Chapter 10

Third floor, Aunt Ouyang’s room.

“Auntie, are you feeling unwell? Or are you in a bad mood?”

I sat next to Aunt Ouyang and watched her look down at the wine bottle in her hand.

“Yes, I’m feeling unwell and in a bad mood. How can you comfort Auntie, baby?” Aunt Ouyang poured some red wine into the bottom of her glass and swirled it around.

“Then you shouldn’t drink anymore. The more you drink, the sadder you’ll feel.” I reached out to take the glass away, but Aunt Ouyang brought it to my lips.

“You drink… I looked at Aunt Ouyang and her eyes slightly parted, her dark eyes gleaming with a wine-red light.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll drink it.” With a bitter taste sliding down my throat, I downed the little liquid in the glass in one gulp.

Aunt Ouyang poured me several more glasses, and each time I drank, her smile widened. I could only keep drinking. After a few glasses, I had almost a full glass—it tasted awful. I really couldn’t stand the taste of the red wine. Just as I was about to raise my arm to wipe the liquid from the corner of my mouth, a soft, warm sensation accompanied by a fragrant breeze suddenly appeared at the corner of my mouth. I was startled, but then I saw Aunt Ouyang’s fragrant tongue, alluringly curled around my lips, slowly retreating into her rosy lips.

“Auntie…” I murmured softly. I saw Aunt Ouyang get up, lock the bedroom door, and then excitedly run back. Instantly, I found myself in the arms of a soft, fragrant, and delicate woman.

“Baby…” Aunt Ouyang’s voice was no longer as decisive and confident as before; instead, it was more delicate and soft, like a wounded little girl longing for my comfort.

I lay down on the bed and hugged Aunt Ouyang in my arms, gently stroking her smooth and soft back.

“Auntie, is it because of Qin?” Before I could finish speaking, I felt a warm sensation envelop my ear, and a tiny, fleshy pink worm playfully burrowed around, the intense itching sending shivers down my spine, making me tremble uncontrollably. Auntie slowly released an alluring moan, tinged with the intoxicating scent of wine, from her nostrils.

“Auntie”

“Don’t move!” Aunt Ouyang’s gentle rebuke instantly froze my feeble resistance in the air.

“Mmm!” Aunt Ouyang’s soft lips gently traced the curve of my cheek until her jade lips touched mine in a forbidden kiss.

I stared wide-eyed at the tipsy Aunt Ouyang before me, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, fluttering gently in the breeze of desire, her rosy cheeks flushed a soft pink. Then I closed my eyes and began to respond to Aunt Ouyang’s kisses. I let her nimble little tongue transfer the warmth of Aunt Ouyang’s mouth to me, carrying a hint of bitter alcohol, which spread in my mouth into an intoxicating sweetness.

Aunt Ouyang is genuinely in a bad mood. Although it’s a bit inappropriate to think this way, this way of comforting her is truly heartwarming.

That’s what I was thinking. With a muffled groan from Aunt Ouyang, I felt my wrists being gently touched. That gentleness was like a spring breeze pulling me until my hands were softly placed on her full, plump, ripe, and soft breasts.

Wait! Is that—Aunt Ouyang’s butt?!

Before I could pull my hands away, Aunt Ouyang pressed my hands down and began to roughly knead her shapely buttocks.

“Hmph—Auntie’s bottom hurts, baby, let Auntie rub it.” Aunt Ouyang said playfully, her breath coming in alluring gasps as she pressed her lips against mine, like a gentle breeze brushing against my lips. In the instant she spoke, her moist lips inadvertently brushed against mine, sending a tingling sensation through my heart, rippling across the calm surface of my heart.

“Ah—yes! That’s it, baby, use a little more force!” Aunt Ouyang whispered sweetly, her lips pressing passionate kisses against my cheek.

My hand gently traced the contours of Aunt Ouyang’s round and full hips. Even through the thin black dress, the soft, elastic touch, like a cloud, seemed to have an irresistible pull. My hand seemed to have found its soul’s home, lingering there, unwilling to leave that intoxicating tenderness.

So this is what it feels like to have your butt rubbed. Looking at Aunt Ouyang’s blissful expression, I think I understand why Jingyan wouldn’t let me touch her butt. And now, I’m taking the opportunity to knead her mother’s shapely buttocks. Is this… a different kind of compensation?

