[Fantasy] Seeking Beauties in the Harem (Complete) - Chapters 31-32 (End)

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Chapter 12 Women of the Capital

"Is it comfortable, Xin'er, Mommy..."

"Ugh...don't call me Mommy like that..."

"It's not good to call me that, Xin'er..."

"I'm your mother, call me Mommy..."

"After all this with me, you still call me Mommy?"

"You...you bad guy...no matter what, I'm still your mother..."

"Okay, okay, Mommy—let's do it again, okay..."

"No, it hurts all over...besides...besides, you've already...twice..."

"I'm perfectly healthy, you and my sister can come together without me being afraid...oh, don't hit me..."

...

Zheng Yang lay on a bamboo armchair in the courtyard, squinting contentedly at the grapevines overhead. He glanced at his sister busily preparing breakfast in the kitchen, then at his mother washing sheets by the sink. The cool, fresh morning air of Nanshan was exceptionally invigorating; he felt life was so wonderful...

After lying there for a while, he thought about his purpose in returning home. Yes, he was an ambitious man; he couldn't rely on two women to support him. His sister had graduated a year ago and mainly helped their mother with chores. The rest of the time, she worked as a student teacher at the Nanshan Village primary school. Zheng Jingjing loved children, and the children adored this cheerful and talkative older sister. The principal said she would soon be a full-fledged teacher.

After a while, Zheng Yang sat up, walked to a secluded corner of the courtyard, took out the phone he had bought while working part-time in college, and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Zheng Yang? You finally decided to call! I thought you'd forgotten about me."

A surprised voice came from the other end of the phone. Zheng Yang smiled slightly, "Hehe, I could forget anyone but my Sister Lan! I just got home. How have you been lately?"

"You know how to talk. I'm doing alright. Yin Yin is on vacation now, and I'm planning to take her out for some fun. Do you know any good places to go? By the way, did you call me for something?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was pleasant and melodious.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you know any reliable investors. I need to consult you about something."

"Investors? I don't know many. What do you need to consult about?"

"I'm looking for investors to develop tourism and some timber business, but I don't have many connections. So I wanted to ask you for help, Sister Lan. If there's any trouble, just forget it. I'll think of something else—"

Zheng Yang was interrupted by a slightly angry voice on the other end of the phone before he could finish: "What are you saying! Why are you being so polite with me? Do you think I'm an outsider?"

The voice was loud. After a pause, he continued, "You said you want to invest in tourism? It seems your place is very interesting. I'm planning to take Yin Yin there. How about I find an investor to come with us? That way, you can discuss things directly with them. What do you think?"

"That would be perfect! When you come, I'll take care of everything. I guarantee you and Yin Yin will have a great time!"

"Then it's settled, hehe."

"Is Yin Yin being good? By the way, is your injury getting better?"

"She's always been very well-behaved. Her wound is almost healed. Thanks to you that time, I didn't even have a chance to thank you properly. I'll thank you properly when I get there."

"No need, you helped me too. I'll send you the address later, and I'll pick you up."

"Okay."

"Goodbye then." "Are you in such a hurry to say goodbye? Is talking to me annoying?"

"Of course not, I'll chat with you all night when you come."

"You...who...all night with you? I'm hanging up now, beep—"

Sister Lan stammered a little, and hung up before Zheng Yang could reply...

"Ugh, this woman really changes her mind so quickly..."

Zheng Yang helplessly put away his phone. Meanwhile, in a villa in a high-end residential area in Beijing, a woman in pajamas leaned against the headboard with a flushed face. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, making her look somewhat languid. One hand was pressed against her delicate face, and her small mouth was still muttering to herself: "This little rascal is getting more and more wicked..."

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth gradually curved into a beautiful smile. Beside the woman lay a little girl with a round, rosy face, looking like a porcelain doll, about ten years old, irresistibly adorable.

This woman's name was Zhang Lan, the "Sister Lan" Zheng Yang had mentioned, and the little girl was her daughter, Yin Yin. How Zhang Lan and Zheng Yang met was quite simple. When Zheng Yang was a sophomore in college, he was working as a tutor. Zhang Lan learned through a friend that Zheng Yang was a good person and had excellent grades, so she asked him to tutor her elementary school-aged daughter, Yin Yin. She discovered that Zheng Yang was not only excellent at tutoring, but Yin Yin also loved him, and her grades improved steadily. This year, she graduated from elementary school and was admitted to the High School Affiliated to Beijing University.

Zhang Lan admired this young man, Zheng Yang. During his senior year winter break, she specially invited him to spend the Spring Festival together. They even went skiing in a place in Northeast China. Unexpectedly, an accident occurred. Zhang Lan accidentally slipped and fell off the track, crashing into the roadside. In front of her was a broken metal barrier, the broken part pointing directly at her, extremely sharp. At the critical moment, Zheng Yang grabbed Zhang Lan in time. Even so, Zhang Lan's clothes were pierced and her calf was cut by the sharp spikes, while Zheng Yang suffered severe ligament strains in his thigh and arm due to the sudden and violent movement. Zheng Yang took a long time to recover, while Zhang Lan, who was very sensitive about her skin, spent a lot of time and effort healing her wounds.

Zheng Yang didn't know much about Zhang Lan, but he vaguely felt that her family background was not simple. Her husband was often away from home, but Zhang Lan didn't seem to find it strange at all. From the few times he had contact with Zhang Lan's husband, Zheng Yang learned that his name was Qian Wei, 40 years old, but very dignified, giving Zheng Yang a feeling of unfathomable depth, suggesting that he was a person of high status. As for his status, Qian Wei always avoided mentioning it.

However, Qian Wei seemed quite interested in him. During their several conversations, he and Zheng Yang discussed many strange topics, including politics and economics. Qian Wei seemed very interested in his views, subtly implying that he could follow him in the future, but Zheng Yang wasn't sure.

Zheng Yang sought Zhang Lan's help because he was certain she could assist him, but more likely, he trusted Qian Wei's connections. In this society, connections are very important, and Zheng Yang wouldn't foolishly reject any woman's help; he only needed to ensure he could live with his conscience.

Chapter 13: The Charm of Hanging Clothes

After finishing his phone call, Zheng Yang lay back in his armchair, squinting as he thought about the details of what he needed to do. He loved this slightly cool morning; the air in the yard was fresh, carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent. He couldn't help but look towards the source of the fragrance and saw his mother, Liu Xin, hanging up bed sheets. However, the clothesline was a little too high, and Liu Xin, not very tall, was struggling to pull the sheets, her face flushed. Her ample breasts rose and fell with her movements and breaths.

Zheng Yang stood up and walked over lightly. With a simple pull, the sheet immediately straightened obediently. Liu Xin slightly lifted a corner of the sheet on the other side, turned her head, and saw that it was her son helping her. She seemed to remember her disheveled state while hanging clothes, and smiled shyly with her beautiful eyes. A few stray hairs fell loosely across her forehead, making her look so beautiful, even more captivating than a fairy from the celestial palace.

Zheng Yang smiled slightly at his mother, slowly walked over, pulled her to his side, gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, and wiped the sweat from her face.

Liu Xin instinctively shrank back as her son reached out, but after realizing what was happening, she smiled shyly. Zheng Yang's heart fluttered at his mother's appearance, and he lowered his head to kiss her rosy lips. Liu Xin was startled and struggled, but her son held her too tightly, and she couldn't break free. Soon, she was limp in Zheng Yang's arms, her delicate hands somehow climbing up his neck. Her tongue awkwardly responded.

After a while, Zheng Yang released his mother, looking at her rosy face and slightly dazed eyes, feeling very satisfied. He knew this woman belonged to him, and he deeply loved her, this woman who was both his mother and his lover. Liu Xin, feeling shy under Zheng Yang's deep gaze, lowered her head and gently pushed him away, but the corners of her lips involuntarily curled up slightly...

"Yangyang, Mom, breakfast is ready, come and eat!"

Zheng Jingjing's cheerful voice came from the kitchen.

Since her younger brother returned, the smile on her face had never faded. Last night, she and her brother, who had just come home, had shared a long-awaited moment of intimacy, and he had given her that special promise—that single word , "Jing," had kept her heart sweet until now, and would continue to do so…

Zheng Yang glanced at his mother, replied, "Coming," then smiled at her before heading to the kitchen. The mother and son hadn't exchanged a single word since morning, because it was unnecessary; a glance spoke volumes.

Liu Xin also smiled slightly, still so serene.

The three of them ate breakfast while chatting about interesting things. Zheng Jingjing kept asking Zheng Yang about school, and before he could finish, she would launch into stories about their hometown—like how Uncle Wang's cat had given birth to many kittens, how Li Ershuan's dog could swim so well (she thought dogs couldn't swim), and other miscellaneous things. These things themselves weren't particularly interesting, but combined with Zheng Jingjing's talkative mouth and incredibly expressive face, Zheng Yang and Liu Xin couldn't stop laughing.

After dinner, Zheng Yang told Liu Xin that he wanted to go for a walk and also talk to his second uncle about something. Liu Xin naturally didn't object. Zheng Yang took a deep breath as he stepped outside. This step meant he wouldn't look back; he was determined to realize his dream in his hometown. He was filled with confidence.

Thinking about his plans, Zheng Yang walked towards his second uncle's house. His second uncle's house was close to the Nanshan River, surrounded by farmland and vegetable fields. It was right in front of him. From a distance, it looked lush and green, but upon closer inspection, it seemed golden. Zheng Yang knew that was the early rice from some farmers in Nanshan Village, almost ripe.

"Is that Yangyang? Oh, it really is! When did you arrive? Why didn't you visit Aunt Lan's house?"

Zheng Yang was just exclaiming when he heard a surprised voice. He turned around and saw a woman wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a floral pleated skirt that went past her knees. She was carrying a basket with some vegetables and tomatoes in her hand. Her hair was simply tied up and hung diagonally in front of her chest. Against the backdrop of the green mountains and rivers, she looked mature yet simple. Her face was full of smiles, and her eyes were full of surprise as she looked at Zheng Yang. Zheng Yang finally realized that this was his neighbor, Aunt Lan. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, even guilty. He quickly composed himself and replied with a smile, "It's Aunt Lan! I just arrived last night, so I didn't bother you. Hehe, I'll definitely come today. It's been so long! Aunt Lan is even more beautiful now. By the way, how is Tian Tian?"

Liu Xinlan blushed as she listened, inwardly thinking, "This kid is really..."

"It's alright, then we'll have dinner at Aunt Lan's tonight. Aunt Lan will make your favorite green pepper and egg stir-fry. Tian Tian is doing well, she just keeps thinking about you..."

Aunt Lan's voice trailed off as she spoke, as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Great! It's been so long since I've had this. I'm going to have a feast tonight."

"Okay, hey, where are you going?"

"Oh, nothing, just wandering around, going to visit my second uncle."

"You just got back, you should go see him, hurry up."

"Okay, I'm off then, goodbye Aunt Lan."

Zheng Yang waved and continued on his way, but a sense of melancholy lingered in his heart. Liu Xinlan watched Zheng Yang's figure disappear into the distance, her mind in turmoil, her eyes filled with shame and anger, and even a little... gratitude?

What was going on?

Chapter 14 That Night

Zheng Yang recalled that night. It was during his second year of junior high school. He and his sister were already dating, but their classes were full, and they didn't have much time together except on weekends. Moreover, Zheng Yang was still young and a little afraid of his mother, Liu Xin, so he always restrained himself.

That day, his father came home and specially invited several relatives over for dinner, including Liu Xinlan's husband, Yao Dayou, as the two families were already very close. Everyone drank and ate until very late. Later, the men were all quite drunk and couldn't go home, so they had to sleep at their own homes. Zheng Yang was arranged to sleep at Liu Xinlan's house. Zheng Yang helped Liu Xinlan help the drunk Uncle Yao home, and then he slept at Liu Xinlan's house.

Liu Xinlan was only 25 years old at the time, and had been married to her husband, who was 7 years older than her, for five years, but for some reason, she couldn't conceive. She and her husband were embarrassed to go to the hospital and kept putting it off. Although the villagers didn't say anything to her face, they still gossiped behind her back. Liu Xin's family, on the other hand, never said anything. Instead, Liu Xin often comforted Liu Xinlan and told her not to worry, so the two families had a better relationship than usual.

Liu Xinlan finally got her husband to bed and then went to prepare to take a shower and go to sleep. Since everyone was asleep, Liu Xinlan didn't notice that the bathroom door was only half-open. Zheng Yang was also tired, so he slept in the next room. He was woken up by the urge to urinate after a while. Getting up to go to the toilet, he vaguely heard the sound of water and then saw a snow-white body in the half-open door of the bathroom, washing herself with her back to him. Her round, pert buttocks were facing him, and a glimpse of dark skin and a dark red center between her legs was visible. The stimulation jolted Zheng Yang awake. He had already been intimate with his sister, and this blatant temptation made his heart race. Compared to his sister's innocence, the body before him was so mature and alluring. He quickly hid to the side, peeking intently; the urge to urinate had long since subsided.

Liu Xinlan carefully washed herself. The cool water calmed her, but she couldn't help thinking about her worries: why couldn't she get pregnant? Was there something wrong with her stomach, or was there something wrong with Lao Yao? The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Liu Xinlan shook her head, quickly dried herself, and casually put her underwear in the basin to wash in the morning.

Then she left the bathroom to go to sleep.

Zheng Yang didn't dare breathe; he couldn't sleep. He quietly approached the bathroom, quickly urinated, and was about to leave when he saw Aunt Lan's pink panties lying conspicuously in the basin next to him. His hands trembled as he picked them up, inhaling a stimulating fragrance. Instinctively, he pulled out his penis; it was already erect, proudly standing tall. Zheng Yang had never masturbated before and didn't know what to do. He looked at the panties in his hand, and in a moment of excitement, he covered his penis with them. He moved his hand slightly, imagining himself thrusting on Aunt Lan's full, mature, snow-white body. His heart pounded, but his movements were awkward; he couldn't release. What to do? His sister wasn't around, only Aunt Lan... Aunt Lan?

Zheng Yang tiptoed into Aunt Lan's bedroom. He patiently waited for her to fall asleep, until he heard her soft snoring before approaching. His heart pounded even harder. Just now, an idea had popped into his head: while Aunt Lan and Uncle Yao were asleep, and Uncle Yao had drunk too much, he would pretend to be Uncle Yao and get intimate with Aunt Lan! He was terrified that Aunt Lan would find out, but the thought of that alluring body he'd seen in the bathroom was too much for him. At worst, he'd get a scolding from Aunt Lan! He reassured himself.

