Auntie and grandma are so innocent

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Li Shaoping discovered that Hong Wenjun was an extremely innocent woman, as innocent as an ethereal spirit untouched by worldly concerns. Even in her fifties, she maintained a girlish heart, often more mature than Li Shaoping himself—a truly unexpected turn of events.

Reflecting on her past, Li Shaoping realized that from the age of eighteen, she had been an official's mistress, moving between countless men over decades. Her sole purpose seemed to be her beauty. Those in officialdom used her merely as a symbol of power and a tool for their venting; they didn't need her shrewdness or public displays of affection. They only wanted her to remain hidden in their shadows, blooming and beautiful in solitude.

Perhaps this was why her mindset remained stuck at eighteen; decades had passed, and she hadn't grown up. That's why the high-ranking official still favored her so much at her age—this innocent woman was a treasure.

Li Shaoping secretly vowed to protect this woman, to shield her from any hardship, to keep her from worldly taint, to give her a simple and happy world, where she could be the queen.

Who could have imagined that after a life of frivolous indulgence in the mire of the world, this simple woman would still retain her innocence, like a lotus rising from the mud, pure and untainted, quietly blooming and releasing its fragrance in the dirtiest and darkest corners of the mortal realm.

A woman's coquettish voice interrupted Li Shaoping's thoughts: "Ah! You brat, where's my braised carp noodles? Where's my country-style stir-fried pork? And, and my favorite corn and sweet potato pancakes? You're so mean! You ate them all! You bad boy! You have to pay for it, you have to pay for it! Ah! Where's the waiter? I want to order more!" The last sentence was shouted out, with her hand cupped to her mouth, her charmingly naive expression conveying a playful cuteness.

The dishes were quickly returned to the table, and Hong Wenjun happily ate while making faces at Li Shaoping. Li Shaoping became a spectator; watching a beautiful woman eat was a rare treat.

When Hong Wenjun saw Li Shaoping looking at her, she quickly blushed and turned to the side. Occasionally, if she was too slow and their eyes met, she would look away first, giving Li Shaoping a charming eye roll, which meant: "You're so annoying!"

During meals, Hong Wenjun didn't like to talk, much like Wang Siyu. She was a staunch believer in not speaking while eating or sleeping. Li Shaoping didn't care about this; as long as he felt comfortable, he was fine with anything.

Hong Wenjun ate very delicately, taking small bites, and chewing with her mouth closed. Li Shaoping suspected she could eat one meal in a day.

Fortunately, women eat less, and soon Hong Wenjun was full. Li Shaoping quickly and attentively handed her a napkin. Hong Wenjun took it and elegantly wiped her mouth, playfully scolding, "Look at you!"

"What's wrong with how I look? I just want to be nice to you, is that wrong?" The rogue's answer left Hong Wenjun completely bewildered. This rascal wasn't playing by the rules! All good things must come to

an end. Although Hong Wenjun deliberately dragged things out, the meal eventually ended, and she didn't know how to face the impending departure.

Although this rascal had been expressing his affection for her, some crucial things remained unsaid. As a woman, she couldn't very well be the one to speak first, could she? Even though she wasn't a chaste woman, she still possessed a certain reserve and modesty; she wouldn't speak first!

The leftover food on the table had been cleared away and replaced with a steaming pot of Lu'an melon seed tea. Seeing Hong Wenjun's hesitant expression, Li Shaoping knew it was time for him to make his entrance. He deliberately coughed to attract the beauty's attention, cleared his throat, and after some foreplay, our great immortal Li finally spoke leisurely.

"Well, Auntie, through our verbal exchange and the direct demonstration of my abilities, I believe you have a general understanding of me. Of course!" "My abilities go far beyond what you've experienced; it's merely the tip of the iceberg. You'll have many opportunities to verify them later. As for your fears, there's absolutely no need. Trust me, I can handle them quickly. Without being immodest, no one in this world poses a threat to me. Therefore, I am fully capable of telling you, 'Give me a little love, and I'll protect you for life!' How about it?"

This self-introduction, reminiscent of a blind date, though somewhat absurd, sounded like a declaration and promise of love to Hong Wenjun. Upon hearing "Give me a little love, and I'll protect you for life," tears streamed down her face.

For years, she hadn't experienced the taste of being loved. From the age of eighteen, she had lost faith in family ties. The despair and pain of being pushed into a living hell by her own parents still tormented her.

After becoming someone's mistress, those middle-aged and elderly men in official positions only had naked desire and possessiveness towards her. She received some favor but no love, and besides, she didn't want the love of those older men. Therefore, she sealed away her capacity for love.

Later, arranged by others, she married, though her husband was practically a figurehead. She had a son, and only after he grew up did Hong Wenjun experience love. However, this forbidden love was unblessed, couldn't see the light of day, and couldn't replace true love.