“Naughty Xiaoyu, so gentle…” Aunt Ouyang flicked her jade-like hand, and the thin shoulder strap of her black dress obediently slid down. Her fair skin was like flowing moonlight, slowly flowing down into the deep black, until… until two cherry red spots appeared in my eyes.

What?! Where are Aunt Ouyang’s underwear?!

“Auntie, you…you’re not wearing anything??”

“You’re not wearing anything, so what?” To my astonishment, Aunt Ouyang easily removed her black dress, leaving her only in a pair of thongs that looked like ribbons.

“Auntie, aren’t you afraid they’ll see us?” I asked softly.

“Look? Do you think they dare?”

“Who else would dare to watch but you?”

“I can show it to whoever I want, whether they want to or not, you have to see it, right, baby?” Aunt Ouyang said as she leaned down, face to face with me, nose to nose, eyes meeting. In her dark eyes, I saw an unyielding gaze, and… me.

“You’re right! You’re right!” I quickly affirmed her, my lips involuntarily touching hers, and another strange movement ensued.

Please stop using “you” (formal).

“Huh?” I didn’t understand.

“I said, let’s not use the formal ‘you’ when we’re together in private anymore, it’s too formal,” Aunt Ouyang said softly.

“Okay.”

“Silly Xiaoyu! Mua! Am I pretty?” Aunt Ouyang sat on me without any shyness, generously displaying her firm and beautiful breasts.

“You look beautiful. You… um, you’re gorgeous, Auntie.”

I wanted to close my eyes and turn my head away, but Aunt Ouyang’s two pink nipples seemed to be deliberately drawing my attention.

“Don’t call me auntie anymore.” Aunt Ouyang’s calm and indifferent words suddenly made me pause.

“Huh? No, Auntie, I didn’t do anything wrong!” I suddenly panicked.

“Didn’t you do anything wrong? Anyway, I’m just not allowing you to call me ‘Auntie’ anymore!” Aunt Ouyang’s expression was very serious, just like when she was angry. I was pinned down by her, my hands awkwardly wiping the sheets, my mind replaying my actions. Was it because I’d had too much physical contact with Aunt Ouyang lately, too offensively? But everything that’s happened between us lately has been initiated by her, hasn’t it? What was it then? I really didn’t know.

“Um… Auntie, have I been too offensive to you lately?” I asked tentatively.

“Offensive? Is that what you mean?” Aunt Ouyang ignored my attempts to stop her, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her chest.

“Is that… what you mean?” Aunt Ouyang continued to ask.

“Yes…” I hesitated, but still gave the answer I had in mind. Aunt Ouyang leaned forward again, looked into my eyes and said, “I’m going to say that you can never touch me again, how about that? Huh?” I couldn’t help but shout out.

“How is it?” Aunt Ouyang pressed me, and I felt like I was being cornered.

My mind was racing, imagining a future moment when Aunt Ouyang would see me, adopting a slightly defensive posture, and inadvertently casting a cold glance from the corner of her eye, filled with endless disdain—in just an instant, the disgust that surged in my mind would completely engulf the image.

No! I will not allow such a scene to happen!

“No! Aunt Ouyang! That’s not what I meant!” Before I could finish speaking, Aunt Ouyang’s red lips quickly covered my mouth.

Another round of unrestrained kisses ensued.

“Aunt”

“I told you, you’re not allowed to call me Auntie, or you’ll never touch me again.” Aunt Ouyang whispered in my ear, and at the same time I felt her hand fiddling with something beneath me.

Then… what should I call you?

“Call me… Lanlan,” Aunt Ouyang whispered in my ear.

“Huh?” I turned to look at her in surprise. “Lanlan” was my mother’s nickname for Aunt Ouyang, and it was also the only way Uncle Qin addressed Aunt Ouyang besides “wife”.

“This is not appropriate.”

“Then you’ll never want me to be nice to you again.” Aunt Ouyang, like a willful child, still clung to me, but turned her head away, showing me the back of her head.

“This… okay… Lan… Lanlan,” I said softly.

“Ah—a kiss!” Aunt Ouyang turned her head excitedly and gave me a big kiss on the lips.

“Call me again, baby.”

“Aww—mua! My sweet little Yu! Hug me and call out.”

“Lanlan.”