The light streaming in from the window was dim; he could only see Aunt Lan sleeping outside, her breasts so high and full. Zheng Yang tiptoed over, slowly climbing up to her. Aunt Lan was fast asleep, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. He reached out with trembling hands and carefully pulled up her shirt, revealing her smooth, snow-white abdomen. He pressed his hand against it.

"So soft, so smooth!"

Zheng Yang sighed, unable to resist any longer. He lifted Aunt Lan's clothes up to her chest, revealing two large, snow-white breasts. He carefully leaned over her and began to suckle one of them. "So soft, so fragrant, much better than my sister's,"

Zheng Yang thought excitedly, intensifying his movements.

"Hmm, Lao Yao, why aren't you asleep? It's late, stop..."

Liu Xinlan was awakened by Zheng Yang's actions, speaking lazily with her eyes closed. She assumed her husband had woken up and couldn't resist.

Zheng Yang was terrified, his movements immediately halting. He dared not move an inch. He realized Aunt Lan thought it was her husband, but he dared not make a sound; the voice was different. A thought struck him, and he let out a rough, muffled groan, sounding almost like someone drunk, and revealing a hint of impatience. Zheng Yang waited motionless for Aunt Lan's reply. If she refused, he planned to immediately slip away to the bathroom and make some noise so Aunt Lan would think her husband was using the toilet.

Liu Xinlan didn't want to do it, but hearing a groan, she thought her husband was unhappy. She figured he was drunk and it wouldn't be good for her, so she'd let him do it and go to sleep. So she said, "Sigh, we just finished a couple of days ago, and you want more again. Be quiet, Yangyang is next door. Go to sleep quickly after you're done."

Zheng Yang was overjoyed, even more excited. He imitated a drunkard's rough handling, quickly removing Aunt Lan's clothes. Liu Xinlan just wanted to sleep, so she closed her eyes and cooperated.

Zheng Yang stripped Aunt Lan naked and then took off his own clothes, laying them together so he wouldn't lose them later. This guy, for some reason, was still thinking about cleaning up the mess.

He held his erect penis, rubbed it against Aunt Lan's hot, steaming opening a few times, and then pushed it in.

Chapter 15 Sweet Background

"Ah..."

Liu Xinlan suddenly woke up. Although it was night and she couldn't see anyone, when Zheng Yang inserted himself, she immediately realized it wasn't her husband's thing. It was noticeably harder, and the feeling was distinctly different. Not her husband? She opened her eyes wide and saw that her husband was indeed asleep inside. Who was that on top of him? In the moonlight, the shadow was rather small. She suddenly realized—there were only a few people in the house—could it be Yangyang? Comparing the figures, it must be him. Why was Yangyang like this? She was about to cry out but then forcefully suppressed it. Yangyang was still young; if she cried out and disturbed her husband, Yangyang would be finished. She herself had no children and always treated Yangyang very well. Even now, she was still thinking of Zheng Yang. After thinking for a long time, she finally sighed and let Yangyang do as he pleased.

Zheng Yang was startled by Aunt Lan's cry. After waiting a moment and finding no further movement, he tried to move. He felt that Aunt Lan's inside was warm and cozy, and the flesh inside enveloped him, giving him a different kind of stimulation than his sister's tightness. He couldn't help but increase his movements, humming indistinctly, "Ah... Aunt Lan... you're so hot and comfortable inside, mmm... I like it so much..."

Liu Xinlan originally thought that Yangyang was just a child and would finish in a while. Who knew that Yangyang's thing not only went in faster and faster, but also got a little bigger. She suddenly realized that Yangyang's thing was no less than her husband's, and much harder. Gradually, she couldn't help but become aroused. Looking at the dark figure before her and listening to his murmurs, she was absolutely certain it was Yangyang. Her long legs gradually wrapped around Zheng Yang's lower back, her delicate hands involuntarily encircling his neck, while she moaned softly, "Ah... Dayou, husband, you're so amazing today... ah..."

Zheng Yang became even more excited by Aunt Lan's moans. He assumed she was half-asleep, and hearing her call his name made him inexplicably jealous, so he thrust even harder.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... ah..." Zheng Yang thrust rapidly, his head buried in Aunt Lan's chest, greedily sucking. Aunt Lan pressed him firmly against her chest, her hips moving rapidly. Zheng Yang felt himself about to ejaculate. He lifted his head, hoisted Aunt Lan's legs onto his not-so-broad shoulders, tightened his buttocks, and thrust rapidly like a pile driver...

"Ah..."

Finally, Zheng Yang felt a tingling sensation in his back and ejaculated.

Liu Xinlan felt a stream of hot semen shoot into her uterus. She was about to let Yangyang pull it out, but suddenly the word "pregnancy" popped into her mind. Inexplicably, she squeezed Zheng Yang's legs tightly together, as if she were squeezing her hope. She trembled all over from the heat of this hope, her mind became confused, and she murmured to herself, "Yangyang... baby... my baby..."

After ejaculating, Zheng Yang lay on Aunt Lan for a while before carefully getting up. He'd done something wrong and needed to slip away quickly. He grabbed his own clothes from the bedside and put them on, then hastily altered Aunt Lan's clothes and covered her with a blanket, hoping she wouldn't be discovered the next morning. Uncle Yao had to get up early to irrigate the fields, so even if he'd been drinking, it wouldn't make much difference. He hoped Aunt Lan wouldn't find out…

Hearing Zheng Yang finally leave the bedroom, Liu Xinlan sat up, looking at the door and muttering to herself, "Sigh, whatever, let's just pretend it was a dream…"

Feeling a continued warmth in her lower body, as if something was flowing, she suddenly covered herself with her hand, hurriedly found her underwear, and put it on. After dressing, Liu Xinlan lay on the bed. She glanced at her husband beside her; he was fast asleep, snoring loudly.

She turned her head to look out the window. A crescent moon was slowly emerging from behind the dark clouds. Liu Xinlan gently stroked her belly with both hands, her eyes gradually closing, her mouth murmuring indistinctly, "...baby...nanny...Yangyang..."

After a while, a faint smile appeared on her lips, as if she had dreamt of something that made her happy. That smile was so beautiful...

After that night, Zheng Yang got up early the next morning. In fact, he hadn't slept much, having been worried the whole time. He only managed to doze off for a short while until dawn. Hearing the rooster crow, he immediately got up and called out loudly outside Aunt Lan's bedroom, "Aunt Lan, I'm going back!"

"Why so early? Have some breakfast before you go back..."

Aunt Lan's gentle voice came from outside, seemingly without any sign of anything amiss.

"No need, I'm leaving, Aunt Lan."

Zheng Yang quickly ran out the door.

Liu Xinlan sat on the bed for a while, lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking. After a while, she laughed self-deprecatingly, "What am I thinking? Yangyang is still a child, how could I let him..."

But she didn't finish her sentence.

In the following days, Zheng Yang avoided Aunt Lan, but secretly observed her until he was sure she was alright.

Liu Xinlan, though inwardly mocking herself for her overthinking that morning, inexplicably refused to be intimate with her husband. Two months later, Zheng Yang's mother, Liu Xin, noticed she was always smiling, and when asked, Liu Xinlan blushed deeply…

Eight months later, Tian Tian was born…

Chapter 16: Second Aunt and Flower.

Tian Tian's birth overjoyed Liu Xinlan and her husband. They doted on her, providing her with everything she needed. Yao Dayou, in particular, would boast to everyone, "Isn't my daughter beautiful? Look how much her eyes resemble mine…"

Liu Xinlan, however, always had a flicker in her eyes when Yao Dayou said this, simply smiling and looking down at her daughter. I don't know what she was thinking...

Tian Tian grew up, becoming more and more adorable and beautiful. Liu Xinlan's family were farmers, and before Tian Tian was born, they lived a comfortable life. However, after Tian Tian's birth, Yao Dayou's extreme doting made their finances increasingly strained. Looking at Tian Tian's rosy cheeks and innocent big eyes, Yao Dayou made a tough decision. He couldn't let his daughter suffer. Finally, when Tian Tian was three years old, he joined a construction team in a neighboring town. This team built houses, and the pay was good. The downside was that they started work early, and he had to live and eat with the team members outside, only able to go home occasionally. Yao Dayou hesitated for a long time because he couldn't bear to leave his daughter. ...

Her thoughts gradually blurred, and scenes from the past flashed through Liu Xinlan's mind like a movie. Watching Zheng Yang's figure slowly disappear, Liu Xinlan's eyes were filled with complex emotions, her heart a jumble of thoughts. Her rosy lips were tightly pressed together. Finally, she sighed, turned, and slowly walked away…

As Zheng Yang walked towards his second uncle's house, he also thought about Aunt Lan, whom he had once taken advantage of. He had acted recklessly in his youth, and now, facing Aunt Lan, he felt a pang of guilt. Yet, thinking of the mature yet beautiful woman he had just seen, a surge of heat rose within him.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts, Zheng Yang's eyes gradually hardened. He still had many important things to do!

His gaze swept across the row of houses built with the distinctive gray-green stone of Nanshan, which looked beautiful in the soft morning sunlight, seemingly blending seamlessly with everything in Nanshan. "The people of Nanshan are all born stonemasons and carpenters!"

That saying was indeed true.

Zheng Yang sighed inwardly. Four years had passed, and so much had changed. Yes, everything was changing… Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but smile. "Hehe, the pear trees in front of Uncle's house are still there. I wonder if the pears are still as sweet?"

Thinking this, he strode over.

Behind the two tall pear trees was a two-story house with gray-green walls. The front door was painted snow-white. In front of the door was a small, semi-circular courtyard. A woman in a light green patterned sleeveless cheongsam was bending over, looking at something in front of a simple flower bed surrounded by stones. Her slender figure was perfectly outlined by the semi-tight cheongsam, and her pert buttocks were turned towards the courtyard gate. Zheng Yang stood there, somewhat stunned. From this angle, he could see the woman's beautiful figure perfectly. He unconsciously walked over and stopped about ten feet away from her.

"It's getting hotter and hotter lately, and the flowers are getting a bit dry. Should we put up a sunshade?"

the woman murmured to herself.

"No need. Flowers have their own way of life. Forcing them to be protected will only disrupt their balance."

"Ah—"

The woman's face paled. She reflexively turned around and took two steps back, only to bump into a bucket behind her. Just as she was about to fall, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm. She turned around and found herself in someone's arms.

"Second Aunt, I know you're happy to see me, but this is a bit too much."

Zheng Yang looked down at the woman in his arms. Her naturally alluring eyes still held fear, and her small mouth was panting heavily, causing her large breasts to heave violently.

"Are you Yangyang? Why didn't you say anything when you came? You scared me to death! You, help me up..."

This woman was Zheng Yang's second aunt, Yang Yun. She finally realized what was happening and couldn't help but scold Zheng Yang. Suddenly, she noticed that their posture was strange, her face flushed, and she said softly,

"Oh, I forgot if you hadn't mentioned it. Second Aunt, you're so heavy! Ah, don't pinch me, I was just kidding. Second Aunt, you're as light as Tian Tian."

Zheng Yang couldn't resist teasing her, which naturally earned him a slap from Yang Yun...

"I told you not to talk nonsense..."

Speaking of Yang Yun, she was actually considered a "weirdo" in Nanshan. Yang Yun was a college graduate who moved in with Zheng Yang's family from outside the mountains. Yang Yun was quiet and loved reading since childhood. In college, she rarely went out shopping or playing games with her roommates. She usually stayed in her dormitory listening to music and reading or going to the library. Later, she forgot her book on a bench by the lake on campus and was found by Zheng Yang's second uncle, Zheng Weiqiang, which led to their acquaintance. Yang Yun was a person who believed in fate and loved romance. She was also beautiful, and Zheng Weiqiang was young and graceful at the time, a gentleman's ideal woman. The two naturally began dating, fell in love, and eventually got married. Later, for some unknown reason, Zheng Yang's family moved to Nanshan, and Yang Yun naturally moved with them. But

let's leave that aside for now. When Yang Yun saw Zheng Yang arrive, she led her nephew into the house, saying, "Your second uncle went to see the village chief about something concerning the road. He'll be back soon. Have you had breakfast? Should I get you something to eat?"

"No need, I've already eaten. By the way, I saw the pear tree in front of the yard is still there. Do you have any pears picked?"

"Yes, plenty! Your sister Ru and Xiao Fei are tired of them, so they've saved them all. I'll get you some. Take them back to your mother and Jingjing to try."

Yang Yun said, taking the pears away.

The "sister Ru" and "Xiao Fei" Yang Yun referred to were her daughter and son, Zheng Yang's cousins, Zheng Ru and Zheng Fei. Zheng Ru worked at the county television station as an announcer, and Zheng Fei was still a sophomore in college.

"I'll put it in a bag for you, so you can take it later."

While Zheng Yang was still thinking, his aunt Yang Yun came out, carrying a bag in one hand and another pear in the other, dripping wet, clearly already washed.

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Zheng Yang said, reaching out to take it. His fingers brushed against Yang Yun's soft, smooth hand. He took the pear without a word and took a bite.

"Delicious, so sweet!"

Yang Yun paused slightly, glancing at Zheng Yang. Seeing him squinting and exaggeratedly eating the pear, she couldn't help but laugh, "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you. Your sister Ru won't be on vacation for another month. Xiao Fei called a few days ago saying he won't be coming for summer vacation, he has to do part-time jobs and stuff. You've been taking care of him, he hasn't come home for four years, you really have the heart to do that."

Yang Yun sat opposite Zheng Yang, glaring at him fiercely.

"Hehe..."

Zheng Yang chuckled awkwardly, remembering Xiao Fei who used to follow him around like a subordinate. It was indeed his influence.

"It's good for him to get some exercise."

"You're exercising outside, but don't you know your family is worried? You rarely call, you probably don't even remember who your family is."

As she spoke, her eyes dimmed, and her voice trembled.

"Second Aunt, you—"

Zheng Yang was stunned. He didn't know why his second aunt's emotions had changed so drastically, but seeing her sad appearance, he felt a pang of heartache, as if this woman had many untold troubles.

"Second Aunt, I saw you have orchids in your yard. Do you like orchids?"

Zheng Yang didn't know how to comfort her, so he tried to change the subject. Sure enough, Yang Yun immediately adjusted her mood upon hearing this, looking very interested.