Time flies, and decades passed in the blink of an eye. The young girl who once dreamed of love had become an old woman without love.

Time has eroded so much. Hong Wenjun, who thought she had seen through everything, never imagined that a chance encounter would unfold into the kind of love she longed for most.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, ruining her delicately made-up face, like pear blossoms in the rain, or lotus leaves glistening with dew.

For a woman, many things are better after crying, so Li Shaoping didn't try to comfort her, but simply watched her cry quietly, his gaze filled with an ever-growing tenderness that couldn't be softened.

Perhaps she had cried enough, Hong Wenjun tore off a dozen tissues, wiping her tears vigorously while sobbing and scolding, "[It's all your fault, you little rascal! You ruined my heart. I was just planning to live out my days like this, but who told you to show up now? Who told you to meet me? Who told you to like me? Who told you to take me flying around like this? You should have called me 'Grandma'! You're so bad! How am I supposed to be with you? What kind of grandmother is with a little grandson? Ugh! Just thinking about it makes me so embarrassed!

You've forced me to lose all face! Humph! Aren't you a little rascal? Hmm, I think you're not only a little rascal, but also a little fool. I've already told you all this, why don't you come and hug me? Are you waiting for Grandma to throw herself into your arms?]" With a soft snort, she turned around, and Li Shaoping noticed that the beauty's ears were completely red.

So adorable, this woman!

Upon hearing the call of love, Li Shaoping felt it was a waste of time to even walk around half a table. He instantly teleported to Hong Wenjun's side, tightening his grip on her and pulling her into his arms. Holding her soft body once more, the feeling was vastly different from the previous three times.

The first time was a forced embrace; aside from the woman's soft, alluring body and fragrance, he felt little else. The second and third times, due to the brief nature of the teleportation, he only retained a lingering scent on his hands.

Holding the sweet and fragrant Hong Wenjun in his arms, feeling her trust and dependence, a thousand thoughts raced through Li Shaoping's mind. He had originally planned to use Hong Wenjun as revenge against Chen Kexin, but now there was no satisfaction in revenge. His chest was filled with pity and love for Hong Wenjun. How could he bear to use her as a tool for revenge?

Hong Wenjun is 1.63 meters tall, much taller than our Mr. Li, but she still feels like a little woman in front of the little boy who is embracing her, his little woman alone. She especially hopes to receive his love and care. This feeling has nothing to do with the age, status, or position of the two people, only the difference between love and not love.

Feeling the boy's hand grasp her firm, round buttocks, Hong Wenjun didn't feel violated. Instead, she felt the sweet infatuation of the boy, mixed with a touch of forbidden shyness. The thought of herself, a grandmother, being so casually treated by a boy younger than her granddaughter, and not only not refusing but even anticipating his further actions, filled her with a strange and embarrassing feeling.

Hong Wenjun had experienced this mortifying feeling before, twenty years ago, when she first had sex with her son, Chen Kexin.

She clearly remembered her then sixteen-year-old son, naked, lying on his father's bed, his long, thin, curved, white penis erect, urging her to undress quickly. She had felt that same forbidden shyness then.

Twenty years later, Hong Wenjun felt this way again, even more intensely and stimulatingly than before. Her panties were now soaked with her own juices. Having been without sex for over two months, she desperately needed a man's comfort. This trip to the provincial capital was merely a stopover; her true purpose was to return to Xinyang to meet her son, Chen Kexin, and satisfy her insatiable lust.

In the past two years, her powerful lover had aged, his health had declined, and his sexual desires had diminished. Furthermore, he had other women besides Hong Wenjun, so he only had a few opportunities to have sex with her each year, leaving her feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. Fortunately, her lover had loosened his control over her, allowing her to frequently visit her granddaughter in her hometown.

Thankfully, she still had her son, Chen Kexin, as a secret lover, who could satisfy her physical needs while remaining hidden from her lover's eyes. The only regret was that they couldn't meet often, couldn't be together openly, and she carried the psychological burden of violating ethical norms.

Sometimes Hong Wenjun fantasized about meeting a man she loved and who loved her in return, about experiencing a romantic love affair, and feeling what a normal woman should experience, adding a memorable chapter to her otherwise bland life. She

never imagined this wish would ever come true. Even now, nestled in the boy's arms, she still couldn't quite believe it, until he cupped her face in his hands again, his burning gaze making her afraid to open her eyes. She could only blush, her face flushed with shyness, her lips pale, as he caressed her.

"Ah, I'm so shy! How could I feel this way? I'm not a little girl anymore. Over the years, I've been through so many ugly and embarrassing things, but I've never felt this shy before. Is this the magic of love? Hmm, it's so strange! How could I fall in love with a little boy? I remember he's even younger than my granddaughter! Oh my god! I can't think about it anymore, the thought of him calling me 'Grandma' makes me even more embarrassed!" "Hmm, but what if I just fall for him?" Hong Wenjun nestled in the boy's arms, her mind filled with romantic thoughts.