“Qin—haha, uh-huh! Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu…”

When Aunt Ouyang heard me call her that, she writhed with excitement, and my face was covered with one passionate kiss after another.

“Xiaoyu…baby…” Aunt Ouyang murmured as she turned over and lay down beside me, her head next to my face. Her eyes were covered with misty spring water, and her gaze kept changing, showing happiness, relief, and sadness.

“Ah—Lanlan, you—!” Just as I was about to say something, my crotch suddenly felt empty, and something like a water snake slithered into my crotch, tightly gripping my penis that I was trying so hard to keep from getting hard.

“Oh, handsome Xiaoyu, you’re hard… Aunt Ouyang is teasing me.”

“Ah, Lanlan, no!” The fact that my manhood was being controlled again reminded me of the shocking scene of being woken up by Aunt Ouyang’s oral sex this morning. Thinking about it now, it was just yesterday morning. “Hmm, it’s getting harder and harder, so big.” Aunt Ouyang pulled my loose shorts down to my thighs, and when I looked down, I saw her soft, jade-like hands stroking my penis up and down.

“Mmm…ah…beer…Xiaoyu, Xuanyu, hug Lanlan, kiss Lanlan, hurry up.” Aunt Ouyang pressed intimately against me, her alluring moans constantly swirling in my ears. My slightly sober state was instantly swallowed up by an even deeper haze, blossoming into a drunken, alluring, and seductive charm. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, changing shapes with her movements, one hand moving faster and faster, while her other hand seemed to have vanished somewhere.

“Ah! Lanlan! No!” I muttered to myself, trying to calm myself down. Was the red wine starting to take effect?

My God, what sins am I going to commit tonight?

“Ah…ah ah…Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu…”

The thought of Aunt Ouyang’s sudden moan made my heart skip a beat, and I couldn’t help but glance at the tightly closed door.

“Ah—uh!” After Aunt Ouyang’s lewd moan rang out again, I decisively covered her mouth.

She stared in surprise, then narrowed her eyes and gave me a seductive look.

Just as I was wondering why she was still smiling when I was pointing my hand at her mouth, a wet, tingling sensation on my palm made me shudder and I quickly pulled my hand away.

Aunt Ouyang’s tongue was still sticking out, and the upturned corners of her mouth seemed to be a provocation to me. When I let go, my body instinctively moved away from Aunt Ouyang a little, and only when I was a little further away from her did I realize that Aunt Ouyang’s other hand was tightly clamped between her legs.

“Xiaoyu… Aunt Ouyang also noticed my change. With a light stride, she lifted her body and easily straddled me again.”

At the same time, she was rubbing my already hard penis in her hand.

“Lanlan! Aunt Ouyang! What’s going on?” I seemed to already know what was about to happen, but looking at Aunt Ouyang’s face flushed with desire, her firm, undulating breasts didn’t stop me for a moment.

Aunt Ouyang smiled, quite pleased with my performance. She then showed me her hand, which had been hidden between her legs; her slender middle and index fingers were covered in glistening, sticky fluid. Her almost invisible underwear was nowhere to be seen; instead, sitting on my stomach was her thick, neatly trimmed black forest.

My boy… has finally grown into a man.

Aunt Ouyang leaned forward, her soft breasts pressing against my shy body. “Xiaoyu, do you know why your Lanlan is looking so worried?”

“Because your Lanlan wants the most precious birthday gift, and only my Xiaoyu can give it to me.”

“Lanlan also wants to give herself to her favorite man, Xiaoyu, and make love with Lanlan.”

Aunt Ouyang’s calm yet warm words slithered into my ears like insects, and it felt as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck my mind, with a tsunami about to crash down, the violent force threatening to shatter all order in my mind.

I feel like I’ve lost all sensation in my body, and I don’t know what to do.

What am I doing? Should I push Aunt Ouyang away? Should I?

Yes or no?

Just as I was hesitating, Aunt Ouyang had already sat on me, holding my hard penis, and with her seductive expression of slightly pursed lips, she aimed at her wet and secret private parts and slowly lowered her penis.

I looked down and saw that Aunt Ouyang’s slit hadn’t even touched my glans yet, but a thin, glistening thread of fluid had already dripped onto my glans. It felt neither warm nor cool, giving me a slightly itchy and restless sensation, as if a red thread representing desire had been tied between my and Aunt Ouyang’s private parts.