There was some gratitude in her eyes; she knew Zheng Yang was trying to distract her from her sadness.

"Yes, do you know how to grow them? Last year I grew a few pots, but they either didn't bloom or withered. I don't know why."

Yang Yun was indeed an oddball in Nanshan. Probably no one else in Nanshan Village grew flowers except her, but there was a reason for that. Yang Yun is a very emotional person, as evidenced by her love of reading. After arriving in Nanshan Village, she didn't feel out of place; on the contrary, she loved it. Nanshan truly is a paradise.

She loved its tranquility and beauty. Her only worry was the lack of people she could connect with. Her husband, Zheng Weiqiang, was an honest and straightforward man, but to put it bluntly, he had a bit low emotional intelligence. Yang Yun had initially chosen him because of his sincerity, and they married by some semblance of fate. However, after marriage, she felt they had less and less in common. Although Zheng Weiqiang treated her very well, she rarely had to do anything, especially farm work, which allowed her to enjoy tending to flowers and plants and reading. The only person she truly connected with here was Zheng Yang's mother, Liu Xin, so visits between their families were frequent.

Although Zheng Yang didn't understand everything perfectly, he was a very mature person and observed things more carefully than most. He quickly connected the dots and felt a deep sympathy for the woman before him; her situation seemed like she was emotionally isolated. "I want to enrich her inner world..."

This thought suddenly flashed through Zheng Yang's mind, and his heart pounded with excitement...

"Don't you know either? But you were talking so confidently outside just now..."

Yang Yun, seeing Zheng Yang's silence, assumed he didn't know either and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"No, I was recalling some knowledge. Hehe, I do know a little about flowers. The one you're growing is a Cymbidium ensifolium variety, also called the Four Seasons Orchid, meaning it's available year-round. Yours is a Summer Orchid. This variety is very resilient, unaffected by heat or cold."

"Then why did it wither? I water it frequently."

Seeing Zheng Yang's seemingly knowledgeable demeanor, Yang Yun eagerly asked again.

"There are probably two reasons why your flowers died. One is that you planted them too sparsely. Orchids should be planted in clusters of at least 3 to 5 plants. Too few plants will hinder their growth. The other, and most important, problem is with your watering. The flowers died from being soaked. Do you think this is a bath?"

"Um... what should I do?"

Yang Yun blushed and stammered, looking down.

"It's okay, I'll help you adjust it. You need to..."

Zheng Yang was about to speak when he suddenly heard laughter from outside.

Chapter 17 You're So Stupid!

"Haha, Zheng Yang's here? You've been waiting anxiously, haven't you? Haha..."

It was Zheng Yang's second uncle, Zheng Weiqiang, who had returned. A middle-aged man, about 1.8 meters tall, was carrying a file folder, smiling broadly. His stubble was quite dark, but his eyes were bright and piercing as he strode over.

"Who's waiting for you? Yangyang and I were talking about something really important. Yangyang, ignore him, let's continue..."

Yang Yun was waiting for Zheng Yang to give a solution when she was interrupted. Even her husband wasn't being patient.

"Ah, you two are discussing something? What is it?"

Zheng Weiqiang was a little embarrassed. He was always the weaker party in front of Yang Yun. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking quite comical.

"What's it to you?"

"Second Uncle is back? Hehe, it's nothing, Second Aunt. Anyway, it's hard to explain all at once. I'll come over and help you with it myself tomorrow."

Zheng Yang smiled and smoothed things over.

"Okay, then come early tomorrow, or it'll be too late if something goes wrong."

Yang Yun carefully instructed, "You two talk first, I'll go get some vegetables. Yangyang will eat here for lunch."

She then rolled her eyes at Zheng Weiqiang, but a smile played on her lips. She wore a cheongsam, her face still charming and beautiful. Looking at Yang Yun's smile, Zheng Yang felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

Zheng Weiqiang clearly knew his wife wasn't angry anymore, and he laughed a few more times.

"Haha, good, come on, Yangyang, you haven't been back for four years, let's have a good talk, you and I."

"Okay."

...

The two talked for a long time, and Zheng Yang brought up the important matter at the right time.

"You said you want to develop Nanshan Village and open the Nanshan Timber Factory?"

Zheng Weiqiang frowned as he spoke, worried that Zheng Yang was being overly ambitious, after all, this was no small matter and required a large sum of money.

"Have you considered the details? This isn't a simple matter. We need to mobilize the villagers of Nanshan Village, have a comprehensive plan, and most importantly, you don't have the funds."

"I drafted the plan two years ago, and it's almost complete now. Don't worry about the funding, Uncle; I'll handle it. As for mobilization, I think if our project can significantly improve everyone's living standards, I believe everyone will agree to something that only has benefits and no drawbacks. Of course, you'll still need to coordinate related matters with the village chief." "The old village chief

is an old fogey. I talked to him this morning about raising funds to build the road, and he kept making excuses and wouldn't give a definite answer."

"How about this: tell him we can provide half the funds, on the condition that he helps mobilize everyone to cooperate with our development plan. I believe he won't refuse."

Zheng Yang hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said.

"Half the funds? Where would we get that much money?"

Zheng Weiqiang was surprised.

"I'll get it, Uncle; don't worry,"

Zheng Yang replied calmly.

"You? Ah, it seems you haven't just been studying these past few years. Okay, I'll give it a try... But you absolutely must secure the funding, otherwise things will get really messy. Also, let me see your business plan; I need to study it carefully. We can discuss any further issues later."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle. Don't worry, I'm confident."

Zheng Yang was very grateful; his uncle had always been very kind to him since childhood.

"If your uncle doesn't help you, who will? Hehe." "What are you two talking about, laughing so happily? Are you done? It's time to eat; it's already noon."

Yang Yun came out of the kitchen. She had changed her clothes, wearing a loose purple women's blouse and knee-length shorts, with an apron around her neck. Her hair was casually curled, looking fresh and charming.

"Finished talking? Let's eat. Haha, come on, serve the food."

Zheng Weiqiang said with a smile, standing up and putting his hands on Yang Yun's shoulders, pushing her towards the kitchen.

"Why are you backing away? The child's here. You're acting like an elder."

"Haha, Yangyang isn't an outsider..."

Watching the two laugh and joke as they headed to the kitchen, Zheng Yang smiled faintly...

Zheng Yang enjoyed his meal at his second uncle's house. He hadn't felt this happy in a long time; he had witnessed too much during his four years away. Before returning, he was worried that the people in his hometown might feel alienated because he hadn't been back for four years, that they might be so pragmatic...

This was one of the reasons he hesitated to come back, though not the most important one... As Zheng Yang walked home, recalling some distant memories, his eyes suddenly filled with sorrow, as if he saw a distant place, a red that filled his vision. He suddenly stopped, kneeling on his right knee, pressing his hands tightly against his chest. If someone looked from below, they would see his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins in his neck were bulging—it was astonishing!

After a while, he calmed down, but his back was completely soaked. He slowly stood up, his eyes regaining their clarity, but he looked very tired.

"Still not working? Sigh..."

he muttered to himself...

He slowly walked home, gradually returning to his morning state, still energetic, smiling faintly, as if the scene just now was an illusion. But the deep hole formed by the sunken soil where he had knelt remained quietly there... Perhaps this was the reason he hesitated to return.

After eating at his second uncle's house, Zheng Yang went to his aunt Liu Mei's house, only to find that his aunt had gone to the city to buy clothes.

Zheng Yang's uncle, Liu Xin's older brother Liu Wei, didn't live in Nanshan Village but in the city. His aunt said she would stay overnight at her uncle's house.

Zheng Yang's father, Zheng Weilun, was not home. Also absent were Zheng Yang's third aunt, Zheng Yu, and his youngest aunt, Zheng Lin. Liu Xin mentioned that Zheng Yang's father, Zheng Weilun, and his three aunts worked together, but the specifics were unclear, suggesting a complicated arrangement.

Another relative of Zheng Yang, his aunt Liu Xin's younger sister Liu Fei, went to study in the United States after being admitted to university, and they only kept in touch by phone. It was unknown what she did there.

In total, Zheng Yang's relatives living in Nanshan Village were: his second uncle, Zheng Weiqiang, and second aunt, Yang Yun; his aunt, Liu Mei; and his uncle, Zhou Liang. Zhou Liang was the mayor of Nanshan Town, and it was said that his relationship with his aunt was somewhat strained, and they were separated. Zhou Liang lived in the town, while Liu Mei lived in Nanshan Village with her son, Zhou Xiaojie, not far from his second uncle's house.

There were also his uncle, Liu Wei, and aunt, Yang Qin, who lived in the city. It's worth mentioning that his aunt, Yang Qin, and second aunt, Yang Yun, are sisters; it's unclear what fate brought these two sisters together with Zheng Yang's family.

Zheng Yang walked home, head down, lost in thought, when suddenly someone blocked his way. Without thinking, he tried to walk around them, but the person moved with him. He tried to go around to the other side, but the person blocked his way again. Zheng Yang was furious. He looked up, ready to yell, but stopped himself when he saw who it was.

"Hehe, Brother Yang, you're so clumsy!"

A clear, melodious voice rang out.

"You? Tian Tian!"

Zheng Yang looked at the little girl in front of him. She was about ten years old, only about 1.2 meters tall, with delicate, pretty features, big, bright eyes, and wearing a white princess dress. She was incredibly cute, smiling at him with her big mouth open. It was Liu Xinlan's daughter, Tian Tian.

"Tian Tian has grown so much! Brother Yang can't carry her anymore!"

Zheng Yang happily picked up Tian Tian, giving her a quick kiss on her rosy cheek, and joked.

"Who said that? Tian Tian is very light. Mommy says it's bad for girls to be fat. Tian Tian isn't fat!"

Tian Tian immediately pouted.

"Yes, Tian Tian is light...hehe." "Brother Yang, Mom told me you came back last night, why didn't you come to see Tian Tian?"

Tian Tian asked Zheng Yang with her big eyes.

"Because Tian Tian has to go to bed early at night, and Brother Yang woke you up..."

"Oh, Brother Yang is so nice! Brother Yang, Mom said you're coming to my house for dinner tonight, is that true?"

"Yes, is Tian Tian welcome?"

"Tian Tian is very welcome, Mom's cooking is so delicious, Brother Yang will definitely like it."

...

Zheng Yang carried Tian Tian home, leaving behind a trail of laughter and cheerful voices...

Chapter 18 Lobster Meat Strips

Nanshan is beautiful. Lying on its side to the south of the village, the golden afterglow of the setting sun spills into the forests of Nanshan. The small river at the foot of the mountain flows slowly. From afar, Nanshan is like a beautiful mother radiating maternal light, nourishing generations of Nanshan with its nourishing milk, so peaceful, so tranquil.

Zheng Yang had always considered his mother, Liu Xin, to be his Nanshan (a metaphor for a steadfast and supportive figure). She was so serene, so maternal, so kind.

Throughout Zheng Yang's childhood, Liu Xin played almost every role that could help him: mother, teacher, close friend, gentle older sister, even a spoiled younger sister and a mischievous girl. In Liu Xin's own words, "Yangyang, I've grown up alongside you." Indeed, Liu Xin played different roles at different stages of Zheng Yang's life, just like growing up together.

"Perhaps this is a common trait among all mothers,"

Zheng Yang murmured to himself. He lay leisurely in a grand chair under the grapevines in the yard, smiling as he watched his mother busy in the kitchen. Her tight apron outlined the soft lines of her body, undulating gracefully. As he watched, a proud yet slightly wicked smile gradually appeared on Zheng Yang's lips. He firmly said to himself, "Now, I'll be your Nanshan." "

Mom, Aunt Lan invited me to her place for dinner tonight,"

Zheng Yang said, getting up as he walked to the kitchen door. Unlike the average villager's home, Zheng Yang's kitchen was quite stylish. The stove and sink were constructed with clean white tiles and stainless steel, and a vacuum cleaner hung in the wall. A small cellar wafted from the back of the kitchen, emanating a rich, mellow aroma of alcohol.

"Ah, why aren't you saying anything again? It's okay, go ahead. Aunt Lan has been missing you for so long, and Tian Tian has been talking about you a lot."

Liu Xin, timid as ever, turned around, instinctively raising her hands to her chest, and said coquettishly. She sighed in relief and casually agreed, but then glanced at the glistening red lobsters in the pot, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

Zheng Yang saw this and smiled. "Oh, what smells so good? Wow, lobster! I knew it! I'll try some."

He reached out.

"Hey, you haven't washed your hands yet! Let me do it."

Liu Xin quickly stepped forward, grabbing a large lobster with her delicate hands.

"The meat in the tail of this lobster is the most tender. Be careful with the heat when frying it, or it won't be good. You probably haven't eaten much outside. Here, have a taste—"

Liu Xin said softly as she peeled the shell. Soon, she had a long, round strip of tender meat in her hand.

"Hehe, okay," Zheng Yang said with a smile as he watched Liu Xin's hand reach for her mouth. He took it in one bite, but he went a little overboard and swallowed the upper half of Liu Xin's index finger as well. "Oh dear,

you're not even watching, you're in such a hurry to eat, why don't you open your mouth?"

Zheng Yang didn't say anything, but stepped forward, stretched out his arms, and pulled Liu Xin's slender waist into his embrace.

"Hmm... what are you doing? My apron is dirty."

Liu Xin blushed, her left hand resting against Zheng Yang's broad, firm chest. She looked up at Zheng Yang with a coquettish expression, a strand of hair sticking to the corner of her mouth, her rosy lips strangely alluring.

Zheng Yang didn't speak, only gazing affectionately at the woman in his arms. He had already swallowed the shrimp meat in his mouth, but still wouldn't open it. Instead, he curled his tongue around Liu Xin's soft index finger and licked it.

"Mmm...don't...it's dirty...mmm," Liu Xin murmured, her eyes gradually welling with tears. She pushed against Zheng Yang's hand and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, panting softly.

Zheng Yang held Liu Xin's waist with one hand, quickly grabbing another shrimp from the pot with the other. Finally, he released her, leaving glistening, sticky sap on Liu Xin's index finger.

"Mom, peel one more for me," Liu Xin said coquettishly, giving Zheng Yang a sidelong glance. She took the shrimp from his hand, and soon another shrimp strip was ready. Just as Liu Xin was about to feed it to Zheng Yang, he stopped her with his hand, pushing the strip towards her mouth. Liu Xin smiled and looked at Zheng Yang.

