When exactly did Aunt Ouyang start having these forbidden thoughts about me?
Doesn't Aunt Ouyang fear the consequences? Whether it's Uncle Qin or my own parents, if even one person finds out, the relationship between our two families would be completely... I don't dare to think further. My mind drifts back to all the little moments with Aunt Ouyang from my childhood. Every time she visited, she would bring me so many things I loved. She would let me secretly tell her what I wanted, and a few days later, it would appear at my house amid my mother's complaints. The red envelopes she gave me for the Lunar New Year were always incredibly thick, and though my mom would always take them, Aunt Ouyang would still secretly slip me another one... My childhood, my memories, my future—Aunt Ouyang has always been a part of them. I truly can't imagine how bleak life would become if something like that happened, causing our families to fall apart and making it impossible for Jingyan and me to continue together.
But could it be that Aunt Ouyang developed these feelings because Uncle Qin is often away from home? After all, they say women in their thirties are like wolves, and in their forties like tigers. Maybe Aunt Ouyang struggles with her physical desires and, being more open-minded, doesn't see anything wrong with having a relationship with me?
"Aunt Ouyang doesn't have eyes for any other man besides the two of us."
I suddenly remembered Uncle Qin's unintentional remark during our phone call this afternoon. Perhaps in Aunt Ouyang's eyes, I'm the only choice. I stretched out my hand, staring at the lines on my palm, but my fingertips recalled the incredible sensation of touching Aunt Ouyang's firm buttocks. "Ugh—what am I thinking!" I lightly slapped my own cheek.
If it were anyone else, with Aunt Ouyang's graceful figure, stunning beauty, and unparalleled unique charm, a mere wave of her hand or a seductive glance would be enough to make them fall head over heels, willingly bowing at her feet.
But I'm different. Aunt Ouyang isn't just my mother-in-law; she's also a respected elder I've looked up to since childhood. I can't harbor even the slightest disrespectful thought.
Damn! What a chaotic night!
I got up and opened the study door, placing my hand on the handle of Aunt Ouyang's bedroom door, hesitating. Should I open it? Or not?
Forget it, I shouldn't disturb her.
Returning to the study, I pressed the heel of my palm hard against my temples and pinched the bridge of my nose in discomfort. Damn, the alcohol is hitting me. I only had one glass—how is this red wine so strong?
I collapsed onto the bed and drifted into a heavy, dizzy sleep...
"Little dummy? Still not up? Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu?" Amid gentle shaking, I groggily opened my eyes. Aunt Ouyang's flawless, makeup-free face came into view.
"Auntie!" I instinctively called out, noticing Aunt Ouyang's smile falter for a moment before quickly returning.
"Hurry up and get out of bed! Look at you, sleeping with your clothes on!" Aunt Ouyang shook me again, her hand brushing against my messy blanket as she tried to pull it up.
"Ah!" I flinched backward in panic, immediately feeling like I shouldn't have reacted that way.
"What's wrong? Do you dislike Auntie now? Don't want to be close to Auntie anymore?" Aunt Ouyang reached out and lightly tugged my ear.
"No, no! I want to be close to Auntie! I want to be close to Auntie!" I quickly pleaded for mercy.
Auntie Ouyang leaned close to my ear, whispering in a fierce tone, "What happened last night—no one is allowed to speak of it!" "Alright, alright, I understand!" I jolted, the events of yesterday flooding back into my mind.
"Brat! Get up! Time to go home today!"
Auntie Ouyang playfully grabbed at my pants before turning and walking away, leaving only her high ponytail of wavy hair swaying, stirring the air around her and sending a faint, fragrant breeze into my nostrils. A wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over my heart.
Yeah… it's time to go home.
"Mom, Dad, we're back!"
"We're back!"
Carrying my suitcase, I watched as my sister opened the front door. "Welcome back!" Mom, dressed in loose loungewear, came to the entrance and took the suitcases from both of us. I couldn't help but notice a distinct red mark on her neck, while Dad, sitting on the sofa, unusually didn't greet us.
It wasn't until the evening of October 7th, after the holiday had passed, that I returned to my normal school life.
"Ouch—damn, that hurts!" I rubbed my ear as I opened the dormitory door, recalling what had just happened.
Ever since returning from the holiday, Auntie Ouyang had been giving me the cold shoulder. It wasn't until today's family gathering that, under Jingyan's puzzled gaze, she used her gentle fingers to give my ear a "loving touch" of affection.
Though it stung a bit, at least I knew Auntie Ouyang wasn't upset with me anymore. 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's so funny, Big Chu?" After spending a few days together, although Chu Yun seemed a bit slow, he was kind-hearted and fun. Everyone thought he was pretty decent, and Mu Xianning had started calling him "Big Chu." He ignored me, still staring at his phone with a wide grin, the plump flesh of his cheeks forming three distinct folds.
"Huh? What's so interesting?" I walked behind him, trying to sneak a peek, but he immediately reacted, hurriedly clutching his phone to his chest. He looked at me warily. "Didn't you hear me calling you? How did you know I was here?" I held back my annoyance.
