Chapter 3
After the dinner party, Shu Bicheng was already stumbling drunk, so Feng Qianhua had to drive him home in Shu Bicheng's car. Zuo Hanyan drove Feng Qianhua's car, with Shu Yihan riding along.
Suddenly, Shu Yihan said she wanted to drive, so Zuo Hanyan had to let her take the wheel.
In the car, Shu Yihan also mentioned wanting to buy a car for herself, saying she was tired of always taking the subway.
Good grief, Zuo Hanyan thought, she talks about buying a car so casually. Assuming she was just making small talk, he asked, "Is it because the subway is too crowded? And there are always those... 'enthusiastic, civic-minded citizens'?"
Shu Yihan asked, "'Enthusiastic, civic-minded citizens'? What do you mean?"
Zuo Hanyan explained, "I heard it from a senior who was a year ahead of me. After he started his internship, the subway was incredibly packed during his commute. But luckily, he'd always run into these 'enthusiastic, civic-minded citizens' who were terrified people wouldn't be able to squeeze on, so they'd push and shove from behind with all their might. He said he didn't even have to take a step to get on the train himself."
Shu Yihan's quick mind caught on immediately. "That probably only happens during rush hour," she said. "I'm talking about people who are even more 'high-quality' than those so-called 'civilized and enthusiastic citizens'."
Zuo Hanyan asked, "What kind of people?"
Shu Yihan said, "Perverts."
Hearing this, Zuo Hanyan immediately asked, "What? What happened? Did you run into a pervert? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"
Shu Yihan replied, "No, no, they didn't do anything to me. It's just... I've seen some guys... with wandering hands, rubbing against people and staring lewdly."
Zuo Hanyan felt a pang of worry. A girlfriend as beautiful as Yihan needed to be properly protected. The thought of her being groped on the subway was unbearable.
"Then you should buy one," he said. "It'll be more convenient."
"Yeah," Shu Yihan agreed, "but I'm still a student. Driving my own car might be a bit too conspicuous."
"It's fine," Zuo Hanyan reassured her. "You'll have to drive eventually anyway. It's good to get used to it early and become a proficient driver."
"Okay," Shu Yihan said. "I'll ask my dad about it then."
Feng Qianhua drove ahead, with Shu Yihan following slowly behind as they returned to the seaside villa.
The villa had three floors and an overall Western-style design. The front yard featured an open-air swimming pool and a garage on the side. The backyard was a Chinese-style courtyard, filled with many ornamental potted plants and flowers. Under a small wooden pavilion were a table and chairs set with tea ware. Nearby, there was a small fishpond. Above the pond, a large water jar with a white crane sculpture on top continuously flowed with fresh water into the pond, giving the entire courtyard a serene yet lively atmosphere.
The first floor was a very spacious hall with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the hall, three sofas were arranged around a tall and a low table. An open space held a grand piano. The dining room and kitchen were integrated, separated by a right-angled bar counter. There was also a spacious private gym, and two small guest bedrooms on the first floor.
A spiral staircase led to the second floor, which was a more private space. The decor was exquisite, luxurious, yet very homey. The hall had a large-screen TV, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a study, a collection room, and a dedicated room for clothing and shoes.
Almost all the villa's facilities were smart and very convenient.
The top floor was a small open-air garden with two rooms and a long pavilion under which were benches and tables. On a summer evening during this year's summer vacation, the hospitable Shu Bicheng had invited Zuo Du's family over for a barbecue on this rooftop. Sipping red wine, eating grilled meat, feeling the sea breeze, and watching the sunset by the sea created a uniquely charming atmosphere.
After his shower, Zuo Hanyan slept in a separate bedroom on the second floor, right next to Shu Yihan's.
He had eaten a lot of random things at the dinner table and drunk many sugary drinks, so he couldn't fall asleep right away. He took out his phone and sent Shu Yihan a message on WeChat.
Zuo Hanyan: "Little fairy, are you asleep?"
Shu Yihan replied quickly.
Shu Yihan: "Not yet, it's too soon for that."
Zuo Hanyan: "Earlier in the car, you mentioned a bet with me but then didn't say what it was. What was that about?"
Shu Yihan: "I was saying that one day, I'll make you see Aunt Gu in a sexy outfit! Believe it or not?"
Zuo Hanyan: [Surprised emoji]
Zuo Hanyan: "What do you mean, 'a sexy outfit'?"
Shu Yihan: [emmmmm emoji]
Shu Yihan: "Just something sexy, that's all."
Zuo Hanyan: "I don't believe it!"
Shu Yihan: "Fine. If one day you see Aunt Gu in a sexy outfit, you lose. How about that?"
Zuo Hanyan: "You're not just going to Photoshop a picture for me, are you?"
Shu Yihan: "No! Her actually wearing it!"
Zuo Hanyan: "Okay, what do I get if I lose?"
Shu Yihan: "I haven't thought of it yet. You just have to promise me one thing when the time comes. We'll talk about it then."
Zuo Hanyan: "And how do I win?"
Shu Yihan: "If it doesn't happen by the end of next summer, you win."
Zuo Hanyan: "That long!"