"At least you still have some conscience," she said, parting her red lips slightly and sticking out her delicate tongue to eat the shrimp meat. Suddenly, her body tensed, and she looked up to see Zheng Yang's mouth covering hers.

"Mmm...uh..."

Zheng Yang smiled, his tongue swirling in Liu Xin's mouth while he looked at her surprised and shy eyes. He held Liu Xin tightly in his arms, and she gasped for breath, her body gradually softening in Zheng Yang's embrace. Her small mouth slowly met his, the shrimp meat meat being moistened by the mixture of their saliva before Zheng Yang finally put it into Liu Xin's mouth, which she reluctantly swallowed.

"Yangyang, Mom, I'm back! Where are you?"

Zheng Jingjing's clear voice came from the yard.

"In the kitchen—"

Liu Xin quickly pushed Zheng Yang away, hurriedly tidied up, and returned with a flushed face.

"Hey, you're all here. What are you eating? Your mouths are all greasy."

Zheng Jingjing skipped into the kitchen and saw her younger brother and mother with greasy mouths. At that moment, the setting sun shone on Liu Xin's face, but Zheng Jingjing didn't notice her mother's blush.

"Ah, lobster! Great! You guys sneaked some while I wasn't back! I don't care, you'll each get one less later, no, two less, ah, no, three less..."

Zheng Jingjing exclaimed dramatically, already peeling a lobster as she spoke.

"It's all yours. Your brother's going to Aunt Lan's tonight," Liu Xin said with a smile.

"Going to Aunt Lan's? Then all of these are mine!"

Zheng Jingjing jumped up high.

"Leave some for me! No way, I want to eat as much as I can now."

Zheng Yang said, quickly reaching out and grabbing his sister's hand. Zheng Jingjing realized that the lobster was already in Zheng Yang's mouth, with a part sticking out and shrinking back in.

"Ah—Mom, look, my brother, he's eating my meat!"

Zheng Jingjing stomped her feet in frustration after her brother snatched the lobster, throwing a tantrum at Liu Xin. Liu Xin smiled but just shook her head, giving Zheng Yang a sidelong glance. Perhaps Zheng Jingjing's words, "eat my meat," reminded her of how her son had just "eaten" her own "meat"—it was still moving.

Seeing that his mother wasn't helping his sister, Zheng Yang became even more smug, shaking his head and humming a tune. He simply refused to swallow the meat strip that wasn't in his mouth, displaying an arrogant attitude that infuriated Zheng Jingjing. She pounced on Zheng Yang, opening her small red mouth and biting into the meat strip. Liu Xin's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening.

Zheng Yang's heart also skipped a beat, but he quickly recovered. "You brought this to me yourself, hehe." He reached out and hugged his sister, who was trying to back away, then opened his mouth, released the shrimp meat, and stuck his tongue into her mouth.

"Mmm..."

Zheng Jingjing's eyes widened. She regretted her actions as soon as she made them. Her mother was watching, but her brother was actually...

Since Zheng Yang had already done it, he wasn't afraid of being seen. His mouth was pressed against his sister's, his tongue swirling inside her mouth, while his eyes were fixed on his mother beside him, a playful glint in them. Liu Xin felt guilty under Zheng Yang's gaze. Remembering how she and her son had eaten shrimp earlier, her face flushed. She glared at Zheng Yang, then silently lowered her head and walked out of the kitchen.

Zheng Jingjing watched her mother leave in surprise, but her excitement quickly turned to arousal. This was the first time the siblings had openly kissed in front of their mother, and she hadn't objected. Although her mother knew about their relationship, she outwardly forbade them to be too unrestrained. But now that her mother wasn't objecting, did that mean they could do whatever they wanted from now on? Zheng Jingjing grew increasingly excited, her arms tightly wrapped around her brother's neck, passionately responding to his kiss.

A question flashed through her mind: why was there oil on her mother's back? But it was immediately overwhelmed by the desire aroused by her brother's actions.

"Mmm...uh..."

The siblings were lost in their passionate kiss. Liu Xin, standing outside the kitchen, glanced back, her face flushed, and sighed, lost in thought.

(11-08

Chapter 19: Don't you like sleeping with Tian Tian?)

The sky darkened, and the streetlights came on.

"Giggle...giggle..."

A light, melodious laugh drifted from Aunt Lan's house.

In Liu Xinlan's living room, Zheng Yang and Tian Tian were sitting, with Aunt Lan seated at the head of the table for Zheng Yang.

"Tian Tian, time to eat. Why listen to stories while you're eating? Yang-gege will tell you later. Eat now."

"No, I want to know what happened to Yang-gege's classmate who didn't bring any money for lunch, brother, tell me—"

Tian Tian pouted.

"Later...later he had to call me. I secretly went to pay, then secretly slipped back to school, and only then called him to say I paid, making him worry for over an hour for nothing."

"Giggle...brother, you're so naughty..." Tian

Tian slapped the table with a laugh.

Liu Xinlan smiled and gave Zheng Yang a charmingly reproachful look.

"Alright, the jokes are over. Brother's hungry, and Sweetie's time to eat too."

"Okay, let's eat!"

Soon, the dishes were ready, a very lavish spread, all local specialties from Nanshan, and Zheng Yang's favorites. He'd eaten at Liu Xinlan's house many times before.

"Yangyang, try some. These are all your old favorites. I wonder if you still like them now."

Aunt Lan smiled at Zheng Yang. Liu Xinlan was wearing a spaghetti-strap long dress tonight, her high breasts clearly visible. Her hair, freshly washed and not completely dry, smelled sweet. Her face was flawless, slightly rosy, with barely visible crow's feet. She exuded a mature beauty, her eyes softly fixed on Zheng Yang.

"Mmm, delicious. Aunt Lan's cooking is always delicious,"

Zheng Yang said with a smile as he ate.

"Brother's flattering Mom, hehe..."

Sweetie, who was eating, pouted and said, then laughed, her big eyes curving like the moon.

"Why are you using such foul language while eating? I've never seen you flatter your mother before!"

Liu Xinlan scolded Tian Tian, then realized her words were inappropriate and blushed. She secretly glanced at Zheng Yang, only to see him smiling at her, making her blush even more. She quickly lowered her head and ate.

"Mommy said it too, Mommy, your face is so red, are you hot?" Tian Tian

said innocently.

"Don't talk so much while eating."

Liu Xinlan glared at Tian Tian, who shrank back and ate quickly. Aunt Lan's face glowed with a soft light, her eyes full of love. Under the warm yellow light, her maternal radiance and mature feminine charm were undeniable, leaving Zheng Yang speechless and stunned.

Liu Xinlan noticed Zheng Yang staring blankly at her, her heart skipped a beat, her face flushed even more, yet a sweet feeling welled up inside

her. She gave Zheng Yang a flirtatious glance and whispered, almost to herself, "What are you looking at, you idiot..." Zheng Yang snapped out of his daze and immediately lowered his head to eat, remaining silent, only occasionally glancing up at Liu Xinlan, which Aunt Lan noticed each time.

Dinner was finished in a harmonious yet ambiguous atmosphere.

After dinner, Liu Xinlan cleaned up the dishes and sat at the table with Tian Tian, chatting and laughing with Zheng Yang.

Zheng Yang recounted many amusing stories from his life over the past few years, making Tian Tian giggle incessantly. Liu Xinlan listened intently, feeling she hadn't laughed as much in years as she had tonight.

When Tian Tian was almost sleepy, Zheng Yang said it was time to go home, but Tian Tian stubbornly refused, clinging to Zheng Yang's neck and refusing to let go, no matter what Liu Xinlan said.

Looking at Tian Tian clinging to his neck, her big, watery eyes softening, Zheng Yang's heart softened.

"Sweetie, your brother brought you a present. Come with me to get it, okay?"

He thought that once she got the present, she wouldn't keep me hanging on. Kids are easy to coax.

"A present? Okay, brother, take Sweetie to get your present quickly."

Liu Xinlan understood Zheng Yang's intention, so they went out together. It was dark at night, and Sweetie would definitely be scared coming home alone. She smiled at Zheng Yang, and when she heard him say he bought a present for Tiantian, her heart warmed. "Whether he knows or not, he's still so good to Sweetie, isn't he..." But for some reason, she felt a pang of sadness. She didn't even have a present, and her eyes held a hint of resentment. But with her back to him, he couldn't see, and Liu Xinlan mentally scolded herself, "How old am I, still jealous of my daughter..."

But both Liu Xinlan and Zheng Yang underestimated how clingy Sweetie was to Zheng Yang. After getting the present, she actually pulled Zheng Yang and said, "Brother, sleep with Sweetie tonight and tell me a story!"

"Sweetie, brother is very tired. Can brother sleep at home?"

Liu Xinlan tried to persuade him helplessly.

"Sweetie's bed is so comfortable. It will be very comfortable for you to sleep there, Brother Yang. Don't you like sleeping with Sweetie? You used to sleep with Sweetie when we were little." Sweetie's

eyes were brimming with tears.

Oh no, where did this girl learn to use such a self-pitying tactic? Did she learn it from her sister? Thinking of this, Zheng Yang looked at his sister sitting in the living room, but saw her looking at him with a resentful expression. This girl, I didn't feed her enough last night...

Zheng Yang thought helplessly, then looked at Liu Xin. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with Sweetie, but he wanted to spend the night with Liu Xin and his sister, after all, they hadn't seen each other for four years.

Liu Xin sat on the other side of the table with a smile, not saying anything, but her meaning was already very clear. Sigh, I'll sleep with Sweetie tonight.

"Of course I like to sleep with Sweetie. How about I tell you a story tonight?"

"Okay! You're so good, Brother! *smack*"

She said, kissing Zheng Yang's cheek, the sound of which could be heard even on the main road outside.

"Yangyang, you—"

Liu Xinlan's eyes were filled with surprise, gratitude, and a hint of shyness and sweetness, a complex mix.

"Aunt Lan, it's been a long time since I've seen Tiantian, and it's been just as long since I've seen you, Aunt Lan. Hehe." Zheng Yang chuckled, his eyes making Aunt Lan's heart skip a beat. She turned to greet Liu Xin and then walked out with Zheng Yang. The two families were already very familiar with each other, so there was no need to be too polite.

Zheng Yang carried the gift for Tiantian, holding her as he went out. He could clearly feel his sister's resentful gaze and his mother's slightly disappointed mood.

Chapter 20 Kissing Game

"Brother, tell me another one! That story was so funny! Your teacher's eyesight is so bad, he couldn't even see her when the students took off their glasses, hehe..."

In the cool night, a string of wind chimes-like laughter came from a slightly old house, as if the insects and birds of Nanshan were attracted by the light and melodious sound, and all fell silent.

Zheng Yang looked helplessly at Tian Tian, whose eyes were wide open in his arms, then smiled wryly at Aunt Lan on Tian Tian's other side, as if pleading for help. Even with all his energy, his mouth was starting to ache from telling stories until midnight.

Tian Tian was still young, and Liu Xinlan hadn't separated her from her mother so early. Besides, Aunt Lan's husband, Yao Dayou, was away for long periods, and Liu Xinlan, already very close to her daughter, was even more reluctant to separate them. So, she had to let Tian Tian sleep in the middle. Tian Tian was delighted with this arrangement, sometimes listening to stories in Zheng Yang's arms, sometimes snuggling in her mother's arms, her energy seemingly boundless.

Seeing Zheng Yang's pleading gaze, Liu Xinlan had to adopt a motherly authority.

"Tian Tian, it's late, time to sleep. Otherwise, your brother won't tell you stories anymore. Be good, sleep now, and your brother will tell you even more interesting stories later."

Liu Xinlan used a combination of gentle persuasion and firmness, but as she said the last sentence, a thought flashed through her mind: Wouldn't this mean they'd have to sleep like this all the time?

"Okay, then brother will tell Tian Tian an even better story tomorrow."

Tian Tian knew it was unrealistic to expect her brother to tell her another story, but she still made a reservation for the next one.

"Definitely, brother promises you!"

Zheng Yang was finally relieved and readily agreed.

"Then brother, you and mom can hold me while I sleep."

Tian Tian said, pulling Zheng Yang's hand and Liu Xinlan's hand towards her. Zheng Yang and Liu Xinlan both turned to face Tian Tian as they slept. Tian Tian was small, and with the two of them holding her, she looked tiny, as if she were hugging Liu Xinlan from above.

Liu Xinlan and Zheng Yang were obviously aware of this. Although Zheng Yang felt a little awkward, it was only for a moment. Aunt Lan was a beautiful and mature woman, and who wouldn't be happy to hug such a woman? Liu Xinlan blushed slightly. She instinctively thought of that absurd night with Zheng Yang that year. Now, his face was so masculine and mature, so close, that in the moonlight she could even see the undisguised admiration and a hint of hidden desire in his eyes. Liu Xinlan's heart pounded, but she didn't pull her hand away.

Zheng Yang felt Aunt Lan's slightly rapid breathing, her mature body scent mixed with the fragrance of shampoo in her hair. He breathed deeply. Aunt Lan's face was a healthy tan, without makeup, but possessed a unique charm of a mature woman. He stared at her intently, while Liu Xinlan subtly looked away.

Tian Tian was actually quite tired, but the story had lulled her into sleepiness, and she soon fell asleep. The little hand that was holding Zheng Yang's slowly fell down. Zheng Yang glanced down at it, smiled slightly, then looked up at Aunt Lan, who was so close to him, and said softly, "Aunt Lan, Tian Tian is asleep."

"Ah, oh, yes, she's tired of listening to stories."

"Aunt Lan—"

Zheng Yang paused for a moment and then said affectionately.

"Mmm—"

Liu Xinlan's body trembled.

"You're so beautiful."

"Nonsense, Aunt Lan is old. The girls you see at school are the prettiest."

Liu Xinlan blushed and said shyly. Unfortunately, the lights weren't on at night, so Zheng Yang couldn't see it, but her soft voice was still captivating.

"Those girls all wear heavy makeup, unlike Aunt Lan's natural beauty, which is so natural. And Aunt Lan, you're so young, just like the girls I saw when I was a child."

Zheng Yang's magnetic voice sounded even more attractive in the darkness.

"You're so sweet-talking—"

Liu Xinlan glanced at Zheng Yang with a charming smile, then quickly lowered her head, her eyes filled with joy, which Zheng Yang caught in the moonlight. He was delighted. "Aunt Lan—"

Zheng Yang called out affectionately, his voice slightly husky.

