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If Heaven Has Feelings, Chapters 55-57 

Author: hyperx Word Count: 39,000 Previous Chapter: thread-9069938-1-1.html

Chapter 55

: In the days after returning home, I spent almost every day and night with my mother. Although the separation was short, it intensified our bond. We were mother and son, yet we shared a physical relationship that transcended traditional mother-son ethics; we were husband and wife, yet we had a love and tenderness that defied societal norms. This dual role of mother and wife added a unique flavor to our erotic encounters.

My mother was a renowned beauty in her youth, and time hasn't diminished her charm. Coupled with her comfortable and affluent lifestyle in recent years, she can afford to spend money and time on maintaining her appearance. Therefore, her figure and skin are no less impressive than those of women in their teens or twenties, and the passage of time has added to her mature womanly allure.

After my series of "training" and "development," her deep-seated sexual desires have been completely unleashed. Every smile, every gesture, exudes a captivating charm that attracts men, leaving me wanting more and more.

I seem to possess inexhaustible energy and desire for my mother's stunningly beautiful mature body. In bed, in the bathroom, in the living room, in the kitchen… in every corner of this house, we left countless traces of our physical union.

However, while this private world for two was wonderful, we didn't live in a vacuum. Once we stepped outside the house, we had to revert to our normal mother-son relationship, which made my mother, deeply in love, quite uncomfortable. What bothered her even more was that Yang Naijin and I were growing increasingly close.

Undeniably, after this Shangri-La trip, my affection for Yang Naijin deepened. Before, I might have only treated her like a little sister, but that first kiss on the terrace and making a wish while watching the fireworks made me realize that the young girl had fallen deeply in love with me, which undoubtedly touched me deeply.

Moreover, I was very happy when I was with her. Yang Naijin was a young girl I had never met before; her purity, her innocence, her charm, and her cuteness all inexplicably brought me joy. Even my previous petty temper seemed harmless now.

Although Yang Naijin doesn't hold the same importance in my heart as my mother, it doesn't mean I can ignore her tenderness. However, lately we've been communicating mostly by phone, as I just received a call from her.

When I received the call, my mother and I had just finished our usual midday lovemaking. Exhausted after the passion, my mother lay face down on the large bed, her long, wavy, wine-red hair covering her back in a messy mess. Sunlight streaming through the curtains shone on her naked body, her two long, smooth, white legs relaxed to the side. The master bedroom was filled with her unique fragrance and the scent of her fluids.

"Gao Yan, what are you doing?" Yang Naijin's voice was as clear and loud as ever.

"Shh, keep it down, I'm home." I quickly covered the phone and whispered, glancing guiltily at my mother in my arms. Her long, thick eyelashes were tightly closed, and her breathing from her small, red mouth was even and long, as if she were already asleep.

I carefully slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake my sleeping mother. Like a thief, I tiptoed into the bathroom before daring to speak to Yang Naijin.

"You're not breaking the law at home, why are you sneaking around?" Yang Naijin said, sounding a little annoyed. She was probably pouting again on the other end of the phone.

"Um, my mom was very tired yesterday, so she hasn't gotten up yet this morning. I was afraid of making too much noise and disturbing her sleep," I could only offer an excuse. My mother was indeed very tired, but I couldn't tell Yang Naijin the reason—it was the result of our passionate lovemaking all night.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't wake Auntie, did I?" the naive Yang Naijin said apologetically. She believed me so easily. Luckily, the girl was rather oblivious and didn't think too deeply about it: for example, why was her mother sleeping next to her while her son was on the phone?

I quickly changed the subject to avoid her suddenly realizing what I meant. We were talking about the usual things couples say in love. This kind of meaningless conversation used to seem like a waste of time to me, but since I started dating Yang Naijin, I've unconsciously gotten used to this sweet nonsense, and sometimes I even find it quite amusing.

I was sitting on the toilet chatting with Yang Naijin. Because the bathroom door was closed, my voice gradually grew louder, and I thought I heard some noises coming from the bedroom. I quickly stopped talking and listened carefully to the sounds next door, but after a while, I didn't hear anything; everything was still quiet. I thought it was probably just my imagination, shook my head with a slight self-deprecation, and continued to hold the phone to my ear.

"By the way, Mom wants to invite you to dinner tonight. Remember to tell Aunt Bai later," Yang Naijin said after chatting for a while, finally remembering the topic.

"Hmm, why dinner today?" I asked casually.

"You invited Aunt Su over, didn't you? We've been home for several days, and Mom hasn't seen her yet."