My eyes widened, fixed on Aunt Ouyang’s pink labia, getting closer and closer to my glans. I seemed to forget to breathe; the scene before me blurred into a veil, then solidified again. At this moment, there was no longer any gap between my glans and Aunt Ouyang’s labia.

An indescribable, fleshy sensation made my penis tremble violently. Blood rushed to it, as if Aunt Ouyang’s labia were flames melting ice, and my icy penis could only frantically summon its own cold energy to resist the melting heat. “Ah—good heavens!” Aunt Ouyang exclaimed softly, just as her labia were about to open wide and swallow my glans. My thoughts finally settled amidst the back-and-forth throbbing.

“Bang!” I suddenly flipped over and pinned Aunt Ouyang, who had been sitting on me, beneath me.

“Ah!” Aunt Ouyang exclaimed, but seeing my reaction, she was more pleased than surprised.

“Oh! Xiaoyu is taking the initiative! Haha, my Xiaoyu even knows that Lanlan likes this the most.” Aunt Ouyang spread her legs wide, even wrapping her forearms around her chest, striking a pose as if she were ready to be penetrated, pointing her honey hole at my penis, looking at me with charming eyes, anticipating my penetration.

“Lanlan… I, we can’t do this.” After a moment of dizziness, I saw Aunt Ouyang’s mature, charming, and spirited face again, and she stammered out those words.

“Hmm? Xiaoyu doesn’t like Lanlan?” Aunt Ouyang’s expression showed a moment of surprise, but she quickly regained her alluring look.

“No, that’s not it, that’s not it…”

I murmured in fear.

Aunt Ouyang put down her long, slender legs, and her fair and tender thighs wrapped around my waist.

“Xiaoyu, don’t think about anything else. Look at me, look at Lanlan. Lanlan is yours. She’s yours from now on, and she’ll be yours forever.” Aunt Ouyang cupped my face in her hands and spoke to me very earnestly.

“No, Lan… Aunt Ouyang, we can’t do this! I can’t let Jingyan down!” I hurriedly pulled up my pants, and in the chaos, my hard penis was still stuck in my waistband, making me tremble with pain. But it was this pain that made me even more sober.

“It’s alright, I’m here for Jingyan, isn’t that good? With Lanlan and Jingyan, we’re all yours, Xiaoyu.” Aunt Ouyang’s tone was forced calm but couldn’t hide her overwhelming joy. She frantically stroked my face, almost rubbing my skin off. I’d never seen her like this before; her eyelashes trembled like butterflies in a storm. Before, even the greatest difficulties and most demanding work hadn’t moved her in the slightest, but now…? I finally understood. Yesterday, in that ambiguous position, what Aunt Ouyang said to my mother—that she was mine too—wasn’t a joke.

“No… I can’t do this! Aunt Ouyang, I can’t do this, I really can’t let Jingyan down! I can’t let Uncle Qin down!”

“It’s alright, Xiaoyu, I’m here for you, Auntie’s here for you. You don’t need to think about those things. Auntie just wants you to be with me, even if it’s just for a little while, even if it’s sneaky. I love you so much…” Aunt Ouyang had completely lost her previous composure and allure. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads. She clung tightly to me, her body convulsing with each sob. My heart convulsed along with hers. My heart trembled uncontrollably. I didn’t know how long it had been since I’d seen Aunt Ouyang cry in front of me. The last time I’d seen her was when I was little. When Aunt Ouyang and Uncle Qin had argued, Uncle Qin promised to buy me a game console and asked me to go to my parents’ bedroom to secretly check on Aunt Ouyang. I quietly opened a crack in the door and saw Aunt Ouyang sobbing on my mother’s shoulder.

Just like now.

“Auntie, I know you also have times when you’re very sad. We have many other ways to deal with this, not just this.”

I tried my best to calm myself down and gently comforted her, speaking with a more serious tone.

“Other methods… I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad.” Perhaps sensing my change, Aunt Ouyang’s voice was very low.

“Auntie, Auntie? Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.” I didn’t care about “you” anymore; Lanlan was still Auntie. Right now, I’m only happy when I’m with you. Don’t worry about Qin Bin and Jingyan, or your parents. Just spend time with Auntie. You said you’d do anything to make me happy, you said it.” Aunt Ouyang’s voice was like a broken heart.

“Aunt Ake… this… I don’t know how to answer.”