"What are you doing—mmm—"

Liu Xinlan's heart skipped a beat at Zheng Yang's affectionate voice. She had just looked up when she saw a mouth lunging towards her.

Zheng Yang wrapped his arms around Liu Xinlan's neck, pulling her closer, and kissed his Aunt Lan tightly. His tongue nimbly darted out, swirling inside her mouth. The smoothness of her lips and the raw fragrance of her lips filled Zheng Yang with intense excitement. Liu Xinlan stared at Zheng Yang in surprise, her eyes wide. Although she vaguely knew that Zheng Yang was interested in her, she didn't expect him to be so bold. Her small, delicate tongue frantically tried to avoid Zheng Yang's large tongue, but after a while, she gradually felt a different kind of taste, one she had never experienced with her husband, Lao Yao—like the shyness of first love. She gave Zheng Yang a final glare, then slowly closed her eyes, her tongue slowly responding. One hand wrapped around Zheng Yang's neck, pulling him tighter and tighter. Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva, enjoying themselves immensely.

"Brother, Mom, what are you doing?"

A slightly groggy voice rang out. It was Tian Tian, who had been woken up by Zheng Yang and Liu Xinlan's tight embrace. She was lying on her side, looking up at them, her eyes still glazed over.

"Ah, oh..."

Liu Xinlan pushed Zheng Yang away, her face flushed red, and turned away in embarrassment. Zheng Yang was a little embarrassed and annoyed. He hadn't noticed the little one was sandwiched between him. Aunt Lan's body seemed to be trembling slightly as she turned away; she was probably shy. It seemed like there was no chance tonight. Zheng Yang felt helpless, but it was fine this way, hehe.

"It's okay, Sweetie, go to sleep. Your brother was just playing a kissing game with your mom."

"Kissing? Is Mommy's mouth sweet? Sweetie has kissed her before, and it didn't taste good,"

Sweetie said, a little drowsy.

"Yes, it's not sweet, it's sour. Sweetie's mouth is sweet...smack...good girl, go to sleep."

Zheng Yang chuckled and kissed Tian Tian on the lips.

"Mmm—Brother's lips aren't sweet either. Tian Tian isn't talking to you anymore, I'm going to sleep. I just dreamt that my godmother bought me toys, I'm going to play in my dream now."

She then fell silent, leaving Zheng Yang speechless. She just fell asleep like that? The godmother Tian Tian was referring to was her mother, Liu Xin. The two families were close, and Liu Xinlan, due to some secret, somehow made Tian Tian recognize Liu Xin as her godmother. Liu Xin, having taken in such a beautiful daughter, doted on her immensely.

Tian Tian indeed fell asleep quickly. Liu Xinlan's body gradually calmed down, but she hadn't turned over yet, seemingly still too shy. Zheng Yang wasn't sleepy anymore. He lay there holding Tian Tian for a while, then looked at the undulating curves of Aunt Lan's back against him, feeling a surge of heat. He turned to his side, slowly reaching out to place his hand on Aunt Lan's waist, feeling a tremor. A smile played on Zheng Yang's lips, and he was about to act when Aunt Lan turned around on her own. The blush on her face hadn't faded, and she looked at Zheng Yang with a hint of resentment, seemingly still blaming him for what had just happened.

"Aunt Lan—"

Zheng Yang didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You, still so bad—"

Aunt Lan's eyes grew even more resentful. Zheng Yang couldn't stand that resentful look, and for a moment he didn't understand what Aunt Lan meant by "still so bad." He quickly changed the subject: "Hehe, um, Tian Tian said Aunt Lan, your mouth isn't sweet..."

Zheng Yang said jokingly.

"You, yeah, it's sour, don't kiss me again, ugh..."

Liu Xinlan blurted out in a huff, immediately realizing her mistake, she closed her eyes and lowered her head, ignoring Zheng Yang.

"No, it's sweet, sweet and sour is delicious, I love it. Aunt Lan, look at me."

Zheng Yang teased for a moment, then called out affectionately.

"No—"

Liu Xinlan said in a coquettish voice, but slowly raised her flushed face, quickly glanced at Zheng Yang, and then looked away.

"Aunt Lan, I like you."

Zheng Yang said, each word distinct, his magnetic voice making Liu Xinlan tremble.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief, joy, and grievance... and finally, tears streamed down her face.

Zheng Yang gently leaned closer and slowly kissed away Aunt Lan's tears. He pressed his face against hers, his deep eyes looking at her softly, and said, "Aunt Lan, these past years have been tough. I'll help you from now on."

"But—"

Liu Xinlan wanted to say something, but then she pressed her lips to his.

"It's alright, leave it to me."

Zheng Yang looked at Aunt Lan and slowly leaned closer, this time being careful not to press down on Tian Tian. He slowly kissed Aunt Lan's soft lips. Liu Xinlan didn't resist, giving Zheng Yang a deep look before slowly closing her eyes. She

gently responded. The two of them tacitly avoided pressing down on Tian Tian, their mouths intertwining, exchanging saliva. After a long while, Zheng Yang released her, and tried to get up, but Aunt Lan stopped him.

"No, Tian Tian is sleeping."

"This, well, then next time—"

Although Zheng Yang really wanted to, he knew that with Tian Tian there, Aunt Lan wouldn't agree, at least not now, so he had to settle for second best.

"Hmm—"

Liu Xinlan lowered her head and gave a soft "hmm."

Zheng Yang still reached out and hugged Aunt Lan, but didn't do anything else. Liu Xinlan also quietly closed her eyes and stopped talking. The three of them hugged quietly like a family (well, actually they were a family). The sounds of insects chirping and birds singing in the night air drifted over from Nanshan Mountain, seemingly saying something...

Chapter 21

After a busy night, when they woke up the next morning, for some reason, Tian Tian and Liu Xinlan were each hugging Zheng Yang on one side, both nestled in his arms. Liu Xinlan blushed. At first, she thought it was because Tian Tian was restless in her sleep, but remembering how well-behaved her daughter usually was, when she saw the mischievous smile on Zheng Yang's lips, she knew everything.

In the days that followed, Zheng Yang would alternate between his own home and Aunt Lan's house every other day. These days, he wasn't as eager for sex. He would occasionally be affectionate with his mother and sister, but at Aunt Lan's house, he would cultivate a relationship with Aunt Lan. Aunt Lan was becoming more and more different towards him.

His main task was to carefully inquire about the changes in Nanshan Village over the years from his mother, sister, and Aunt Lan, as well as any unclear situations. He digitized all of this data and entered it into his database, using professional software to analyze its development potential and potential impact.

He also maintained constant contact with Zhang Lan in Beijing, seeking information from high-level figures in the business world. Leveraging Zhang Lan's mysterious status and diverse methods, he successfully obtained some insider information, which provided him with strong confidence and leverage in future negotiations with investors.

Zheng Yang had studied a wide range of subjects in university, majoring in software engineering, but he also utilized his time to learn other professional knowledge. This cultivated his unique information sensitivity and data utilization ability. He used abstract simulation knowledge to extract information on Nanshan's potential industries, radiating this information across Nanshan, its surrounding towns, counties, cities, and even provinces and potentially the entire country, to formulate an overall development roadmap—his guiding principle for a long period.

Zheng Yang also went to the town to buy tools, a printer, and some miscellaneous items. He prepared forms for his sister, Zheng Jingjing, to take to school and distribute to students so their parents could fill them out at home. These forms collected information on the residents of Nanshan Village, including their willingness to participate in the development of Nanshan and their preferred professions. This information was then digitized and input into a computer, where models were created in both 2D and 3D formats for further analysis.

These were all strategic preparations made by Zheng Yang. Simultaneously, he and his second uncle conducted a comprehensive survey of the entire Nanshan area, meticulously recording its resources and creating detailed maps. This was a task that couldn't be completed in just a few days. He also enlisted the help of his brother, Zheng Jie, and Zheng Jie's father-in-law, Li Ershu, to leverage their connections. Currently, they haven't been able to find many people, as seeing immediate returns on this project is not something that can be done overnight.

Zheng Yang's brother, Zheng Jie, is 22 years old, an honest-looking man, and quite tall, half a head taller than Zheng Yang. Two years ago, he married Li Bing's daughter, Li Wan'er. Li Bing, also known as Li Ershu, is the second son in his family. Li Wan'er and Zheng Yang were the same age and classmates. However, due to family circumstances, she didn't attend university. The villagers always assumed Li Wan'er was with Zheng Yang, but for some reason, she suddenly married Zheng Yang's older brother, Zheng Jie, two years ago.

Zheng Jie had always been a restless person, particularly fond of unusual things. He had traveled all over Nanshan with his second uncle, Zheng Weiqiang, learning many strange skills. He was extremely interested in what his younger brother asked him to do, his enthusiasm surprising even Zheng Yang, but considering his brother's past exploits, it wasn't unexpected. Zheng Jie enlisted the help of many of his close friends in Nanshan, including his father-in-law.

Although Li's second uncle was quite old, he was very healthy and warm-hearted. Hearing that Zheng Yang's work could improve the lives of the people in Nanshan Village, he readily agreed to help without asking for payment. However, Zheng Yang treated everyone equally, paying all those who helped.

Zheng Yang was questioned by his mother, sister, and Aunt Lan about his salary, as they didn't know where the money came from. He had to make up an excuse, saying he'd won the lottery but hadn't told them, and now he needed the money. The women were a little surprised but didn't press him further. They knew Zheng Yang was hiding things from them, but they knew he had his reasons. Zheng Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, "If only they all knew as much as my second uncle!"

Busy days always fly by. Zheng Yang was exhausted from all the work, but he knew he had to stay sharp, because everything was guided by his ideas, and he couldn't afford to give up! Liu Xin and Aunt Lan were both proactively preparing nourishing foods for Zheng Yang, trying to keep him from collapsing from his busy schedule.

His mother and sister's affectionate interactions had decreased recently, but the tender looks they gave him always filled him with sweetness. It was all worth it. It wasn't just about achieving his own ideals, but also about providing them with a better life, and more importantly, about proving to himself that he, Zheng Yang, was capable of having them!

In the midst of his fulfilling busyness, a month passed quickly. Over the past month, the people of Nanshan had all learned that Zheng Yang, the top student from Peking University, had returned, and that he was going to lead the people of Nanshan to prosperity. Initially, everyone thought Zheng Yang was just being ambitious and that his efforts were small-scale. However, after a month of implementing his measures and with more and more people participating, everyone gradually realized that while what Zheng Yang was doing might indeed be significant, that was all. After all, without seeing results and benefits, it was hard to believe that it could truly bring about significant change. Nevertheless, Zheng Yang's work had progressed much more smoothly. Although people weren't actively contributing, they still offered assistance, and the relatively high salaries he offered had attracted many to join.

This morning, Zheng Yang was still lying in the armchair under the grape trellis in the yard, enjoying a rare moment of leisure. The difference was that he received a phone call.

Zhang Lan had arrived.

Chapter 22: Flowers Fall in

August. Nanshan was in the midst of a busy season. The deep green forests of Nanshan covered the entire mountain, and occasionally, one could glimpse some winding, neat paths paved with slightly grayish-white stones. This road is almost as good as those in many scenic areas. Zheng Yang walked along the main road by the Nanshan River, looking at the beautiful Nanshan and couldn't help but sigh.

The sun wasn't at its strongest yet, and the people of Nanshan were working diligently. In the golden rice paddies, long or square, the people used simple sickles to carve beautiful patterns into the earth. Sweat dripped down their backs, salty and sweet, filling their hearts.

Zheng Yang was going to his second uncle Zheng Weiqiang's house. He was a little surprised when he received Zhang Lan's call that morning; he thought it would be about a month later. Zhang Lan complained that he didn't want to see her, and Zheng Yang could only helplessly say yes. In fact, he was really pressed for time.

Despite rushing around for over a month, he had only completed about 60% of his planned goals. His four years away from home had taught him that preliminary investigation and planning for development projects were extremely important. It determined the stability of later work and was the direct source of data support for the development plan; he couldn't afford to be careless.

Fortunately, Zhang Lan said she had arrived early, saying she came to give Zheng Yang some advice.

Regardless, this told Zheng Yang he needed to hurry. He was currently discussing with his second uncle about adding more manpower to speed up the work and prepare for a development plan as soon as possible.

Tall pear trees, a semi-circular courtyard, and a simple fence with orchids...orchids...as soon as Zheng Yang entered the courtyard, he remembered seeing his second aunt tending to the flowers there. He glanced at the simple fence, but the orchids were gone. He suddenly remembered promising his second aunt, Yang Yun, he would help her grow flowers, but he had forgotten about it because he was busy. Although he had come a few more times since, it was always in a rush, and he had been discussing things with his second uncle, not paying attention to his second aunt. She must be angry and disappointed, right? Zheng Yang felt guilty. He could almost picture the woman in the green patterned cheongsam looking at him with disappointment and anger. He shook his head, no longer looking at the fence.

"Second Aunt? Are you there? Second Aunt?..."

"What are you yelling for? You sound like a cicada. Your second uncle went to the fields and won't be back until noon."

A moment later, his second aunt, Yang Yun's, voice came through, stiff. This time, she wasn't wearing a cheongsam, but a short-sleeved white shirt embroidered with an orchid, and a long, pleated purple skirt that reached her ankles, flowing smoothly like silk. She seemed to be without makeup; her elegant appearance, combined with her somewhat cold expression, truly made her look like a beautiful, ethereal orchid. She carried a basket, glanced at Zheng Yang at the kitchen doorway, and then turned and went back inside.

"Uh..."

Although Zheng Yang knew his second aunt was probably angry with him, the contrast still surprised him. Was this the same Yang Yun who had been gentle yet mischievous and innocent?

Of course it was the same person, but their attitude towards Zheng Yang was different.

Zheng Yang chuckled bitterly, scratching the back of his head. He paused for a moment, then steeled himself and walked towards the kitchen. What was bound to happen had happened, and what needed to be resolved still needed to be resolved…

In the kitchen, Yang Yun stood with her back to the door, casually washing the vegetables in the basket in the sink, the tap water gushing out.

“Second Aunt, I…”

Zheng Yang hesitated at the kitchen doorway.

“Are you looking for your second uncle? Didn’t I say he wouldn’t be back until noon? Come back at noon.”

Yang Yun, with her back to him, washed the vegetables in the sink, her voice still calm. But if you looked closely, the vegetables in the basket were clearly washed as clean as could be…

“I’m not…”

Zheng Yang looked at the slightly petite figure, feeling increasingly guilty.

