Chapter 90

“Uh…” Ye Fan was stunned. The Commander-in-Chief of the Linhai City Military Region?

A general, no less. This is terrifying. He never imagined that the women around his aunt would be more formidable than the last. But thinking of Tang Yan’s graceful figure, how could she possibly have a military father?

Could it be that her mother cuckolded her father?

If Tang Yan’s father ever found out Ye Fan had such thoughts, he’d probably shoot him on the spot with a pistol!

“Alright, these are adult matters. You don’t need to worry too much about them. Go take a shower first…”

“Mm…” Ye Fan nodded and turned to head upstairs. Sikong Yanran also closed the villa’s main door and went up with him.

While Ye Fan was at the villa, in a nightclub somewhere in Linhai City, Liu Jun, the third son of the Southern Dragon Gang’s leader, stared coldly at Lin Qiang, who stood trembling before him. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he slapped him across the face.

“You useless piece of trash! You can’t even handle such a simple task. What use are you to me?”

As Liu Jun cursed, he kicked Lin Qiang in the stomach, sending him sprawling. It was just a small-time college student, wasn’t it? Just someone with a bit of skill?

And he dared to threaten him?

If word got out in the underworld that he’d been bested by a college kid, he’d be a laughingstock.

And what about Qin Biao? With his skills, how could he have been taken down by that brat?

Could it be that he deliberately didn’t want to help him?

Or was that kid really that formidable?

But whether he was truly that tough or not, daring to threaten him like this meant he had to be taught a lesson he’d never forget. Otherwise, he’d never be able to hold his head high in the underworld again.

Kicked to the ground by Liu Jun, Lin Qiang didn’t dare breathe too loudly. Even though it wasn’t his fault, he knew Third Young Master was furious right now. If he tried to defend himself, it would only make Liu Jun angrier, and his situation would only get worse. For the sake of his own life, he had to swallow this grievance.

“Qiangzi, if you can’t beat him one-on-one, then bring the brothers. I don’t care what methods you use, I want you to bring me one of his hands. If you can’t deliver, then don’t bother coming back to see me…” Liu Jun paced around the room for a moment before making his final decision. He was Liu Tiannan’s son, not someone easily intimidated. Even if Ye Fan was strong in a fight, the Southern Dragon Gang had over a thousand brothers—surely they could handle one brat?

Lin Qiang froze for a moment, then, seeing the fury in Liu Jun’s eyes, nodded firmly. “Yes, Brother Jun…”

“Get out of here!”

Liu Jun waved his hand impatiently. Lin Qiang didn’t dare linger and scrambled out. Once Lin Qiang and the others had left, a heavily made-up but still somewhat attractive madam entered, bowed to Liu Jun, and said, “Young Master Liu, shall I make the arrangements now?”

Liu Jun pulled the madam close by her slender waist, his hand naturally climbing to her ample bosom, and said as he walked toward the sofa, “Let them all come in.”

The madam smiled charmingly, snapped her fingers toward the door, and a group of tall, striking women filed in. Each was dressed extremely revealingly, with large swaths of skin exposed. If Ye Fan were here, he’d be utterly captivated. But Liu Jun, clearly long accustomed to such scenes, simply said flatly, “Begin…” Immediately, the private room filled with lewd music, and the women started dancing. As they danced, their already scant clothing began to fall away, turning the entire room into a scene of debauchery. Meanwhile, the voluptuous madam was already pressed down by Liu Jun, her crimson lips wrapped around one of his sensitive spots.

Ye Fan, of course, had no idea that Liu Jun had no intention of letting him off. After his shower, he stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of loose shorts and saw that his aunt’s door was already closed. A wave of confusion washed over him—it was still so early, had his aunt already gone to sleep?

He walked over to her room and gently knocked on the door.

“Auntie, are you asleep?”

“Not yet, come in…” Sikong Yanran’s gentle voice came from inside. Ye Fan turned the handle with one hand and opened the door, only to find that Sikong Yanran had also finished her shower. She was lying on the bed in a light purple silk nightgown, and Ye Fan’s eyes immediately lit up.

At that moment, Sikong Yanran was lying face down on the bed with her back to Ye Fan, propped up on her hands, her upper body slightly raised. This posture made her already full, pert buttocks even more alluring. Her nightgown wasn’t long, just barely covering her rear, leaving her fair, tender thighs fully exposed. Ye Fan could even glimpse the light blue underwear beneath the skirt, which, judging by the material, seemed to be lace. Seeing his aunt in such a seductive pose, a surge of wicked fire rose in Ye Fan’s lower abdomen. His aunt’s figure was simply too perfect—curves in all the right places, slender where it should be slender, full where it should be full. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a devilishly good body.

“Done with your shower?” Seeing Ye Fan enter, Sikong Yanran glanced back at him before returning her gaze to whatever was in front of her.

“Mm…” Ye Fan nodded, struggling to suppress the wicked fire within him as he approached his aunt. He wanted to see what she was so engrossed in.

Looking over, he saw a tablet computer placed in front of Sikong Yanran, her slender fingers constantly swiping the screen. It looked like she was reading the news. She hadn’t noticed that the neckline of her nightgown had slipped down. From his vantage point above, Ye Fan could clearly see two pale, tender half-spheres. At the sight of that expanse of fair skin, the wicked fire inside him burned even hotter, and his mind involuntarily flashed back to the time his aunt had given him oral pleasure.

“Gulp…” He couldn’t help but swallow hard.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Seeming to hear the sound of him swallowing, Sikong Yanran glanced back at Ye Fan and asked casually.

“It’s still so early, how can I sleep? Auntie, you must be exhausted from work these past few days. How about I give you a massage to help you relax?”

Looking at Sikong Yanran’s enchanting figure, Ye Fan felt he had to do something. But there were things he couldn’t do, so he had to find a somewhat reasonable excuse!