So… I can only be your aunt, right?

Aunt Ouyang turned her head away and asked in a low voice.

I remained silent because I had no answer.

“Alright, you can go now.” Aunt Ouyang loosened her grip on my body.

“Aunt Ouyang, I…” Aunt Ouyang scolded in a low voice, interrupting my words that I couldn’t even finish. “You go out first!”

As I slowly walked away, the moment I closed the door, I saw Aunt Ouyang still lying naked on the bed. Her long, black, wavy hair was disheveled, her full breasts heaved more and more violently, her two pink nipples swaying. Below her flat stomach, her dark forest glistened with a lustful sheen. Her two long, slender, white legs were draped over the edge of the bed, swaying gently and helplessly like an autumn dry branch that no one sat on.

I couldn’t see Aunt Ouyang’s expression; her face was always turned away from me, and her arm was constantly covering her eyes, as if she was trying to see something through the cover…

I closed the door very carefully, as if leaving a bizarre and dazzling world.

Where to go? Downstairs? Definitely not. I can only take a nap in the study, at least that way I can keep an eye on Aunt Ouyang a bit.

Lying on the bed in the study, I held the back of my head and racked my brains.

Aunt Ouyang has always been very kind to me, so kind that I wonder if my mother and Aunt Ouyang secretly switched me and Jingyan. Now, recalling everything that happened before, every time Aunt Ouyang, Jingyan, and I were alone, Aunt Ouyang would deliberately joke with Jingyan; she would talk to me about taboo topics; and in recent times, Aunt Ouyang’s overly intimate contact with me, was it all in order to have a relationship with me?

When exactly did Aunt Ouyang begin to have these taboo thoughts about me?

Aunt Ouyang, aren’t you afraid of the consequences? Whether it’s Uncle Qin or my parents, if even one of them finds out, the relationship between our two families will be completely ruined… I don’t dare to think about it anymore. My mind is filled with memories of Aunt Ouyang from my childhood. Every time she came, she would bring me lots of things I liked; she would ask me to secretly tell her what I wanted, and then a few days later she would appear at my house amidst my mother’s complaints; the New Year’s money she gave me was always a super thick incense stick, even though my mother would take it all away, she would still secretly give me one… My childhood, my memories, my future, will always be accompanied by Aunt Ouyang. I really can’t imagine what would happen if such a thing happened and caused the relationship between our two families to break down, and Jingyan and I couldn’t continue our relationship. How bleak and hopeless our future would become.

But is it because Uncle Qin is away from home for long periods of time that Aunt Ouyang has this idea? After all, they say that people in their thirties are like wolves and those in their forties are like tigers. Aunt Ouyang has difficulty satisfying her physical desires, and she is also quite open-minded, so she doesn’t think that having a relationship with me is anything wrong?

Your Aunt Ouyang doesn’t fancy any other men besides the two of us.

I suddenly remembered Uncle Qin’s casual remark during the phone call that afternoon. Perhaps in Aunt Ouyang’s eyes, I was the only choice. I stretched out my hand, looking at the lines on my palm, my fingertips recalling the exquisite sensation of touching Aunt Ouyang’s shapely buttocks. “Ouch—really, what am I thinking!” I lightly slapped myself. If it were anyone else, with Aunt Ouyang’s graceful figure, flower-like beauty, and unparalleled unique charm, a mere wave of her hand or a slight glance from her would be enough to make them fall head over heels and willingly bow down at her feet.

But I am different. Aunt Ouyang is not only my mother-in-law, but also an elder I have respected since I was a child. I cannot have the slightest thought of neglecting her.

Damn! What a chaotic night!

I got up and opened the study door, my hand on the doorknob of Aunt Ouyang’s bedroom, hesitating whether to open it or not.

Never mind, I won’t bother you anymore.

Back in the study, I pressed my temples hard with the heel of my hand, then pinched and patted my brow in discomfort. Damn, the alcohol was kicking in. I only had one glass, how could this red wine have such a strong aftereffect?

I collapsed onto the bed and drifted off to sleep, feeling dizzy and disoriented…

“Silly boy? Aren’t you getting up yet? Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu?” With a gentle shaking, I slowly opened my eyes, and Aunt Ouyang’s beautiful bare face came into view.

“Auntie!” I called out instinctively, but I saw Aunt Ouyang’s smile falter for a moment, but it quickly returned to normal.