“You don’t have to wait until noon, just go to the fields to find him…”

Yang Yun interrupted Zheng Yang again, her voice still calm, but slightly uneasy.

“I’m sorry…”

Zheng Yang sighed inwardly, his voice low.

Yang Yun's shoulders stiffened. She didn't reply, her hands stopping moving, leaving only the sound of running water in the kitchen, making the atmosphere increasingly oppressive. She didn't turn around, just kept her head down, her expression unreadable.

Zheng Yang sighed again, said nothing more, turned and walked out of the kitchen, towards the yard gate, walking further and further away…

In the kitchen, Yang Yun tightly gripped the twisted vegetables she had washed, the fine veins even visible on her fair hands, her body trembling slightly.

"Drip…drip…drip drip…"

Yang Yun's unstoppable tears finally fell, dripping into the sink. She turned abruptly and rushed to the kitchen door, Zheng Yang's figure already out of sight.

"Yang—Yang…"

she murmured, her voice barely audible, choked with sobs. She turned away, distraught, and walked back to the pond. Yang Yun felt a complex mix of emotions. She didn't know how she felt about her nephew. Four years had changed so much; Zheng Yang was no longer the child he used to be. The image of her falling into Zheng Yang's arms kept replaying in her mind—his masculine face, his mocking smile… But why hadn't he kept his promise? Thinking of the withered orchid, her heart ached even more, as if not only her beloved orchid had withered, but also… And he had just left without a word. What did his promise mean? What did she mean…?

"Waaah…waaah…"

The more Yang Yun thought about it, the more her heart ached, and tears streamed down her face. Suddenly, she grabbed the greens in her hand and threw them forcefully into the pond. The splashing water hit her face and her white shirt, leaving mottled spots like withered petals. She finally couldn't hold back anymore and sobbed on the edge of the pond…

Zheng Yang didn't know how he got home. All the way, he kept thinking about the scene at his aunt's house. Although he hadn't really seen his aunt's face, he could completely imagine the disappointment in her heart. But Yang Yun completely ignored him, and there was nothing he could do. Rather than making a pointless explanation, he decided to let her calm down.

In fact, he underestimated the impact of this matter on Yang Yun. His repeated "ignoring" hurt Yang Yun too deeply. Yang Yun was lonely in Nanshan; she could hardly find a confidant. Zheng Yang's arrival gave her new hope, but he abandoned her with his own hands...

Chapter 23 Jealousy

Zheng Yang forced himself not to think about these things, after all, he still had many things to do. After returning home, she went straight to her mother Liu Xin's room. On the wooden sofa, Liu Xin leaned back lazily, one hand supporting her head. Her natural lines outlined a gentle face. Her red lips were slightly moist, perhaps with a little lip balm, and she watched TV with a smile on her lips. Her hair was casually tied up in a fancy style and left on one side of her slender neck. She wore a white dress with a pajama-like style, her beautiful figure curving gracefully. Noticing Zheng Yang's arrival, she smiled slightly on her fair face, her light makeup making her look exceptionally charming.

Seeing his mother seemed to wash away all his worries. Liu Xin's tranquility calmed his heart, yet it also stirred a burning passion within him. He returned a smile, gently sat down beside his mother, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes. One hand naturally rested on Liu Xin's thigh.

"Where's your sister?"

"She went to school, said she's preparing for the start of the semester."

Liu Xin seemed to sense her son's fatigue, gently placing her hand on Zheng Yang's and stroking it softly.

"Isn't it still early?"

"Besides that, she also has things to do for you. The survey you asked her to distribute last time was only done because she had to start a new class at the last minute. She said she needs to make a more detailed version. Your sister is really busy for you."

Liu Xin slowly leaned on Zheng Yang's shoulder and said softly.

"It's almost noon, why isn't she back yet?"

"She said she'd have lunch at school." "Oh," Zheng Yang responded without speaking further.

"Yangyang?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Liu Xin asked hesitantly.

Zheng Yang opened his eyes and looked down to see his mother nestled in his arms, her large, watery eyes gazing at him expectantly.

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Yang vaguely knew something.

"Am I really useless? Even Jingjing can help you with your investigation, but I can't do anything for you,"

Liu Xin said, sounding a little disappointed, before lowering her head again to rest in Zheng Yang's arms.

Zheng Yang wrapped his arms around his mother's shoulders, pulling her close, his chin gently brushing against her smooth hair. He whispered, "Don't be silly. Just being with me gives me the greatest strength. And you're jealous of your sister? Hehe..."

Zheng Yang chuckled teasingly.

"Who's jealous...you little rascal!" Her son's words warmed her heart, but what followed made her blush instantly. She buried her head in her son's chest, her hands gently twisting his waist.

Zheng Yang chuckled, his heart gradually warming. One hand gradually slid down his mother's back, touching her soft, elastic buttocks, gently kneading them. His other hand deftly reached for her breasts, suddenly grasping her large, soft breasts.

"You're not wearing a bra, Mom, you're being naughty!" "Mmm—it's so hot, I don't want to wear one, um, be gentle," Liu Xin whimpered, her body slightly twisting, panting softly.

"Is that so? Then let me see if you're wearing anything underneath."

Zheng Yang's hand, which had been kneading his mother's buttocks, suddenly slid quickly, pulling on Liu Xin's skirt. Her snow-white thighs and buttocks were exposed, revealing a pair of pink lace panties clinging tightly to them. Zheng Yang's large hand immediately reached out, slowly rubbing back and forth along her slender curves.

"Mom, why are you wearing anything underneath? Aren't you hot?"

Zheng Yang asked teasingly, increasing the pressure on his hand kneading his mother's breasts.

"Ah, you bad boy, um… how can I not wear anything underneath? Be gentle, it hurts," Liu Xin said, closing her eyes and lying on Zheng Yang's body, her breath sweet and fragrant.

"It's so hot, let me help you take it off,"

Zheng Yang said, his hand already sliding between his mother's legs. The area was soft and warm; he gently pressed and rubbed it, and soon it was soaked. His other hand slid down, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt. Both hands moved upwards, until the dress was rolled up to her chest, revealing her large, snow-white breasts, the two bright red nipples standing erect, still pink and tender.

Liu Xin, panting, opened her eyes, which seemed to be dripping with tears, and gave her son a reproachful look with a seductive gaze. She slowly raised her hands, ready to help him take off the dress. But Zheng Yang couldn't resist his mother's gaze. He lowered his head and kissed his mother's soft lips, his domineering kiss enveloping her delicate vulva. Liu Xin's raised hands wrapped around her son's neck, tilting her head back to meet his kiss. Her high, firm breasts stood even more erect in this position. Zheng Yang couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing one, kneading it wantonly, shaping the large, soft breasts into various artistic forms.

"Mmm...uh..."

Liu Xin's breathing quickened from the kiss, and she let out a passionate moan. Zheng Yang finally released his mouth. His mother was in his arms, her dress pulled up above her chest, her high, snow-white breasts trembling. The knot in her hair had come undone, and her black hair hung loosely behind her head. Her eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, and her lips still had the saliva mixed with her son's, making her look somewhat lewd.

Zheng Yang carried his mother to the bedside and placed her on the large bed. His eyes never left Liu Xin's eyes. The mother and son stared at each other. Zheng Yang quickly took off his own clothes and then impatiently removed his mother's lace panties, revealing a paradise, a place where water flows into a secluded valley...

Chapter 24 Be My Wife

Zheng Yang didn't rush to remove his mother's dress, leaving it on her large breasts. He knelt between his mother's legs and gently thrust his hand into that deep, hot, honeyed passage. There, water flowed and a fragrant scent wafted. Liu Xin twisted her pink hips, one hand covering her breast, the other tightly gripping Zheng Yang's hand, panting rapidly, her whole body flushed a faint pink.

"Hmm... Yangyang, don't do this... Mom can't take it, ah..."

"Mom, is this comfortable?"

Zheng Yang said teasingly.

"Ugh... no, hurry up, Jingjing will come back, hmm..."

Liu Xin put her hand that was covering her breast to her mouth, and her moans subsided.

"No, didn't you say my sister ate lunch at school?"

Zheng Yang finally pulled his hand away, only to find it wet. He leaned down and pressed himself tightly against his mother's soft, white body, his erect penis pressed against her vulva, as if wanting to explore. He held his hand out to his mother and tasted it himself.

"Mom, it's so sweet, do you want some?"

"You eat it yourself, I don't want any."

Liu Xin gave her son, who was pressing down on her, a coquettish glare. His mature masculinity made her restless, and the large, unruly thing in her vulva made her both love and fear it. Zheng Yang persisted, putting his finger directly to his mother's lips, tempting her, "Mom, try some? What you produce is delicious. Sweeter than the water from our Nanshan River."

"You're always so mischievous, you're such a troublemaker."

Liu Xin couldn't resist her son and had to slightly open her mouth. Zheng Yang quickly seized the opportunity and inserted his finger. He watched as his mother looked at him with a tender gaze, her small mouth nibbling at his finger, gently swallowing and releasing it.

"Mom, just like when you eat shrimp, with your tongue, yes, it feels so good, Mom, you're so kind."

Zheng Yang slowly guided his mother, allowing her to comfortably enjoy the sensation. Feeling the soft, slippery touch of his mother's tongue on his fingertips, Zheng Yang finally couldn't resist any longer. He withdrew his fingers, propped himself up, and spread his mother's round, slender thighs, grinding his erect penis around her wet, peach-like opening. His swollen glans gently tapped at the entrance, and finally, with his mother's writhing movements, slowly pierced through the opening, then began to plow rapidly.

Liu Xin's flower trembled from her son's thrusts, her high breasts swaying and rippling with alluring waves. Her dress concealed her comfortable upper body, revealing glimpses of her pink nipples, providing Zheng Yang with immense stimulation. Liu Xin's long, black hair cascaded across the white and bright red pillow, exuding an unusual allure. Her son's ferocity brought her a fatal pleasure; she involuntarily lifted her beautiful buttocks, twisting and welcoming her son's repeated penetrations.

"Mmm, Yangyang… Yangyang…"

Liu Xin murmured Zheng Yang's name.

"Don't call me Yangyang, call me husband... Mom, call me husband."

Zheng Yang thrust rapidly into his mother, a sudden thought flashing through his mind: how wonderful it would be if his mother called him husband!

"No, ah... be gentle, I don't want to call you that."

Liu Xin was startled by her son's words, followed by intense embarrassment. How could she call her son husband?

"Call me, Mom, Xin'er, call me husband, I've already called you Xin'er."

Zheng Yang felt increasingly happy, unable to resist thrusting even faster.

"You, you bad boy, um... no, Yangyang, don't do this to Mom..."

Liu Xin's body swayed back and forth from the impact, her eyes pleading as she looked at her son rising and falling on top of her.

Zheng Yang slowed down, leaned down, looked deeply into his mother's eyes, and slowly kissed her rosy lips. After a while, he released her, and slowly thrust in and out, each time all the way in. Each time, his mother's chin was slightly lifted by his thrusts, and she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, letting out a soft moan.

"Xin'er, you are mine, and you will always be mine. Be my wife."

At this moment, Zheng Yang felt an unprecedented firmness in his mind. He wanted Liu Xin, his mother, to be his wife.

"You—"

Liu Xin was shocked. She stared at her son with wide eyes. Although they had already been intimate, she still considered herself his mother. Although she had thought about it, she had never thought about it in detail. Now that her son said it so solemnly, she was shocked.

"Xin'er, be my wife!"

Zheng Yang thrust his lower body forward forcefully, his tone calm.

"Mmm..."

Liu Xin couldn't help but groan.

"Mom, you agreed!"

Zheng Yang's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile.

"You, I—ah..." Liu Xin realized that she had fallen for her son's trick. Just as she was about to deny it, another round of forceful assault came.

"Mom, call me, call me quickly—"

"Ah... Yang—Yang, Yangyang..."

Liu Xin closed her eyes and hugged her son's neck tightly with both hands.

"Call me husband!"

"Mmm, ah... Yangyang, husband... husband!"

Liu Xin finally cried out, and after saying it, she felt a great pleasure and a great relaxation.

"Ah... husband, love me, love me, husband, I love you!"

Seeing his mother finally let go, Zheng Yang couldn't help but feel passionate, and he thrust rapidly.

"Wife, I love you too, I'm going to cum, ah..."

"Ah..."

After a long time, everything finally quieted down.

"Yangyang, you cummed inside again..."

"Mmm," Zheng Yang replied lazily.

"Mmm what? What if something happens?"

Liu Xin pinched her son reproachfully.

"Then give me a son."

Zheng Yang looked at his mother with a grin.

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful next time. You made my lower body hurt."

"Didn't you want me to love you?"

"Hey, you bad boy, don't say that."

Liu Xin blushed deeply, and Zheng Yang cried out as he was pinched.

"That's how it is, ah, don't pinch..."

...

The mother and son lay on the bed, lazily enjoying this rare moment of peace for a long time.

"Mom?"

Zheng Yang remembered some things he needed to take care of in the city.

"Hmm?"

"I need to go to the city this afternoon to take care of some things."

"Hmm." The two didn't speak again. Liu Xin lay quietly on Zheng Yang's chest with her eyes closed. Zheng Yang put his arm around his mother's shoulder and gently stroked it. The room was quiet...

Outside the room, a person quietly went out, walked out of the yard, closed the door, and leaned against the gate, breathing slowly. Her face was flushed, her hands were twisted together in her chest, and her eyes flashed with complex light, surprise, disappointment, shyness, and reproach...

"Jingjing, where are you going?"

Liu Xinlan's voice came from across the hall.

"Ah, oh, going to school, something to do..."

Chapter 25 Nanshan City, the People of the City

If Nanshan Village was a delicate and even somewhat shy young girl in love, then Nanshan City was a flamboyant modern woman. But regardless of which one it was, they all possessed an inherent, gentle quality. Zheng Yang remarked this as he walked along the bustling streets of Nanshan City, calling that gentle quality "Nanshan's refined beauty."

Nanshan City is a rare ancient city in Chinese history, almost untouched by war or natural disasters throughout its history. It blends the classical and the modern in a remarkably unique way, without any sense of conflict or awkwardness. Perhaps it's the work of skilled craftsmen, or perhaps it's the inherent character of Nanshan City itself. Perhaps, in Nanshan City's own eyes, its current state is merely a fleeting moment, not worthy of careful arrangement or special attention.