Shu Yihan: "There are more opportunities to wear sexy clothes in the summer. Otherwise, it wouldn't be challenging enough."
Zuo Hanyan: "You mean a swimsuit? That's way too easy. Besides, the weather is warm enough to swim now."
Shu Yihan: "That's true. Then swimsuits don't count."
Shu Yihan: "I've thought about it. How about a qipao? I feel like it really suits Aunt Gu's temperament. Have you ever seen your mom wear a qipao?"
Zuo Hanyan: "No, I haven't. But if just wearing a qipao counts as sexy, you'd win too easily."
Shu Yihan: "Then how about this? A high-slit qipao, or a super-short, hip-hugging style, paired with black stockings and high heels. How's that? Challenging enough?"
Zuo Hanyan: [Surprised emoji]
Zuo Hanyan: "Little darling, she's your future mother-in-law, my mom. What are you plotting?"
Shu Yihan: "You're the one who doesn't believe it. Since you think it's impossible, what are you afraid of?"
Zuo Hanyan thought about it. Getting his mom to wear a qipao didn't seem that hard. But a high-slit or a super-short, hip-hugging qipao, paired with black stockings and high heels... that had a very strong, suggestive vibe. His mom would definitely never wear something like that.
Zuo Hanyan replied with a: [Disdainful emoji]
Zuo Hanyan: "My mom would never wear that. I feel like you're up to something sneaky; otherwise, it's impossible."
Shu Yihan: "If you don't believe it, then take the bet."
Zuo Hanyan: "And what if I win?"
Zuo Hanyan: [Wicked grin emoji]
Shu Yihan: "What are you planning?"
Zuo Hanyan: "Why don't you think about what you'll do if you lose?"
Shu Yihan: "You tell me."
Zuo Hanyan: [Wicked grin emoji]
Shu Yihan: [Smack head emoji]
Shu Yihan: "Say it."
Zuo Hanyan: "I can't think of a good one right now. And even if I did, you probably wouldn't agree."
Shu Yihan: "How would I know if I agree if you don't say it?"
Zuo Hanyan: "Your boyfriend is right next door, and you won't even let me make love to you."
Shu Yihan: "Our parents are here. We can't."
Zuo Hanyan: "So what? The soundproofing in your house is excellent. They won't hear a thing."
Shu Yihan: "You scoundrel. Haven't you had your way with me enough other times?"
Zuo Hanyan: "Alright, alright. I'll think about how to properly have my way with you when I win."
Zuo Hanyan: [Mischievous grin emoji]
Shu Yihan: [Smack head emoji]
Zuo Hanyan: "Goodnight then, little fairy. Love you!"
Shu Yihan: "Goodnight, I love you too!"
Zuo Hanyan closed WeChat and habitually opened Weibo to browse, clicking on Feng Qianhua's profile. Her two most recent posts were about her newly opened gym, called "M-Li Fitness Club," with "M-Li" being the brand name. In the photos, the gym's space and equipment looked high-end and impressive. The description mentioned it was a very popular, modern, intelligent system. In the technologically advanced Hua Empire, many devices were smart and automated.
Scrolling down, there were many photos of Feng Qianhua.
She had become interested in fitness in the last couple of years, which was why she had recently started her own fitness brand. So there were photos of her in workout clothes, especially in high-elasticity leg gings that accentuated her long legs, high waist, and full, perky butt. Her fiery figure was enough to make one's imagination run wild.
There were a few photos of Feng Qianhua and Shu Yihan together, which Zuo Hanyan had already saved on his phone a long time ago.
From the comments below, it seemed many people didn't know the two in the photos were mother and daughter. There were many comments like, "What's your friend's Weibo?" and "Your friend's figure is amazing too."
Comparing their figures in the photos, it was clear that Shu Yihan had developed exceptionally well. In terms of appearance, both were busty with curvy hips, slender waists, and long legs. Especially Shu Yihan's large breasts; compared to her mother Feng Qianhua's, they were perhaps even more impressive. Big, round, and firm. Both had peach-like buttocks. Feng Qianhua's mature backside seemed fuller and more luscious, while Shu Yihan's youthful behind, whether due to genetics or fitness, was fuller and perkier than most girls her age, and also firm and elastic – a fact Zuo Hanyan knew from deep personal experience.
Of course, under every one of Feng Qianhua's Weibo posts that included her own photos, there were always more or less lewd and vulgar comments, and these photos were no exception. One could even see words like "threesome."
After scrolling for a while longer, Zuo Hanyan could feel himself getting a bit aroused. Although it was inappropriate to have improper thoughts about his girlfriend's mother, her face was beautiful and her figure was undeniably stunning. Who could look at her without having any thoughts at all?
Zuo Hanyan closed Weibo and checked WeChat again, clicking on the dorm group chat that had unread messages. He saw a few lines of chat history.
Ma Weimin: "Looks like our Young Master Zuo and Young Master Zhang aren't coming back to the dorm tonight. They must be off getting a room with their girlfriends again."
Ma Weimin: "Sigh, no use being envious. Poor me and Old Li, two single dogs left all alone in the dorm. We even got our asses kicked in our games."
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