Chapter 74

The mother had a cold face the whole way, a far cry from the warm and loving scene between mother and son that had unfolded when they left home.

I tried to strike up a conversation, but was met with my mother’s indifference, so I wisely kept quiet.

Upon arriving at the airport and parking the car, Mom glanced at her wrist again to check the time.

Looking at the slightly old watch on my mother’s fair wrist, a watch that seemed completely out of place with her style, I smiled and asked, “Mom,

“Do you still have the watch I gave you?”

Mom frowned and snapped, “Can’t you be quiet? Why do you talk to me like this?”

I deliberately muttered under my breath, “Why is she throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? She’s so unpredictable.” My mother took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving, and glared at me fiercely.

I gave my mother an innocent, bewildered look.

Why do I so enjoy seeing my mom looking jealous?

Seeing my state, my mother ignored me, snorted, opened the car door, and started changing into her high heels.

How could I possibly miss such an opportunity?

Ever since that night in the office when I kissed my mother’s forehead, my determination to win her heart has grown stronger.

I dashed over to the car, bent down, and started helping my mother change her high heels by holding her ankle.

Her mother struggled with her feet and said coldly, “I don’t need you.”

I remained silent, holding my mother’s ankle tightly, taking off her flat shoes and floral white socks, then putting on her high heels. My mother swayed her long legs a few times, but seeing she couldn’t break free, she pursed her red lips, staring intently ahead of the car, refusing to look at me. Holding my mother’s bare, soft feet in my hands, my fingertips unconsciously caressing them lightly, the indescribably smooth and delicate feel of her skin stirred a slight flutter in my heart.

After helping my mother put on her high heels, I held out one hand, signaling her to help me out of the car.

My mother slapped my hand away and refused any help from me.

I rubbed my hand, which was red from my mother’s beating, and whispered to myself: “Just be arrogant, I love your arrogant look.”

I didn’t take my mother’s attitude to heart, and followed behind her with the flowers to the arrival hall.

The hall was bustling with people. The mother, tall and slender with striking beauty, attracted countless eyes even though sunglasses obscured most of her face. Many cast various glances: envy, admiration, desire, filth…

I frowned deeply, wishing I could gouge the eyes out of those men.

As the crowd surged forward, many people headed outside.

I rushed forward, craning my neck to look around. Even my mother had taken off her sunglasses, her phoenix eyes darting around as her gaze swept back and forth through the crowd.

Before long, a tall, slender figure stood out from the crowd and walked gracefully toward them.

The woman wore black sunglasses like a mother, had a lollipop in her mouth, and her fair and delicate chin was slightly raised. Her tall figure was incredibly eye-catching and dazzling in the noisy crowd.

That figure, naturally exuding a touch of arrogance, was none other than my aunt, Chi Qingqiu, the second daughter of the Chiyue Group. Seeing my aunt, I was overjoyed and waved my arms vigorously, shouting, “Auntie, Auntie, over here!”

Look here!

The mother crossed her arms over her chest, her face calm, but her eyes and brows revealed undisguised joy and excitement.

When my aunt heard my voice, she looked around for a few seconds, and when she saw me, she immediately ran towards me in her high heels. I held the flowers in my hand, opened my arms, and strode to meet her.

As a fragrant breeze wafted towards me, that tall figure rushed straight into my arms.

With a “bang,” I hugged my aunt tightly in my arms.

“My dear Yuanbao~ I miss you so much~”

My aunt’s voice carried a natural charm. She raised her pretty face, her alluring fox-like eyes gazing softly at me, her delicate hands cupping…

My cheeks were pouting, and she, with a lollipop in her mouth, came up to kiss me.

I was startled and quickly moved away. My mother was still nearby; how could I dare to be so disrespectful?

The aunt paused slightly, her expression suddenly turning cold. Her eyes flashed, and she asked in a chilling voice, “What do you mean?”

I held my aunt’s supple waist, drenched in cold sweat.

Afraid that my mother would find out something, I said with a wry smile, “Auntie, I’m so grown up now, can we not kiss anymore?”

My aunt frowned, her tone leaving no room for argument: “Not good!”

She noticed my hesitation and immediately said, “You were raised by your aunt, what’s wrong with kissing?”

As soon as she finished speaking, my aunt pressed down hard on the back of my head, leaving me no room to refuse, and then stood on tiptoe to kiss me again.

I stole a glance at my mother; she looked at us quietly with a calm expression.

Damn it, so what if we kissed? Who told you to be my aunt?

I closed my eyes tightly, making a gesture of “giving my life in a heroic manner”.

A warm, soft sensation came from her lips. Fortunately, her aunt didn’t go too far; she touched them briefly and then pulled away without making any exaggerated movements like sticking out her tongue.

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I opened my eyes, and my aunt looked at me with a charming smile, a hint of mischief on her face: “Isn’t Auntie’s mouth sweet?”

With my mother beside me, all I could do was force a smile and say, “Sweet, sweet, sweet…”

My aunt was a little unhappy with my reaction. She pouted and said, “Look at you.”

She pinched the soft flesh of my waist hard with her delicate hand and commanded me, “Open your mouth.”

“what?

I was a little confused, but I still obediently opened my mouth.

My aunt took a lollipop out of her mouth and put it in mine, chuckling, “Is it sweet now?”

With my aunt’s saliva still in my mouth, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Will Mom overthink things if she sees this?

I stole another glance at my mother, whose face remained calm, and forced a smile: “It’s very sweet.”

“That’s more like it…”

My aunt nodded in satisfaction. She stepped back slightly, looked me up and down, and opened her arms to me.

I hugged her, puzzled. “Didn’t we already hug?”

My aunt tapped my head and said with a slight reproach, “Why are you so dense?”

I scratched my head, puzzled: “What’s wrong now?”

My aunt scolded playfully, “Haven’t you ever seen how in idol dramas, when the male and female leads meet, the guy picks up the girl and spins her around several times? Ae…”

“Auntie, you’re thirty years old this year, you shouldn’t be watching those brainless idol dramas anymore…”

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Upon hearing this, my aunt’s eyebrows shot up, and she immediately grabbed my ear and twisted it hard, saying fiercely, “What do you mean? You dislike me?”

Is your aunt getting old?

I quickly begged for forgiveness: “No, no… Auntie, I was wrong.”

“Then hurry up and carry your aunt around for a bit.”

“Auntie, let’s just forget about it…”

My aunt and mother, two rarely seen beauties, were already eye-catching enough standing here; I didn’t want to attract any more attention.

Many eyes were drawn to it.

“No! We have to do one lap!”

My aunt doesn’t care about any of that. She has an outgoing and open personality and doesn’t care about other people’s opinions at all.

Knowing my aunt’s temper and understanding her relentless nature, I could only helplessly hug her slender waist and carry her around the crowded arrival hall.

My aunt’s black skirt, reaching to her calves, fluttered in the breeze. Her radiant smile and clear, cheerful laughter caused quite a stir. Many people turned to look, and quite a few even raised their phones in the direction of the scene.

After my aunt landed steadily, her alluring, fox-like eyes glanced at the bouquet in my hand, and she asked softly, “Is this for me?” “Otherwise, what?”

I held up a bouquet of bright red tulips and pure white baby’s breath to my aunt: “Welcome back home, my dearest aunt!” “Thank you, Yuanbao~”

My aunt, who is about the same height as my mother, easily hooked her arm around my neck. She lifted her pretty face and gave me another big kiss on the cheek.

With a “pop” sound, a bright red lip print was left behind.

My aunt took the bouquet and smiled at me, saying, “Auntie is very happy!”