Zheng Yang walked slowly. He hadn't returned for four years, and his experiences during those four years were more complex than anyone imagined. University? That was merely a temporary lodging for those four years. Reflecting on his experiences over the past four years, Zheng Yang felt increasingly sentimental, so he strolled along with great enjoyment and nonchalance. Of course, he was unaware that a certain unintentional girl had witnessed his moment with his mother, Liu Xin, at noon.

"Brother Yangzi? Brother Yangzi!"

Just as he was admiring the stone building with its somewhat Western 16th-century style, a loud voice filled with disbelief rang out behind him. He turned around in confusion and saw a somewhat rustic-looking boy holding a catfish more than half a meter long. The boy's whole body was trembling slightly, and he was staring at him with wide eyes, the fish in his hand jumping up and down, sending up a spray of fishy-smelling water.

"Brother Yangzi, it really is you! You're finally back! Four years! When did you come back? Why didn't you come to see me? Haha..."

"Mudfish? You're Mudfish! Haha, I've been back for more than two months. I looked for you in the village but couldn't find you. I've been so busy lately. Luckily, I've run into you now. Haha..."

Zheng Yang was also extremely excited, stepping forward and giving the boy a hard pat on the shoulder. "Hmm, you're getting stronger and stronger!"

This somewhat rustic-looking, robust-looking boy wasn't actually that young; he was only a few months younger than Zheng Yang, but he was a grade below Zheng Yang in school. His name was Li Qiu, and he and Zheng Yang had been playing together since childhood, being Zheng Yang's best friend and brother.

"Hehe, that's right, let's have a go at it sometime, you might not even be able to move me!"

Li Qiu said with great pride. Over the years, he had basically been the main breadwinner for his family, doing all sorts of work, and his physique was indeed very strong.

"Hehe... Come on, where do you live? Show me around. Where are your sister and mother? How have they been doing these past few years?"

Faced with Li Qiu's challenge, Zheng Yang just smiled faintly, pulling Li Qiu's shoulder as they walked, asking about his family situation.

"Life is much better now. Let me tell you, Yangzi, a couple of years ago I leased a few fishponds in our Nanshan village. Haha, the fish in our village are just different. Look, this one I'm holding isn't even that big. We have more at home. I'll go and kill a big one for you later, and my sister will cook it herself. Hehe, you know how good my sister is at cooking. They've grown really big these past few years. Don't be scared. Oh, and another thing, I bought a car last year. Wow, it's so cool! You don't know what that car is like..."

The voice faded into the distance. After four years apart, Li Qiu still had so much to say. His energy was indeed a bit like that of a slippery eel.

Zheng Yang listened with a smile, occasionally letting out a hearty laugh, full of satisfaction…

“Brother Yangzi, you’re such a jerk! You’ve been gone for four years without even a phone call. My sister spends all her time staring at your picture, doing nothing but work. She’s been looking at it for four years now.”

“Ah, is that so?”

As they approached Li Qiu’s house, Li Qiu, who had been talking non-stop, blurted out this sentence again. Zheng Yang’s smiling face finally froze. Involuntarily, the image of that quiet and obedient figure appeared in his mind. So… she had been waiting all along…

“Brother Yangzi, we’re here. Look, this is my new home. How about it? Impressive, right? I even have my own room.”

Li Qiu said proudly, pointing to a two-story building in front of them.

The building was built in the style common in the city, painted snow-white. On the right was a low-rise kitchen. What was different was that on the left side of the front door, there was a bright green area that stood out. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pavilion built of bamboo. Surprisingly, the bamboo was growing on solid ground—it had grown naturally!

"My sister planted these. It's strange, isn't it? How come these bamboos grow so obediently like this? Is it really because of their appearance?"

Noticing Zheng Yang's gaze, Li Qiu explained at the right moment.

"Hehe, of course! If they were all like you, the bamboo would have died of fright long ago!"

Zheng Yang knew immediately that the meticulous girl had used knowledge from books, utilized the characteristics of plants, and specially guided their cultivation to achieve this effect. However, he still couldn't help but be amazed and admiring. What kind of care and perseverance does it take to do that?

"Sister, sister! Come out quickly, see who I brought back!"

Li Qiu suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted loudly into the house.

"What's wrong? Why are you back so early? Didn't you say you were going to bring your friend a fish? Are you not home...?"

The voice stopped abruptly, and a graceful figure stood by the door, seemingly frozen in time, lingering for a long time...

Chapter 26 Longing is a mysterious thing.

By the door, the girl had only stepped one foot out, the other still inside. Half of her body was hidden in the shadows inside the door, while the other half was bathed in sunlight. Two strands of her jet-black hair were pulled back from her ears, and a few strands fell from each of her delicate shoulders, swaying gently... A gentle breeze blew, and her fair face showed no trace of makeup. A faint blush, typical of a young girl, accentuated her complex, dark, watery eyes and oval face, making her appear so beautiful and gentle. Her pale red pleated skirt, like a newly opened lotus flower, seemed to bloom with a sacred purity for this woman who appeared to come from another world. Her slightly trembling hands gripped the collar of her dress tightly, and she finally spoke softly, "You...you're back?"

Just one sentence, yet it felt like it took ten years to utter. Her voice grew softer and softer, as if afraid to awaken this unbelievable—dream?

Her name was Su Yiyi, yes, she took her mother's surname. Her mother was Su Yi.

She was the most obedient and gentle girl Zheng Yang had ever known.

She and Zheng Yang were childhood sweethearts, and she loved him.

She didn't choose to forget the memories, even if that person truly wouldn't return, because in her understanding, waiting needed no reason. ...

When Li Qiu told Zheng Yang that Su Yiyi was looking at his photos all day, he was already shocked. But now, seeing Su Yiyi appear before him in such a dreamlike way, Zheng Yang was still utterly astonished. No more words were needed; he seemed to understand everything...

"Sister, you two chat first, I'll go get a fish, this one isn't fresh enough..."

Although Li Qiu looked rather clumsy, she was quite clever.

"Oh, you..."

Su Yiyi sat with Zheng Yang at the dining table in the living room. She seemed a little nervous, biting her lower lip, her small hands twisting together in her lower abdomen, turning slightly white.

"You, let me make you a cup of tea..."

Su Yiyi said, getting up and hurrying away. Zheng Yang's hand remained raised in mid-air, wanting to call her back but unable to say it. He watched Su Yiyi's retreating figure, sighing for a long time, lost in thought.

"I've chilled the water, it should be fine..."

Su Yiyi pushed the tea towards Zheng Yang, then lowered her head again, remaining silent, only glancing at him occasionally.

The tea has a delicate fragrance. The tea leaves are made from bamboo leaves and fragrant orchids unique to Nanshan. After being steeped in ice water, the fragrant aroma is particularly refreshing in this somewhat hot weather.

Zheng Yang picked up the teacup and took a sip, then paused, looking up at Su Yiyi in surprise. "This tea?... "

"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good? You used to love this kind of tea... I..."

Su Yiyi panicked, her hands twisting even tighter...

"No, it's very good, I like it very much. Don't panic, let's talk casually... like... before." "Ah? Oh, okay!"

Su Yiyi was pleasantly surprised, her high chest heaving quite a bit, making Zheng Yang's eyes burn. He quickly took another big gulp of tea, finally feeling a little better. "This little girl, she's irresistibly charming."

Su Yiyi finally relaxed slowly. She chatted with Zheng Yang about her life over the years, although it was a bit monotonous, she seemed quite comfortable. Thinking of this, Zheng Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um, the photos..."

Zheng Yang asked the question that had been nagging at him for a long time, somewhat hesitantly.

"Ah, the photos, the photos, I... Qiu'er told you?"

Su Yiyi stammered.

"No, uh, it's..."

Zheng Yang didn't know why, but he felt a little awkward around Su Yiyi, despite his usual composure.

"It's the only thing I can think of you about..."

Su Yiyi glanced at Zheng Yang with a hint of resentment and said softly.

Zheng Yang's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected such a well-behaved and shy girl like Su Yiyi to suddenly drop such a bombshell... But then he understood. Su Yiyi was indeed very shy, but when it came to matters concerning him, she was undeniably direct, and this wasn't the first time.

Thinking back to high school, this shy girl secretly confessed her feelings to him, which startled him. But at the time, his mind was mostly on his older sister, Zheng Jingjing, and he hadn't thought much of it. Who knew this girl would be so persistent… Zheng Yang was at a loss for what to do.

It was almost lunchtime, or rather, almost three o'clock. The meal was very enjoyable. With Li Qiu, who never stopped talking, how could it not be lively? Although there were only three people, Li Qiu and Zheng Yang drank two jin (approximately 1 kg) of liquor. Su Yiyi watched the two boys with concern, wondering what would happen if they both got drunk, and whether she should call Grandpa Wang next door for help…

As it turned out, Zheng Yang and Li Qiu had a high tolerance for alcohol. Although they each drank a jin, they were still relatively sober, only a little slurred…

“You’ve drunk so much, why don’t you stay this afternoon? There’s… there’s a place to sleep here…”

Su Yiyi said worriedly, looking at Zheng Yang’s slightly flushed face.

"No need, I'll sit for a while. Make me another cup of tea, I have some things to do this afternoon. The timing for catching that loach was really bad..."

Zheng Yang said, rubbing his forehead. Li Qiu, on the other hand, went straight to sleep after drinking his tea.

"You... alright."

Su Yiyi didn't say much and turned to make the tea.

"Okay, I'm fine, you can go back now."

Zheng Yang walked out of the courtyard and said softly to Su Yiyi beside him.

"Really, you don't need me to see you off?"

"No need, I'll come see you in a couple of days..."

"Then, take care."

Su Yiyi was a little happy to hear that Zheng Yang was coming again. I'm already looking forward to Zheng Yang's visit...

Chapter 27 Finding You

Zheng Yang slowly walked down the street. The afternoon in Nanshan City was somewhat languid; both people and plants seemed listless. Zheng Yang breathed in the slightly hot air, feeling his stomach churning. Suddenly, he smelled a refreshing orchid fragrance that invigorated him. Following the scent, he saw a flower shop to his left, with several pots of orchids in full bloom at the entrance—red, purple… The mixed, refreshing fragrance of various orchids made him instantly forget the churning alcohol in his stomach…

Zheng Yang smelled the fragrance of the flowers … He smiled, seemingly lost in thought…

The road back to Nanshan wasn't easy. Although he had received funding from Nanshan Village and the town, construction would still take time. As he approached Nanshan Village, the road finally improved; this section of the road was complete. Looking at the flat, wide asphalt road, Zheng Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that

everything went smoothly… It was already getting dark. After finishing his business in the city, Zheng Yang didn't go straight home…

Gazing at the two pear trees in front of him, Zheng Yang took a deep breath, patted the box beside him, and muttered to himself, “It's up to you…”

“Second Aunt? Second Uncle? Are they home?”

Zheng Yang called out in the yard, straining his neck.

“Are you trying to call my soul? Your second uncle isn't here. He went to town on business and won't be back until tomorrow. Come back tomorrow to find him.” His

second aunt, Yang Yun, spoke in her usual cold, harsh voice, devoid of any emotion.

But Zheng Yang smiled.

“Second Aunt, I'm not looking for Second Uncle, I'm looking for you.”

Zheng Yang said with a grin, looking at his second aunt, who was wearing loose pajamas by the gate.

Yang Yun had been in a bad mood lately because of someone's broken promise. She had cursed him countless times in her heart. This morning, that person finally came, but she coldly chased him away. But... but he was clearly in the wrong, so why was she so heartbroken? Wouldn't he feel guilty too? No way, she couldn't be so heartless... Now that hateful person was here again. Even though he was her nephew, she couldn't just go back on her word. Humph...

"What do you want from me? I won't do anything for you..."

Zheng Yang smiled bitterly, knowing that his aunt was still thinking about his broken promise. He scratched his head helplessly.

"Second Aunt, I really came to see you. I know you're still angry with me, but I really didn't mean to. You know how busy I've been lately, but I'm not making excuses. Look, I didn't even have lunch before going to take care of your business..."

"Taking care of my business? What business did I ask you to take care of?"

After Zheng Yang's explanation, Yang Yun knew that he had indeed been very busy lately. In fact, she had regretted coldly shooing Zheng Yang away that morning, but she still couldn't let go of her pride, otherwise she wouldn't have cried alone there.

But at this moment, she still couldn't let go of her pride and refused to easily forgive this bad nephew. She felt very complicated, vaguely feeling that her current mentality was a bit abnormal, and that she shouldn't be so petty with her nephew. But she was also inexplicably afraid of losing this opportunity to settle things, afraid that she would be even more lonely in the future. The long years of loneliness she had endured were truly frightening to her.

It's like a person walking in the desert. If they don't drink water for a long time, they'll become extremely thirsty. But if a bottle of water suddenly appears in front of them, they'll definitely grab it desperately. If, for some reason, they can't drink the water or drink it, they'll absolutely not be satisfied. Yang Yun's mentality at this moment, while not quite that extreme, is somewhat similar.

"Second Aunt, come and take a look for yourself."

Zheng Yang smiled and pointed to the box behind him. The box didn't have a lid, but the sides weren't transparent; you couldn't know what was inside unless you came over and looked at it from above.

"What kind of riddle is this? I don't want to see..."

Yang Yun said, turning to go back inside.

"Hey, hey, Second Aunt, don't go! Take a look..."

Zheng Yang was getting a little anxious. Was it easy for her to come all the way to the city to do this? If you leave, who will she show it to?

He caught up with Yang Yun in a few strides, grabbing her arm. Yang Yun instinctively tried to shake him off, but she was no match for Zheng Yang's strength. Her attempt to break free failed, and she lost her balance, falling backward. Zheng Yang reacted quickly, stepping forward with his right foot and simultaneously reaching behind Yang Yun to grab her shoulder. However, Yang Yun's movement was too large, and he couldn't hold on any longer. Zheng Yang had no choice but to simply hug her, trying to stabilize her as quickly as possible.

Thus, an awkward position was formed: Yang Yun's left arm was around Zheng Yang's neck, her right hand gripping his arm, leaning against him. Her loose, pale yellow nightgown was exaggeratedly lifted, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin.

Zheng Yang, leaning against the doorframe, held Yang Yun with both arms. Unfortunately, their arms crossed, his left hand holding Yang Yun's right breast, and his right hand holding her left breast—yes, incredibly firm and round!

