ง (mรฉng lรณng – hazy/suggestive) temptation that only sought to conceal yet accentuated.
Her slim, sexy waist was covered with a black lace cut-out, vaguely revealing her snow-white, flat lower abdomen and her navel. As his gaze traveled downward, the black tent-like short skirt, reminiscent of a princess dress, concealed the private area between her legs. Beneath the skirt, a pair of long, slender jade-like legs were sheathed in delicate, knee-high white stockings, giving off a charmingly sexy and graceful,ไบญไบญ็็ซ (tรญng tรญng yรน lรฌ – poised and elegant) feeling.
Her lovely face and enchanting figure, combined with this tasteful yet provocative and dignified attire, were a delight to behold.
As Yang Haoran admired the radiant and alluring Tang Wenqian, he was practically drooling. His็ฅ็ (wฤi suว – perverted/lewd) gaze made Tang Wenqian extremely uncomfortable, filling her with intense disgust. Suppressing the revulsion in her heart, she put on a perfectly appropriate smile, and her toneๅ่ (fวn’รฉr – instead) came off as่ฎจๅฅฝ (tวo hวo – fawning/obsequious) andไฝ่ดฑ (dฤซ jiร n – lowly/debased): “Please come in, Master!”
After entering, Tang Wenqian knelt down to serve Yang Haoran as he changed his shoes. Even though she detested him inwardly, she knew well that he was Shen Qingjie’s master. Yang Haoran’s first impression on Tang Wenqian had been terrible, like a demon, making her both disgusted and fearful, hence her obsequiousness.
In contrast, Zhou Shiwen, who was equally handsome, gave her the feeling of a boy next doorโshy and timid in front of her. She didn’t exactly like him, but she felt quite favorable towards him.
One had tried to use his finger to break a girl’s precious virginity upon first meeting; the other had eagerly helped carry a suitcase on their first encounter. Comparing the two, her preference and dislike were clear. Seeing Tang Wenqian kneeling to serve him change shoes, Yang Haoran felt quite satisfied, completely unaware that the joke he had made initially had left an extremelyๆถๅฃ (รจ liรจ – vile/terrible) impression on Tang Wenqian.
After changing shoes, Tang Wenqian led Yang Haoran to the study on the first floor. They exchanged a few words as they walked.
“Sister Wenqian, do you usually wear this outfit?”
“Master, Sister Shen knew you were coming today and specifically instructed me to wear this.” Yang Haoran was speechless. Aunt Shen certainly understood him. Tang Wenqian’s attire was sexy without being overly revealing, obviously taking into account that Shiwen was home.
“In the future, when I’m not here, Sister Wenqian, you should dress more conservatively, understand?” Yang Haoran said. “Although Shiwen is my childhood friend and we have a great relationship, you and Aunt Shen are different. Aunt Shen is a special case. Usually, you need to pay attention to this aspect.”
“Yes, Master, Wenqian understands.”
Tang Wenqian understood Yang Haoran’s meaningโa man’s possessiveness. No wonder Sister Shen had told her to be mindful of this.
“Sister Wenqian, you seem very afraid of me?” Yang Haoran detected a sense of distance from her words and laughed. “That time, I was just joking. I’m sorry. Once you get to know me better, you’ll realize I’m just a smooth talker.”
Hearing Yang Haoran apologize to her, Tang Wenqian was somewhat surprised and became a bit more talkative: “I didn’t expect you to apologize. Clearly, you didn’t have to consider my feelings.”
“Sister Wenqian, in my eyes, you’re like the big sister next door. I’ve always thought of you as a sister.”
Yang Haoran spoke glibly: “I’ve always wanted a pretty older sister since I was little. Sister Wenqian, if you don’t mind, you can think of me as your own younger brother.” This time, Tang Wenqian pressed her lips together and said nothing. She wasn’t a fool. Coming from Yang Haoran’s mouth, these words seemed to her like a big bad wolf trying to deceive a little white rabbit. If it were Zhou Shiwen, she might have believed it somewhat. But after all, there was a distinction between superior and subordinate. Tang Wenqian didn’t know how to respond; agreeing wouldn’t change her situation, and refusing might risk angering him.
Seeing Tang Wenqian remain silent, Yang Haoran sighed to himself: “ๅฟๆฌไฝณไบบ๏ผๅฅไฝ่งๆไธบ่ดผ๏ผ(Qฤซng bฤn jiฤrรฉn, nร i hรฉ shรฌ wว wรฉi zรฉi! – You are a beauty, yet why do you see me as a thief?)”
Just then, they arrived at Aunt Shen’s study. Tang Wenqian waited outside the door as Yang Haoran pushed it open and entered. The room was surrounded by bookshelves.
Through an้็ฉบ (lรฒu kลng – openwork) screen, Yang Haoran saw Aunt Shen sitting gracefully in her computer chair, reading a book. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall down to her waist. Her slender and graceful figure was clad in a well-tailored purple qipao. In the study, she resembled a classical beauty; her attire was like that of a wealthy lady from the Republican era, exuding an aura of elegance, dignity, nobility, and serene grace.
Just by her enchanting silhouette and graceful outline, she evoked infinite fantasy. The phrase “็พไบบๅฆ็” (mฤi rรฉn rรบ yรน – beauty like jade) seemed to have come to life.
Yang Haoran, afraid of disturbing this exquisite scene, walked with light steps. The closer he got, the more the woman’s back view seemed as่ฝป็ (qฤซng yรญng – light/graceful) as a willow branch, as if it could sway with the wind, full of endless charm and allure.
“Aunt Shen, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
Yang Haoran placed his hands on Aunt Shen’s elegant swan-like neck, massaging it to relieve the fatigue from reading.
“Xiao Ranran, since when have you become so polite?” Shen Qingwei turned around to look at him. Her amber-like, charming, and alluring autumn-water eyes were amorous and seductive. Her exquisite and pretty jade nose and her cherry lips, red, full, and plump, gleamed with a faint luster under the light, incredibly tempting.
The beauty who turned around seemed to give a concrete form to the space of fantasy. Her stunning face, as fair as the autumn moon, was like a blooming datura flowerโpure and elegant, radiating a captivating charm.
Yang Haoran looked at the enchanting and alluring Aunt Shen, who was smiling at him with a้ฃๆ ไธ็ง (fฤng qรญng wร n zhวng – exceedingly charming and seductive) gaze that seemed to draw him in. He couldn’t help but feel a stir in his heart. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered: “Aunt Shen, I won’t go easy on you later. It’s time for Shiwen to see your other side.”
Shen Qing’s expression was bewitching, herๅจๆปดๆปด (jiฤo dฤซ dฤซ – delicate and affectedly sweet) tone stirring desire: “As you command, Master. This servant has been waiting for a long time!”