"I'm busy… hehe… hehe." He put his phone down and continued scrolling, deliberately covering it with his other hand to keep me from seeing.
"Fine! I'll just tell Mu Xianning you're watching porn and see if she still talks to you." I climbed onto my bed and casually dropped the remark.
"Brother—please—don't—do—it—!" Suddenly, his mountain-like frame turned toward me as he dropped to one knee, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture, crying out in exaggerated agony.
"Damn it! Keep it down!" I nervously glanced at the door. "Don't say anything!"
"Alright, alright, I won't! But speaking of which, how are things between you and Mu Xianning?" If there were a third-person perspective watching me, my eyes would surely be sparkling with curiosity.
It was then I realized that gossip isn't exclusive to women—it's a beautiful human trait. Curiosity doesn't just kill cats; it can also get people in trouble. Besides, cats have nine lives.
"Hehe… it's… it's going okay." He hunched his shoulders, and for a guy who's 1.9 meters tall and on the heavier side, I actually saw a hint of shyness on his face—damn, gross! So gross! "How far have you gotten? Are you officially together?" I asked.
"No—I wanted to, but I didn't dare say it. But I have a good impression of her, so I'll start by getting to know her as a friend." As he spoke, a simple smile spread across his face, but paired with his chubby cheeks, I couldn't help but sense a hint of mischief in it.
"Alright! I've given you the chance. Whether you can make the most of it is up to you." I said, opening Jingyan's chat window while talking to him, as she had just sent me a message.
"Okay, okay, thank you, my lord! I hope you and the beautiful Jingyan can put in a good word for me…" He leaned eagerly against the edge of my bed, his face scrunching up as his cheeks pressed together.
"Alright, alright, I've sent you the requirements for the group meeting. Help me with the PPT, Big Chu."
"Got it!" He eagerly returned to his computer.
I turned back and focused on my phone screen.
Jingyan: [Image] [Image] [Image] [Image]... I opened them one by one. They were all photos of Jingyan wearing a tight-fitting wetsuit on a southern beach during the National Day holiday. The blue wetsuit accentuated her perfect, full figure, like a lover of the waves—elegant and dynamic.
In one photo, Jingyan and Mu Xianning were playfully splashing water at each other. Wet strands of hair clung to her porcelain-like face as she leaned forward, one hand shielding her cheek while the other lightly flicked sparkling droplets of water toward Mu Xianning. Just looking at this photo, I could recall Jingyan's clear, bell-like laughter of joy.
But what caught my attention in this photo was the wetsuit zipper, which had slipped down unintentionally due to her vigorous movements. Originally snug against her neck, it now slid smoothly down to her chest like flowing water. As Jingyan leaned forward, the deep, alluring cleavage formed by her half-exposed, half-concealed fair breasts was captured in the photo, sparking endless imagination.
Me: "Who took this?"
Jingyan: "Zhao Chenyu. Looks pretty good, doesn't it?"
Me: "I suspect he did it on purpose—either focusing on your butt or your chest. He even captured your cleavage."
Jingyan: "It's fine. Having a good figure isn't a crime. Since he took some nice shots and captured a few genuinely beautiful moments, let's not blame him."
Me: "Alright, if you say so, I won't say anything more."
Jingyan: "Hehe, then from now on, we'll leave the photography to the handsome Xuan Yu during our trips."
Me: "Of course! I won't just take photos of you outside—I'll take photos of you undressed too! Hehe."
Jingyan: "You pervert! Hmph!"
Me: "Let me ask you something—what do you think of Zhao Chenyu?"
Jingyan: "He's alright. Honest, obedient, hardworking, and perceptive. Why do you ask?"
Me: "Nothing, just feel like he's a bit ungrateful."
Jingyan: "What's wrong, Xuan Yu?"
Me: "Ever since I helped him find a job, he hasn't contacted me at all—not even a chat."
Jingyan: "Really? That's a bit much. Maybe he's just busy? You know how my mom can be a workaholic. Dealing with her is exhausting enough. Lingze told me she often dumps the tough tasks on him, and he's too naive to refuse, haha."
Me: "True. Ever since he started working for Auntie Ouyang, I haven't seen him on the basketball court."
Jingyan: "Yeah, it's fine. He's not that important anyway. If it comes to it, we can just keep him at a distance."
Me: "Mm. By the way, what about Mu Xianning? What did she say?"
Jingyan: "Are you talking about her and Chu Yun? She doesn't have a bad impression of him. In fact, she thinks he gives off a sense of security."
Me: "You mean his height?"
Jingyan: "Partly, but he's also a good person."
Me: "Then there's a chance."
Jingyan: "Hmph! It's bad enough you mess with me, but now you're letting your roommate mess with my best friend and roommate too!"
Me: "Hehe. Keep the good stuff in the family, right?"
Jingyan: "Ugh, hmph! I'm ignoring you!"
I teased her a bit more before ending the chat.
I glanced down at Chu Yun, who was helping me with my PowerPoint. Life was getting more and more interesting.