"So Mom wanted to invite everyone out for a meal. Firstly, to thank you in person for your help to our family, and secondly, to welcome Aunt Su back. Also, Mom hasn't seen Aunt Bai in a long time; she misses her terribly."

I wasn't surprised that Yang Naijin revealed Mei Yu's intentions. Although Vera Su agreed to help this time, judging from her attitude towards Mei Yu, there was still a barrier between them. So, to avoid an awkward atmosphere during the meeting, inviting Mom to keep her company was indeed a win-win situation.

After arranging the time and place for lunch with Yang Naijin, we exchanged a few more sweet, meaningless words before Yang Naijin reluctantly hung up.

I gently pushed open the bathroom door and tiptoed back to the bedside. My mother's alabaster-white body remained in the same supine position, which calmed me slightly. Only a large strand of her long, wine-red curly hair fell to one side, obscuring her beautiful face, which seemed to express both joy and sorrow.

I laid myself back down on the bed, gently brushing the hair away from my mother's face, revealing her captivating beauty that I could never tire of looking at. The beauty beside me was immersed in a dream; her neat, thick eyelashes were still closed, and below her high, straight nose, her two bright red, full lips were tightly pressed together. I couldn't tell if she was happy or sad at that moment. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I felt that my mother's breathing was a little more rapid than before.

A thought struck me, and I was about to lean down and kiss those rose-red lips when this action startled my mother. She unconsciously raised her head slightly and opened her eyes, just missing my lips. My kiss landed on her slender, white neck instead.

Mom, a little ticklish, shrank back slightly. She placed her slender, long hand on my chest and said softly, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Mom, you're awake. Did I wake you?" I propped my head up with one arm, admiring the beautiful face of my mother just waking up from a spring nap.

"I was half asleep just now, and I think I heard you talking to someone." Mom's two beautiful eyes swept over my face, and there was something in them that made me unable to look directly at her.

"Well, it was Xiao Jin who called just now." I repeated Mei Yu's invitation while avoiding Mom's scrutinizing gaze.

"Oh, is that all?" My mother's reaction was rather cold, which surprised me quite a bit, because she had always been very enthusiastic towards Mei Yu, almost to the point of worship.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to go? Then I'll tell Aunt Mei to turn it down." I noticed that something was wrong with my mother's expression and asked with some concern.

I reached out and took her soft hand in mine. Her alabaster-white hand was a little cold, completely lacking its usual warmth and smoothness. Was my mother sick?

"It's nothing, I'll go then." My mother replied calmly. She subtly withdrew her hand from mine and then got out of bed from the other side of the bed.

"Mom, are you feeling unwell? Maybe you shouldn't force yourself. Aunt Mei will understand." I asked worriedly, my mother's expression and behavior just now really made me uneasy.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Mom's answer was crisp, but with a hint of stiffness. I hadn't heard her speak like that in a long time; I remembered how she used to talk to Dad when she was little and they were arguing.

Mom then went into the bathroom. After the sound of running water, she emerged, her delicate feet in bright pink lambskin slippers. Her fair, full figure was covered by a deep red cashmere robe, and her long, wine-red curly hair was tied in a simple ponytail.

Mom didn't even glance at me before walking straight to the vanity and sitting down. She began applying makeup to her flawless face.

I stood up, somewhat bewildered, watching Mom busy herself in front of the mirror. Suddenly, I felt a distance growing between us.

"What are you still standing there for?" Mom used a lipstick with a double-C logo to make her lips appear especially bright red. She pursed her lips, which were now almost perfectly shaped, and looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction before speaking.

"Hurry up and get dressed. You promised, don't be late." Mom said, picking up a pair of platinum earrings studded with diamonds and putting them on her smooth, round earlobes. Although she was talking to me, her beautiful eyes weren't even looking at me.

I shook my head helplessly, turned around, and went into the walk-in closet to get dressed. Ever since my mother and I became intimate, she had moved all my clothes, from head to toe, into this walk-in closet and even cleared out a wardrobe specifically for me.

Just as I was almost dressed, Mom opened the door, leaving a fragrant scent. Seeing me standing in front of the wardrobe in a shirt and trousers, looking hesitant, she slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows, walked over, pushed aside the row of heavy men's coats, and quickly picked out a dark blue wool long suit coat.

She shoved her coat into my hands, saying, "Go put this on first, I need to change."

Lately, Mom had never hesitated to show off her alluring figure in front of me, so her behavior today was completely baffling. However, I respected her wishes, took the coat, opened the door, and went out. The walk-in closet door was quickly closed behind me.