"Ah—"

Yang Yun screamed, scrambling to her feet. In the process, there was some rubbing and rubbing, leaving her face flushed. She quickly straightened her clothes, her previous aloofness completely gone. Now, her pretty face was covered in a blush, her teeth slightly clenched, and she didn't know where to put her hands, looking like a shy, adorable wife.

Zheng Yang was also extremely embarrassed. He had come to apologize, but things had turned out like this. Now, the old offense hadn't been forgiven, and a new one had been added. However, his aunt's breasts were indeed very full, and her body very soft. Zheng Yang grinned lewdly. He wondered what was wrong with him to think of something like this at a time like this.

"Wait…wasn't it supposed to show me something? Where is it?"

Just as Zheng Yang was lost in thought, Yang Yun's somewhat complicated voice reached his ears.

"Ah, oh, the thing, it's over there."

Zheng Yang was startled at first, then ran excitedly towards the box in the yard. He didn't see his second aunt, her face flushed, watching his somewhat comical figure, suddenly smile with a complex and charming smile...

Chapter 28 Flowers Bloom Again

"Second Aunt, look..."

Zheng Yang calmed down after a while. He moved the box in front of Yang Yun, panting slightly. He wiped the sweat from his face, and the dirt on his face was wiped away by the sweat, making him look somewhat comical...

Yang Yun was both amused and annoyed, wondering what he had been busy with all afternoon. She stepped forward and looked down into the box, and was immediately struck dumb...

The box was not like the outside. Inside was another box, made of glass, containing several small pots of Cymbidium ensifolium delicately arranged in a heart shape. The orchids, adorned with red and purple accents, shone with a striking charm under the light of the doorway lamp. A heart-shaped card adorned the glass cover: "Forgive my broken promise. Don't let your heart weep, for you are more beautiful than these orchids. This heart is for you; may it bring you joy as before." The card's words were few and unadorned, yet they revealed the sincerity within. Yang Yun couldn't hold back her tears. She covered her mouth with her hand, looking up at Zheng Yang in disbelief. The man before her smiled, oblivious to the comical graffiti painted on his face.

Yang Yun couldn't smile. She simply looked into Zheng Yang's eyes, where she saw deep apology and guilt, along with a hidden weariness.

Yang Yun finally managed to stop her tears. She wiped them from her face, stepped forward, and slowly raised her hand, clutching her sleeve…

"Second Aunt, this… you still can't forgive me? Fine, a few slaps will do to vent your anger."

Zheng Yang, thinking his second aunt wouldn't be so forgiving, said righteously a few words before closing his eyes, straightening his back, and bracing himself for the beating.

Finally, it's here. Hmm, why is it so light and a little soft? Zheng Yang opened his eyes and saw his second aunt, Yang Yun, slowly wiping her face with the back of her sleeve. He looked down at his second aunt and saw a smile in Yang Yun's eyes, which were still wet with tears. It seemed, perhaps, even a little sweet?

"Second Aunt, you forgive me?"

"Hmph, you think you can get rid of me with a few pots of flowers? Dream on."

Saying that, she withdrew her hand and walked into the house, but her other hand discreetly put away the card...

"Bring the flowers in for me..."

Just as Zheng Yang was thinking about how to really "get rid of" Yang Yun, another order came...

"Second Aunt, the box I got for you has an automatic watering device. As long as you make sure there is water in this little box, it will automatically add water according to the amount. You don't have to worry about too much water. Also..."

Zheng Yang spent a lot of effort to finally divert Yang Yun's attention to the orchids, and then he talked to Yang Yun about the precautions.

"How am I supposed to remember all of this? I don't care, you made this yourself, so you have to deal with it."

Yang Yun pouted slightly, sounding almost like she was being coquettish.

Zheng Yang looked at his charming second aunt and his heart fluttered. Actually, ever since he returned and saw Yang Yun, he had felt a stirring in his heart. But after all, she was his second aunt, and she wasn't some young girl who could be easily fooled. How could he explain the current situation? Zheng Yang was a little confused.

Yang Yun looked at Zheng Yang with displeasure, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes. She enjoyed these moments with her nephew. Although she subconsciously reminded herself to stop, she didn't want to listen. It has to be said, when a woman is willful, nothing can stop her.

"You have to come and take care of these flowers regularly, or I won't forgive you if there are any problems again!"

Yang Yun said domineeringly.

"Okay, I'll come over regularly."

Zheng Yang honestly agreed, but then a thought suddenly struck him. He chuckled and looked at Yang Yun, "So, does that mean Auntie has forgiven me?"

"Hmph, not so easy..."

Yang Yun gave Zheng Yang a flirtatious glare, then turned her head away coquettishly, ignoring him. From the side, her loose nightgown couldn't hide her beautiful, graceful figure at all, making her appear even more mysterious.

Zheng Yang stared blankly at his aunt, involuntarily leaning closer.

Yang Yun was prepared to listen to Zheng Yang, but after a while, she heard nothing. Instead, she felt a heavy breathing coming towards her. Her heart tightened. What was Yang Yang going to do? Why was he leaning closer...? What should I do...?

Zheng Yang sat down next to Yang Yun on the sofa, slowly reaching out to place his hand on her shoulder. He felt his aunt tremble, but she didn't turn around.

"Second Aunt, I'll give you a massage as an apology, please forgive me..."

Zheng Yang whispered in his second aunt's ear, his hot breath brushing against Yang Yun's long, white neck, making her tremble.

Chapter 29 Second Uncle Won't Be Back Tonight

"You, you shouldn't do this, I... I forgive you," Yang Yun said, her head trembling, trying to avoid the unsettling breath.

"My massages are very comfortable, I often give my mother massages too, Second Aunt, why don't you try it?"

Zheng Yang gently stroked and kneaded Yang Yun's shoulders, his mouth getting closer and closer to her ear.

"Is...is that so? Okay, then...for a little while."

Yang Yun felt a little relieved after hearing that Zheng Yang often massaged Liu Xin.

"Second Aunt, it's uncomfortable to massage through your pajamas, and they're wrinkled, why don't you take them off?"

Zheng Yang's massage area expanded and moved forward, until he whispered softly against his second aunt's earlobe as he approached her chest.

"Oh, okay, ah, no, I... I mean, it's okay, it's enough, no need for the massage..."

Yang Yun, who had been nervously enjoying the massage with her eyes closed, responded casually to Zheng Yang's words, but quickly realized what he meant.

Zheng Yang ignored Yang Yun's words and suddenly pulled her pajamas apart from her shoulders, revealing two playful, restless breasts that trembled and swayed.

"Ah—what are you doing, no..."

Yang Yun clutched her chest tightly and asked in a shrill voice.

"Yang Yun, look at me, I like you!"

Zheng Yang suddenly turned her aunt's shoulders towards him, looked into her eyes, and said solemnly.

"Wh...what? You...you like me? You...how...how can you like me?"

Yang Yun stared blankly at Zheng Yang, muttering, completely unaware of the exposed cleavage, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

"Yes, I like you. I know I shouldn't like you, but I can't control myself. Ever since I came back and saw you arranging those orchids for the first time, your image has been deeply imprinted in my mind, and I can't forget it. I know you like me too, but you just don't dare to face it!"

Zheng Yang said, word by word. In fact, it wasn't until that moment that he truly thought about what had happened with Yang Yun these past few days and faced his feelings for his second aunt. Zheng Yang is a decisive person. Once he makes a decision, he will do it immediately, just like with Zheng Jingjing and Liu Xin. He has done it decisively now and will never regret it. As for other things, he will find a way to solve them himself.

'You, I…I didn’t…'

Yang Yun trembled again when her nephew suddenly said he liked her too. She didn’t know what was wrong with her; hearing those words felt like her secret had been revealed. Her mind involuntarily flashed back to the day Zheng Yang came back and hugged her in the yard, their pleasant discussion about orchids, the day she chased him away and cried by the pond, the heart-shaped orchid today, and the card—it was still in her pocket…

But she instinctively avoided the memory. She turned her head away from Zheng Yang.

"You're lying!"

Zheng Yang suddenly became agitated. "Why can't you face your own feelings? Look at me and tell me, do you like me or not? If you say no, I'll leave immediately and never appear in front of you again!"

He forcefully lifted his aunt Yang Yun's head towards him and asked loudly.

"Waaah...you...you don't force me, I don't know, waaah..."

Yang Yun was frightened and closed her eyes, crying. She didn't dare say "I don't like you," afraid that Zheng Yang would really leave and never come back. She subconsciously didn't want that to happen.

Zheng Yang reached out and pulled his aunt into his arms, gently stroking her smooth back, feeling her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Alright, it's my fault, I shouldn't have forced you. But you have to face the feelings between us!"

"Waaah...you're the one who's being mean to me..."

Yang Yun buried her head in Zheng Yang's arms, crying as she spoke, her voice...a little cloying...

"Just tell me, okay?"

Zheng Yang saw that his aunt's emotions had almost turned around, so he asked gently.

"I won't tell you, hmph, I'll make you wait...hehe..."

Yang Yun suddenly raised her head and said, her face streaked with tears, her eyes hazy and pitiful, yet she spoke playfully and coquettishly, making Zheng Yang's eyes widen. He abruptly lowered his head and captured his aunt's tender red lips, greedily sucking on them.

"No, mmm...uh..."

Yang Yun struggled, but Zheng Yang held her tightly, and she couldn't break free.

Zheng Yang skillfully extended his tongue and stirred it in his aunt Yang Yun's small mouth. Soon, Yang Yun's "gates" opened wide, and Zheng Yang plunged in, quickly entangling his aunt's little lip, entwining them. The sweet nectar in his aunt's mouth gave him immense pleasure. Yang Yun gradually stopped struggling, her hands somehow wrapped around Zheng Yang's neck, her eyes tightly closed, her little mouth awkwardly responding, showing that she didn't have much kissing experience.

Knowing they were both almost out of breath, Zheng Yang finally released Yang Yun, and before he knew it, his hands were already wantonly kneading his aunt's high, white breasts. He looked down at his aunt, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Yang Yun looked at Zheng Yang with hazy eyes, and seeing his lewd smile, she shyly buried her head in his chest.

Her small hands kept pounding Zheng Yang's back, but the force was really limited...

Zheng Yang looked at his charming aunt in his arms, his heart burning with desire. He grabbed Yang Yun's legs, stood up, and walked towards the room. He clearly remembered his aunt saying: Second Uncle won't be back tonight...

Chapter 30 Serious

"You... what are you going to do?"

Yang Yun was thrown onto the bed by Zheng Yang. Although she had thought about this moment for a long time, she still couldn't let go when it came to it.

"I'm here to love you..."

Zheng Yang quickly took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear on. He climbed onto the bed and lay down next to his aunt. He grabbed his aunt's firm breasts, even while lying down, and kneaded them into various shapes. With his other hand, he pulled down her pajama bottoms…

“Mmm, no, I’m scared…”

Yang Yun weakly resisted, her eyes glazed.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Zheng Yang said something meaningless, leaning closer to steady Yang Yun. Yang Yun finally stopped resisting, stretching out her snow-white arms to hook around Zheng Yang’s neck and responding.

Summer was indeed a wonderful season, especially late summer. The sky was completely dark, and Nanshan was as tranquil as ever. The Nanshan River flowed quietly, occasionally punctuated by shouts from the villagers bathing in the river… Aside from that, the croaking of frogs filled the air.

There were fewer houses near the fields of Nanshan. Yang Yun’s house sat at the foot of the mountain, its two tall pear trees the most obvious landmark, the pears proclaiming the harvest of the season.

From the house behind the pear trees came faint, almost inaudible moans.

Yang Yun lay on the bed, looking at her nephew on top of her with a complicated expression. She wrapped her arms around Zheng Yang's neck, her face flushed, shy like a newlywed on her wedding night.

"You, you be gentle..."

"Mmm..."

Zheng Yang gazed lovingly at the alluring woman beneath him, guiding his erect penis towards her moist vulva, and gently pushed it in.

"Mmm—"

Yang Yun groaned softly, her chin slightly raised, her breasts heaving even higher.

Zheng Yang thrust slowly, lowering his head to kiss and lick one of his aunt's breasts. The intoxicating scent of her breasts intoxicated him, and he couldn't help but increase his speed. Her vulva was soft and wet, making a "slap slap" sound, making Yang Yun close her eyes tightly in embarrassment, but involuntarily letting out soft moans.

"Ah, slower, all the way in, mmm...so deep..."

"Yun, look at me..."

"No, mmm...slower..."

Yang Yun said, her eyes slightly open. Her hazy gaze fell on her nephew, who was moving up and down on top of her. Her heart was filled with complex emotions. Did she regret it? No, but it couldn't be taken for granted either. Zheng Yang was right; she liked him too. But she was, after all, his second aunt, his wife, and Zheng Weiqiang's wife. Yet now she was being wantonly pampered on the bed by her husband's brother's son, and she was doing it willingly.

"Mmm, so deep, harder...ah..."

Yang Yun shook her head violently, trying to think of nothing else. Now she just wanted to go wild. She vigorously shook her hips, welcoming Zheng Yang's thrusts, feeling the intense pleasure and stimulation, and cried out loudly.

Zheng Yang was a little surprised that his initially shy second aunt had suddenly become so open. Was she the repressed type? But naturally, he wouldn't ask. Since his aunt was so passionate, he would thrust harder and faster. He pulled out his penis, turned Yang Yun over, hugged her from behind, grasped her firm breasts with both hands, and thrust his hips in…

“Ah…”

“Aunt, Yun, do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, Yunyun loves you, loves my nephew, ah…”

“Then marry me! Ah…”

“But… um…”

“No buts… marry me, be my wife.”

“Crazy, ah… okay… marry you, um…”

“Ah, I’m going to cum…”

“Cum inside, um, ah…”

…

“You’re joking, right?” Yang Yun lay on Zheng Yang’s chest, squinting and murmuring.

“What?”

“You! I knew you were playing me!”

Yang Yun bit Zheng Yang’s chest.

“Ouch, let go, why are you like a puppy?”

“Tell me, are you serious?”

Yang Yun looked up at Zheng Yang, her eyes filled with anger and a hint of fear.

"Of course I'm serious!"

Zheng Yang answered earnestly.

"But, your uncle..."

"Leave it to me..."

"You... alright..."

With that, Yang Yun closed her eyes and nestled against Zheng Yang's broad chest once more.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring? But today must be lived to the fullest, right? Zheng Yang and Yang Yun both thought this in unison, and drifted off to sleep...

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