“Get up quickly! Look at you, you don’t even take off your clothes to sleep!” Aunt Ouyang shook me again, rubbing my messy blanket with her hand, trying to put it on.

*Pop!* I hurriedly backed away, then for a moment felt I shouldn’t have done that.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like Auntie anymore? You don’t want to be friends with Auntie anymore?” Aunt Ouyang reached out and gently tugged at my ear. “No, no! I want to be friends with Auntie! I want to be friends with Auntie!”

I quickly begged for mercy.

Aunt Ouyang whispered in my ear, her voice both menacing and menacing, “No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened last night!” “Okay, okay, I understand!” I jolted awake, yesterday’s events flashing through my mind.

Hey kid! Get up! It’s time to go home today!

Aunt Ouyang playfully grabbed my crotch, then turned and left, leaving only her long, wavy hair styled in a high ponytail, which swirled in the air and turned into a fragrant breeze that entered my nostrils. A wave of sadness and longing welled up in my heart.

Yes… it’s time to go home.

“Mom and Dad, we’re back!”

“You’re back!”

I was carrying my suitcase when my sister opened the door. “You’re back!” My mother, dressed in loose loungewear, came to the door and took my and my sister’s suitcases. I noticed very noticeably red marks on my mother’s neck, and my father, who was on the sofa, unusually didn’t greet us.

Until the evening of October 7th, the holiday ended, and I returned to my normal school life.

“It broke—ouch, it hurts so much!” I pressed my ear against the door of my dormitory and opened it, recalling what had just happened.

Since returning from the holiday, Aunt Ouyang has been ignoring me. Until today, at another family gathering, under Jingyan’s questioning gaze, Aunt Ouyang gently touched my ear with her soft fingers, offering a tender “loving care”.

Although it hurt a little, I knew that Aunt Ouyang had no complaints about me. That day, she was just really tired and wanted to rest alone.

“Hehe…hehe…As soon as I entered, I saw Chu Yun grinning foolishly at his phone. ‘What are you laughing at, Da Chu!’ After getting to know him over the past few days, although Chu Yun seemed a bit simple-minded, he was actually kind and funny, and everyone thought he was pretty good. Mu Qianning started by giving him the nickname ‘Da Chu.’ He ignored me, still looking at his phone and grinning widely, his round face puffing up in three layers of ‘blessing.'”

“Huh? That’s strange, what are you looking at!” I walked up behind him, wanting to steal a glance, but he immediately noticed and hurriedly held his phone to his chest. He looked at me warily. “Didn’t you hear me calling you? How did you know I was coming?” I let him get away with it.

“I’m busy…hehe…hehe.” He put down his phone and continued scrolling through it, deliberately covering it with his other hand to prevent me from seeing.

“Fine! I’ll tell Mu Qianning you’re watching porn in a bit, let’s see if she still talks to you.” I rolled onto the bed and casually uttered a sentence.

“Godfather, no! No!” Suddenly, his mountain-like body turned around, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and cried out in anguish.

“Damn it! Keep your voice down!” I glanced nervously at the door. “Don’t tell anyone!”

“Okay, okay, I won’t say! But speaking of which, how are things between you and Mu Qianning?” If someone were watching me from a third-person perspective, my eyes would definitely be blazing with curiosity.

That’s when I realized that gossip isn’t just a woman’s prerogative, but a beautiful human virtue. Curiosity can kill not only cats, but also people, and besides, cats have nine lives.

“Hehe…it’s…it’s alright. He was squinting, a tall, fat guy who’s about 1.9 meters tall, and I actually saw his meninges on his face—damn, disgusting! Really disgusting! How far have things gone? Are you officially dating?” I asked.

“No—I’d like to, but I didn’t dare say it. But I have a good impression of you, so let’s be friends for now.” He said, a simple smile appearing on his face, but combined with his chubby face, I couldn’t help but feel a hint of ill intent creeping in.

“Okay! I’ve given you a chance. Whether you can seize it or not is up to you.” I said to him while opening Jingyan’s chat interface, because Jingyan had sent me a message.

“Okay, thank you, godfather. I hope you and the beautiful Jingyan will put in a good word for me…” He looked at the edge of my bed with a fawning expression, his face all scrunched up.

“Okay, okay, my group needs you to make the PPT for me, Da Chu.”

