Ji Youxi’s cheeks flushed slightly pink as she shot a glare at her boyfriend, who was grinning lewdly, and said in a tone of feigned annoyance, “Alright, alright, alright… they’re all yours… You don’t need to tell me how to use them.”
Seeing the usually unflappable Ji Youxi’s pretty face tinged with a blush, Yang Haoran grew even more pleased with himself. “You’d better not beg for mercy when the time comes… and even if you do, it won’t do you any good.”
“Hah… As if I’m scared of you!”
Ji Youxi slightly raised her delicate jawline, looking down on her boyfriend with an undisguised expression of contempt in her eyes.
That look of dismissive challenge, as if saying “just try it,” made Yang Haoran grit his teeth in frustration. Just you wait, sooner or later I’ll pin you beneath me and fuck you hard. After I’m done with your little pussy, I’ll pry open your asshole and leave you unable to get out of bed.
After mentally venting and indulging in his revenge fantasy, Yang Haoran finally felt somewhat satisfied.
Then the two chatted for a while longer. As it approached noon, Ji Youxi told her mother, Hao Lei, to go make lunch, but instructed her not to wear any clothes, allowing her only to tie on a small blue apron.
While Hao Lei bustled about in the kitchen like a housekeeper, Yang Haoran followed Ji Youxi on a tour of her bedroom.
Her room was neatly arranged. Beige curtains swayed in the breeze, and a pot of flowers sat beside the desk, giving off a fresh, vibrant atmosphere.
A photo frame hung on the wall, containing a family portrait of three. Ji Youxi was just a little girl in the picture, wearing a white dress and standing sweetly beside her aunt, Hao Lei, with a bright smile. To the right was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.
Curious, Yang Haoran asked Ji Youxi, “From the photo, your aunt and uncle seemed quite harmonious. How did they end up living separately?”
Ji Youxi shook her head and didn’t elaborate. Thinking there might be some hidden circumstances, Yang Haoran didn’t press further.
However, when Ji Youxi took him to see her study, Yang Haoran found a wedding photo of her aunt and uncle deep inside a drawer. The photo was cracked, clearly having been glued back together.
Unable to restrain his curiosity, Yang Haoran asked about it. Ji Youxi simply replied that she had glued it back together when she was little—her mother had torn it. If he hadn’t dug it out, she would have forgotten the photo even existed.
Yang Haoran nodded. Seeing his girlfriend’ calm expression, he guessed that the reason for the separation likely lay with her uncle.
From the uncle’s demeanor and attire in the photo, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was a successful man in his career.
When men achieve success in their careers, they fall into different types. Some can hold to their principles, while others can’t help but seek pleasure outside even if they have a beautiful wife at home.
Yang Haoran suspected the uncle was the latter. Still, it was surprising that despite living apart, Ji Youxi’s parents hadn’t divorced. Either the uncle couldn’t bear to part with her aunt, or her aunt was unwilling to divorce.
But judging by Auntie Hao Lei’s current condition, she clearly didn’t resemble a neglected, resentful woman. She lived a life of comfort, her skin exquisitely maintained and smooth, her spirit vibrant and lively.
Yang Haoran remembered the first time he met Auntie Hao Lei—she had been kind and amiable, nothing like someone living an unhappy life.
Piecing together the details, Yang Haoran connected them to the torn wedding photo and guessed that the uncle had likely been keeping a mistress, which Auntie Hao Lei discovered. She must have been furious at the time, tearing up the wedding photo. By now, she had probably long moved on.
The reason they hadn’t divorced was likely because the uncle refused to agree to it, and with a daughter between them, they had simply dragged on in separation.
Thinking it over, Yang Haoran actually understood the uncle’s perspective somewhat. If Auntie Hao Lei had been plain or unattractive, it might have been one thing, but the key was that she was an extremely beautiful, excessively curvaceous, and captivating woman. Even if a man had eyes for others, how could he bear to let go of such a prize?
Recalling how Ji Youxi had objected to her mother attending a class reunion, Yang Haoran suddenly understood. Given Auntie Hao Lei’s current condition—her looks, her figure, and her single status—if her first love was still a man, Yang Haoran didn’t believe he wouldn’t be tempted. A buxom mature woman, once a wife, now single, and a first love to boot—it was a perfect storm of desire.
No wonder Ji Youxi was worried about her mother attending the class reunion.
After touring the study, Yang Haoran was handed a book by his girlfriend—it was none other than One Hundred Years of Solitude—with the suggestion that he find time to read it.
Yang Haoran wasn’t sure what Ji Youxi meant by it. Did she want him to read more to cultivate his mind, or to purify his brain full of filthy thoughts?
But whether it was her mother or Ji Youxi herself, they both seemed to want him to improve himself. Naturally, Yang Haoran had no intention of refusing their kindness. For him now, studying was actually quite addictive—the key was being able to understand it