Inhaling the boy's fresh, elegant scent, Hong Wenjun was intoxicated, intoxicated by his seemingly thin yet incredibly strong chest. She felt that at this moment, she finally had someone to belong to, someone to rely on, fearless of wind and rain, undaunted by uncertainty. This was probably what love looked like, so wonderful. "

In this mortal world, I wander aimlessly.

Life's hardships may end, but my longing for you

is endless." Having experienced half a lifetime of hardship, Hong Wenjun felt that Heaven had been kind to her. Even as her beauty faded and she grew old, it had still bestowed upon her a suitable young man to protect her for the rest of her life. What more could a withered flower ask for?

Perhaps, the sorrow of her first half of life was all for the sake of meeting him in the second half!

Li Shaoping cradled the woman's still fair and pretty face, looking at the glistening tears in the corners of her eyes. A surge of tenderness welled up within him. This was a pitiful woman; half her life's fate had been in the hands of others, changing hands like a gift among officials, never experiencing a moment of freedom.

Now, all her misfortunes were in the past. From now on, you would be my princess, Shaoping's princess. I would give you a free sky, allowing you to live as you pleased. Anyone who dared to interfere would pay with their life—without mercy!

[Beautiful Grandma, you don't need to throw yourself at me; your grandson will come to hug you. Not just now, but forever, ideally every day! Hehe, Grandma's body is so soft and fragrant! I could hug you forever and never get enough! Hmm, tell me, would you like to let me hug you?] Li Shaoping's voice suddenly rang out.

Hong Wenjun, who had been rehearsing countless romantic scenes from idol dramas in her mind, was suddenly jolted awake by the scoundrel's lewd teasing.

[Ugh! How could you be so annoying! Didn't you already hug me?] "Why are you even asking? She's just hoping to hear some sweet nothings from you, and then, after she's moved, you ask her, 'May I kiss you?' She doesn't answer, blushes, closes her eyes, and slightly opens her lips. Then you kiss her, first slowly, then she responds with a kiss, and after a moment of hesitation, you suddenly become more forceful, leaving her breathless and pushing you away! That's how it's supposed to be! That's how it's portrayed on TV, not like you saying it! You're so mean!"

Hong Wenjun opened her eyes, raised her small, snow-white fist, and playfully punched Li Shaoping's chest.

The woman's charming and adorable appearance made Li Shaoping laugh heartily. If you didn't know her age, she was a perfect young girl, innocent and romantic, living on dreams. Li Shaoping felt this woman was a gift from heaven.

Before Hong Wenjun could react, Li Shaoping's mouth was already enveloping her sexy little mouth. His nimble tongue first parted her red lips, then pushed aside her pearly teeth, and then plunged in, capturing her panicked little tongue and beginning to ravage it.

Suddenly kissed so forcefully, Hong Wenjun instinctively tried to pull away, pushing Li Shaoping's body away with her small hands, letting out unwilling hums through her nose. But when her little tongue was captured, she realized what was happening. Her wide eyes slowly closed, and her pushing hands instinctively wrapped around Li Shaoping's waist. Her pink face turned bright red, and she began to respond.

That slippery little tongue was like a nimble snake, initially darting around under Li Shaoping's ravaging, but when cornered, it began to fight back tenaciously. Li Shaoping, this novice, was no match for the seasoned veteran Hong Wenjun! After a few rounds, he was defeated and called it quits.

Having gained the upper hand, Hong Wenjun wasn't about to let him go! She relentlessly pursued him, invading his mouth with every technique imaginable, accompanied by alluring moans from her small nose. The novice Li Shaoping felt breathless and oxygen-deprived, hastily separating their locked lips

to gasp for air. Hong Wenjun, too, was panting heavily, her heaving breasts, her eyes brimming with seductive allure as she looked at Li Shaoping. She didn't know why she liked this rascal so much.

Their passionate kiss had taken a new turn, and Hong Wenjun's initial awkwardness had lessened considerably. The age and status difference between them gave her a strange thrill, a thrill unlike anything she felt with her son, Chen Kexin. She was forty years older than the rascal, and a grandmother by birth order. The thought of a grandmother being teased and manipulated by a grandson was unbearable.

"Hmph! Have you kissed enough? You little rascal, what kind of grandson kisses his grandmother like that?" "You're so annoying! You call me 'Grandma' while bullying me! You're not allowed to call me 'Grandma' anymore! It's so embarrassing, you know?" Hong Wenjun lightly punched Li Shaoping's chest, speaking in a coquettish voice.