The day arrived—October 12th. In the afternoon, after finishing my date with Jingyan, I was about to head back to the dorm to pack up and go home when I saw Chu Yun poking his head out in the dorm.
"Big Chu? What's wrong? You look so troubled," I asked.
"Ah, don't even mention it, Yu. I was planning to invite Junior Zhao out for dinner tonight. We had it all set, but he suddenly said he had work. Then I asked Mu Xianning, and she said she was out shopping with Lingze," Chu Yun grumbled.
"Junior Zhao? Zhao Chenyu? Why were you going out to eat with him?" I asked, puzzled.
"During the National Day holiday, didn't I stay with him? He taught me a lot of things to talk about with Mu Xianning, and it actually worked. The idea to take a walk with Xianning by the sea that night was his suggestion, and I never thought I'd actually get her to come out. Lately, Xianning hasn't been paying much attention to me again, so I wanted to invite him out for some advice. I just don't get it—why is he working?"
Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.
Because Jingyan had told me that Auntie Ouyang was also working overtime, and Auntie Ouyang's company had great benefits—they usually gave holidays for weekends like this that were adjusted.
So, only Auntie Ouyang and Zhao Chenyu were working? Or maybe Zhao Chenyu was covering for Auntie Ouyang, like helping her with drinking at social events?
My mind was racing, but I kept a calm face.
"Heh, maybe Zhao Chenyu just went on a date. What work? Auntie Ouyang's company is off today," I said to Chu Yun.
"Oh, really? No wonder Mu Lingze is out having fun. Alright, I'll wait until he's free," Chu Yun put down his phone.
"You said earlier that Mu Xianning isn't paying attention to you?"
"Well... it's not that she's ignoring me, just... not as frequently as before," Chu Yun picked up his phone, then put it down again, his hands betraying a sense of confusion.
"It's fine. I'll help you ask, or have Jingyan ask for you," I comforted him.
"Thanks, Dad—" "Cut it out!" I was feeling a bit sad seeing him so down, but then he pulled this stunt again. Only two words came to mind—serves him right!
I didn't bother packing up and decided to head to Auntie Ouyang's company to check things out.
After getting out of the car, I stood at the foot of Auntie Ouyang's company building, looking up at the top floor. A faint light shone through the glass—it seemed to be coming from Auntie Ouyang's penthouse lounge.
The sky was gloomy, with gray clouds tangled together, forming a thick, dull black mass that seemed to press down on the rooftop.
For some reason, my mood grew heavy too.
Just as I took a step forward, I froze, staring at the open entrance. Even though it was a holiday, the security guard on the first floor was still on duty. Should I go through the main entrance? A question I'd never considered before suddenly popped into my head.
After some thought, I decided not to use the main entrance or the elevator.
I made my way to the back of the building and pulled out a set of keys I hadn't used in who knows how long. They could unlock every lock in Auntie Ouyang's company, including the one right in front of me—the back door.
Damn, it's been ages since I climbed stairs! Inside the stairwell, I leaned against the wall, breathing in the stale air tinged with cheap perfume. Looking up, I saw I was only halfway there. This stairwell probably hadn't been used in a long time, except maybe by the occasional smoker.
When I reached the top floor, I quietly pushed open the stairwell door, glanced left and right, and stepped out.
Wait, why am I acting like a thief? I grumbled to myself.
I didn't head to the office because I'd already noticed from outside that Auntie Ouyang's private lounge was dimly lit. Still moving cautiously, I made my way to her rest area, entered the code known only to a few people, and opened the door.
Pushing it open slowly, I peeked inside. The spacious lounge was eerily silent, showing no signs of recent use.
Maybe she's in the bedroom?
Tiptoeing forward, I wasn't even sure why I was walking so quietly. Every other time I'd been here, I'd entered boldly and without hesitation.
The bedroom door loomed larger as I approached, and my breathing grew slower the closer I got. Finally, I crept up to the door, pressing my eye against the peephole.
This peephole was broken—it allowed you to see inside from the outside, something even Auntie Ouyang had forgotten. Originally, her lounge wasn't this big; it was just this bedroom, connected directly to the office, which was why the door had a peephole in the first place. Later, Auntie Ouyang renovated the entire top floor, moving the office out and dividing the space into two sections. She added a coded door to the newly designed executive rest area and decorated it with things she liked, but she left the bedroom untouched.
Come to think of it, Auntie Ouyang's decision to renovate the company's top floor seemed to be connected to an argument she'd had with Uncle Qin… And now, from outside, I could see the entire bedroom. It was simply decorated, neither too large nor too small, with a luxurious double bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table, and a desk stacked with Auntie Ouyang's favorite books and the succulent plants I'd bought for her. Out of my line of sight was a bathroom with a bathtub. Auntie Ouyang often took baths here after meetings, making this place her own secret little sanctuary.
At this moment, the curtains were drawn, so I could only see a faint glow from outside. But inside, the room was brightly lit. My eyes fell on Auntie Ouyang, dressed in a loose red silk robe, lying lazily on the bed, her graceful figure clearly visible.
What filled me with dread, however, was the faint sound of running water that reached my ears. Who was it?
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