“Okay!” He eagerly returned to his computer.

I turned around and focused my gaze on my phone screen.

Jingyan: The pictures are all from the National Day holiday on a southern beach. Jingyan is wearing a tight-fitting surfing suit. The blue surfing suit outlines her perfect and full figure, like a lover of the waves, elegant and dynamic.

In one photo, Jingyan and Mu Qianning are rubbing each other with water droplets. Strands of her wet hair are stuck to her porcelain-white face. She is bending over, covering her face with one hand, and gently raising strings of glistening water droplets with the other hand to wipe them towards Mu Qianning. Even looking at this photo, I can recall Jingyan’s clear and joyful shouts, like the sound of silver bells.

However, what caught my attention in this photo was the zipper of Jingyan’s surfing suit, which had inadvertently slipped down due to the vigorous movement. It was originally close to her neck, but now it slid down smoothly to her chest like flowing water. As Jingyan bent over, the deep cleavage squeezed out by her two half-covered, half-draped white breasts was captured in this photo, making one’s imagination run wild.

Me: “Who took this picture?”

Jingyan: “Zhao Chenyu, he looks pretty good.” Me: “I suspect he did it on purpose, always taking pictures of your butt or your chest, even showing your cleavage.”

Jingyan: “It’s alright. It’s not a bad thing to have a good figure. Considering that he took some good photos and there were a few really beautiful moments, let’s not blame him.”

Me: “Alright, since you’ve said so, I won’t say anything more.” Jingyan: “Hehe, then from now on, the photos will be taken by the handsome Xuanyu!”

Me: “That’s right, I’m not only going to pat you on the outside, I’m going to pat you naked too! Hehe.”

Jingyan: “You scoundrel! Humph!”

Me: “Let me ask you something. What do you think of Zhao Chenyu?”

Jingyan: “He’s alright, honest and obedient, hardworking, and perceptive. What’s wrong?” Me: “Nothing, I just feel like he’s a bit ungrateful.”

Jingyan: “What’s wrong, Xuanyu?”

Me: “He hasn’t contacted me since I found him a job, we haven’t even chatted.”

Jingyan: “Huh? That’s a bit much. Maybe he doesn’t have time? You know how much of a workaholic my mom is. Dealing with her is tiring enough. Lingze told me that she also gives him some of the hard work, and he’s so naive that he doesn’t know how to refuse, haha.”

Me: “That’s true. Ever since he went to Aunt Ouyang’s place, I haven’t seen him on the court anymore.”

Jingyan: “Yeah, it’s okay. He’s not an important person anyway. We can just tell him to stay out of the way in the future.”

Me: “Oh, right, what did Mu Qianning say?”

Jingyan: “Are you talking about her and Chu Yun? She doesn’t have a bad impression of Chu Yun; she thinks he’s quite reassuring.”

Me: “Height, right?”

Jingyan: “On the one hand, he’s a good person.”

Me: “Then there’s a chance.”

Jingyan: “Hmph! You not only harmed me, but you also had your roommate harm my best friend and roommate!”

Me: “Hehe. Why let the good stuff go to outsiders?”

Jingyan: “Ugh! I’m ignoring you!”

I teased her a little more before we ended the chat.

I glanced down at Chu Yun, who was helping me with my PPT, and realized that life was getting better and better.

October 12th arrived. In the afternoon, I finished my date with Jingyan and was about to go back to my dorm to pack up and go home when I saw Chu Yun peeking out of the dorm.

“Grand Prince? What’s wrong? Why are you so worried?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t even mention it, Brother Yu. I was planning to ask Junior Zhao out for dinner tonight, but we had everything arranged. Then he suddenly said he had work to do. I asked Mu Qianning, and she said she’s out shopping with Lingze right now,” Chu Yun said dejectedly.

“Junior Zhao, is that Zhao Chenyu? Why are you going out to eat with him?” I asked suspiciously.

“During the National Day holiday, I stayed with him, and he taught me a lot of things to talk about with Mu Qianning, and they were quite effective. The idea of ​​taking a walk on the beach with Mu Qianning that night was Zhao Chenyu’s, and I didn’t expect to actually get Qianning to come out. But Mu Qianning hasn’t been paying much attention to me lately, so I wanted to ask him out to give me some pointers. I’m wondering why he’s at work.”