Li Shaoping licked his numb lips, savoring the sweetness of the woman's little mouth, and said with lingering pleasure, "How could I possibly kiss you enough? Don't you know how sweet and fragrant your little mouth is? Hehe, as for the issue of calling you 'Grandma,' you called yourself 'Grandma' first, okay? If you don't like it, I won't call you that anymore! I'll just call you 'Baby'! Okay? Baby!"

"Who's your baby? I hate you! You just know how to bully me! Humph!" Hearing the little rascal call her 'Baby,' Hong Wenjun said she hated it, but her heart was filled with sweetness. She could feel that the little rascal was sincere towards her. For the first time, Hong Wenjun felt how happy it was to be loved.

"My darling, promise me you'll be my woman, okay? Let me protect you! I'll make you the happiest woman in the world!" Li Shaoping cupped the woman's pretty face in his hands again, looking directly into her eyes, his expression serious and his tone firm.

There were no fancy words, no grand ceremony; right there in the hotel room, Hong Wenjun heard the most heartwarming confession of her life. Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed, "Are you serious? Can you really be this good to me? Don't you mind that I'm a used woman? Don't you mind that I'm so much older than you? Don't you mind that I'm a grandmother?" "

No, never. None of your worries exist with me. You'll understand later. I have many abilities that ordinary people can't comprehend. Please believe me! I can give you the life you want!" Li Shaoping said resolutely. Hong

Wenjun didn't speak, letting the tears flow freely down her face. She stared blankly at the young boy before her, her mind filled with countless thoughts. The boy's tightly pursed lips revealed a resolute expression. Although his body appeared somewhat frail, he exuded an invisible strength, giving people a sense of solidity and reliability. Was this the man she would finally entrust herself to?

Having witnessed the ugliness of the world, Hong Wenjun found it difficult to trust others. Even her own parents could deceive her; was there anyone in this world she could trust?

Yes, this person was right before her eyes. They had only known each other for a few hours, yet she had chosen to believe him without hesitation. Being with him felt like returning to her childhood—carefree, fearless, everything was so beautiful!

"As long as you don't mind me, I'll be your woman from now on, your woman alone. Waaah, how could I agree to this? Waaah, I originally wanted to refuse you. You're so much younger than me. I was afraid that when you grow up, I'll be an old woman. Waaah, what am I going to do? It's all your fault, making me over fifty years old and still want to be your woman. Waaah, but what can I do? I like you too! Waaah, how embarrassing!" After a

long, silent silence, Hong Wenjun suddenly spoke, but burst into tears after only a few words. Making this decision had been incredibly difficult for her; she had so many things to consider.

Li Shaoping didn't answer, but simply held Hong Wenjun tightly in his arms, stroking her hair and inhaling her fragrance. He knew this woman lacked a sense of security.

After a while of crying, Hong Wenjun calmed down. She lifted her head from Li Shaoping's embrace, her pretty face still streaked with tears, her captivating peach blossom eyes slightly swollen. She looked utterly pitiful. She glared at Li Shaoping, pouting and saying coquettishly, "Are you satisfied now? You little brat!"

A single glance could launch a thousand ships, a single turn of her head could launch a thousand ships.

Hong Wenjun's ability to be both angry and happy was nothing like that of an old woman. In Li Shaoping's eyes, she was as innocent as a young girl.

He kissed her smooth forehead, his smile radiant. He said happily, "Satisfied, extremely satisfied!" With such a beautiful woman, who wouldn't be satisfied? Uh-oh, my darling is already my woman, and I still don't know her name? Hehe, look how awkward this is! Hehe! 】

【Hmph! Hearing the word "darling" is so cheesy! Remember! My full name is Hong Wenjun, Hong is the Hong of flood, Wenjun is the Wenjun of Zhuo Wenjun, hey! Do you know who Zhuo Wenjun is? Little brat, if you don't know, then I'm just wasting my breath! 】

【Hong Wenjun? Darling's name is so beautiful, like a flood washing away all the glamour, as beautiful as a contemporary Wenjun, not bad, not bad! From now on, I'll call you Junjun! Hmm, come here, Junjun, let your husband kiss you again!】

Seeing Li Shaoping leaning in for a kiss, Hong Wenjun exclaimed and turned her pretty face away, scolding: 【Oh! Here we go again? I just finished eating, my mouth still smells of food, it doesn't smell good! Wait until later, I'll let you kiss me as much as you want, okay? You little brat, you're so annoying!】 Hong

Wenjun was a very particular person, extremely concerned with personal hygiene, almost to the point of being obsessive-compulsive. She had been forcibly kissed before, but because she liked Li Shaoping, she didn't resist. Now, however, she was still unaccustomed to the taste of food in her mouth.

Li Shaoping didn't insist, and naturally placed a kiss on her flushed cheek!

Life imitates a play, and a play imitates life.

Two people, seemingly mother and son, but actually grandmother and granddaughter, made a lifelong vow by the Mother River in early spring.

[The End]

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