Hearing him say that gave me a jolt.

Because Jingyan told me that Aunt Ouyang was also working overtime, and Aunt Ouyang’s company has very good benefits, such as giving her a day off on weekends when she can make up for lost time.

So, only Aunt Ouyang and Zhao Chenyu are working? Or did Wen ask Zhao Chenyu to drink on Aunt Ouyang’s behalf?

My heart was in turmoil, but on the surface I remained calm.

“Hehe, maybe Zhao Chenyu just went on a date. What work? Aunt Ouyang’s company is closed today,” I said to Chu Yun.

“Oh, I see. I was wondering why Mu Lingze was playing around. Okay, let’s talk about it when he has time.” Chu Yun put down her phone.

“You just said that Mu Qianning is ignoring you?”

“Um…it’s not that they’re ignoring me, it’s just that they’re not as frequent as before.” Chu Yun picked up her phone, then put it down again.

As he stepped down, his hands exuded an air of nonchalance.

“It’s okay, I’ll ask for you, or I’ll have Jingyan ask for you,” I comforted him.

“Thank you, Godfather!” I was actually quite saddened by his dejected look, but then he pulled this stunt, and only two words remained in my mind—serves him right!

I didn’t have time to pack my things and decided to go to Aunt Ouyang’s company.

After getting off the car, I stood downstairs at Aunt Ouyang’s company building and looked up at the top floor. A faint light shone through the glass, and that spot seemed to be Aunt Ouyang’s rooftop lounge.

The sky was somewhat gloomy, with gray clouds tangled together, thickening into a pale black, as if they were about to crush the rooftops.

For some reason, my mood also became heavy.

I took a step forward, then froze, staring at the open gate. Although it was a holiday, the security guard on the first floor was still on duty. Should I go through the main entrance? This question, which I had never asked before, suddenly popped into my mind.

After thinking it over, I decided not to use the main entrance or the elevator.

I went around to the back of the building and took out a bunch of keys that I hadn’t used in ages. The keys on them could unlock all the locks in Aunt Ouyang’s company, including the one in front of me—the back door.

Damn! It’s been ages since I climbed stairs! In the stairwell, I leaned against the wall, panting through the cheap, pungent air. I glanced up; there was still halfway up. This stairwell, no one’s been here in ages. Only the occasional smoker would come by.

When I got to the top floor, I quietly opened the stairwell door, looked around, and then came out.

Wait, why do I look like a thief? I thought to myself.

I didn’t go to the office because I had already seen from outside that Aunt Ouyang’s rest room was dimly lit. I still carefully walked to Aunt Ouyang’s rest area, entered the password that only a few people knew, and opened the door.

I pushed him away and slowly poked my head into the empty mine’s rest room. It was deathly quiet, completely devoid of any signs of use.

Is it in the bedroom?

I tiptoed slowly inside, not even knowing why I was doing it. Before, I always walked in confidently and casually.

Not far away, the bedroom door grew larger and larger in my eyes. The closer I got, the slower my breathing became. Until I quietly pressed my face against the bedroom door and looked through the peephole.

The peephole was a ring, allowing anyone to see in from the outside—something Aunt Ouyang had completely forgotten about. Actually, Aunt Ouyang’s lounge wasn’t originally this large; only this bedroom served as the lounge, and the office was connected to it, which is why there was a peephole on the door. Later, Aunt Ouyang renovated the top floor, moving the office out and dividing the floor into two spaces. She also added a password-protected door to the executive lounge area, decorating it with some of her favorite items, but everything in the bedroom remained unchanged.

And recalling what happened, it seems Aunt Ouyang wanted to renovate the company’s rooftop because of an argument she had with Uncle Qin… And now, I can see the entire bedroom from the outside. The bedroom has a simple style, not too big or too small, with a luxurious double bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table, and on the desk are Aunt Ouyang’s favorite books and the succulents I bought. There’s also a bathroom with a bathtub out of my sight. Aunt Ouyang often goes there to take a bath after meetings, so you could say it’s Aunt Ouyang’s own secret little base.

At this moment, the curtains were drawn, so I could only see a faint light from the outside, while the room was brightly lit with focused sunlight. Aunt Ouyang, wearing a loose red silk nightgown, lay languidly on the bed, her alluring figure coming into view.

What terrified me was the faint sound of someone showering. Who was it?