After getting dressed, I stared somewhat dejectedly at the walk-in closet, my mind racing with speculation. What was behind Mom's unusual behavior? Just half an hour ago, we were inseparable, but now there seemed to be a thin film between us. Although we could still see each other, we couldn't be as close as before.

Why had Mom suddenly become so distant? Could it be...? I thought back to my conversation with Yang Naijin earlier. Could Mom have overheard it? Was she angry because of my close relationship with Xiao Jin? But wasn't it she who brought me and Yang Naijin together? Why had she suddenly changed her attitude?

As I was lost in thought, the walk-in closet door opened, and my mother walked out with a calm and composed expression.

She wore a long black wool cloak, its narrow sleeves and fitted waist accentuating her slender shoulders and waist. A wide leather belt with a metal buckle cinched her delicate waist, and the cloak's hem cascaded down, revealing glimpses of her long, shapely legs encased in dark gray stockings. Her feet were encased in black ankle boots with 11-centimeter heels. Beneath the cloak, her slender arms, clad in a white silk shirt, peeked out, and a square black crocodile handbag was slung over her shoulder. This somewhat androgynous outfit made my mother appear spirited and dashing. Her long, burgundy ponytail and bright red lips, combined with her dazzlingly white skin, created a unique and captivating charm, much like her cool and aloof expression.

"All dressed? Let's go then." My mother looked me over expressionlessly, then turned and walked towards the door. I had no choice but to follow her.

We walked to the garage in silence. After I started the car and drove out, my mother picked up a pair of huge sunglasses and put them on. She seemed unwilling to communicate with me, and I didn't know how to start a conversation. We arrived at the place where Mei Yu was hosting her banquet in silence. The

place Mei Yu had chosen was called "Nanyang Hui," a very famous Singaporean and Malaysian restaurant. A hostess dressed in a bright red Nyonya dress led us to the largest private room on the third floor. Mei Yu and her mother, who were already waiting in the room, stood up to greet us.

Although the private room wasn't large, its decor emphasized a tropical theme. The wall hangings, fabric kites, and linen lampshades were all handmade. The walls were adorned with numerous tropical plant specimens, and in the center of the reception area was a shallow lotus pond where playful goldfish were clearly visible. Scattered bamboo sofas and cushions were nearby, and a 55-inch LCD TV on the wall was playing local news.

Having not seen each other for several days, Yang Naijin rushed over to me with great enthusiasm, grabbing my arm and chattering incessantly. She was dressed in a very youthful and vibrant way today. Her long, brown hair was held up by a thin silver headband. Underneath a pink knitted cardigan was a white cotton dress with a Peter Pan collar. The knee-length skirt revealed the lace trim of a nude-colored underskirt. She wore light gray wool stockings that only covered her knees, exposing a section of her long, white, and straight thighs. Her slender feet were encased in round-toed, flat red leather shoes, making her look both playful and adorable.

The cold expression on her mother's face vanished the moment she entered. She warmly took Mei Yu's hand and chatted with her, paying little attention to Yang Naijin. Mei Yu, however, would occasionally glance in our direction, a satisfied smile on her lips as a mother looked at her youngest child.

Today, Mei Yu wore a camel-colored, oversized lapel cashmere trench coat, with a white silk scarf with ink-wash floral patterns tied around her neck. The hem of the coat revealed her long, slender legs clad in black pencil pants, her long legs, encased in 9-centimeter camel-colored pointed-toe stilettos, were faintly visible through the fitted trousers, perfectly complementing her elegant short hair tucked behind her ears. A pair of emerald earrings adorned her round, white jade-like earlobes, further highlighting her graceful and noble temperament and demeanor.

We had only exchanged pleasantries for a short while when a professional greeting came from the doorway of the private room, and then the door was pushed open, revealing Vera Su's tall and glamorous figure.

Her dazzling blonde hair cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders, her sharply defined features accentuated by heavy makeup, making her even more alluring. She wore a light gray raccoon fur coat, the high collar concealing her long neck. The coat's hem just covered her hips, but there was no trace of any undergarment underneath. It appeared as if she was completely naked except for the fur coat, her long, straight, smooth legs exposed to the air, clad in 7-centimeter gold round-toe heels. She strode in with an air of captivating charm.

"Hello! Everyone, I'm here."

Vera Su entered the house with her signature hearty laughter, her eyes immediately fixed on me. A bad feeling washed over me. She rushed over, wearing a soft fur coat, and wrapped her long arms around my neck, giving me a very affectionate cheek kiss.

Although she quickly released her arms, I could already feel the gazes of the other three women in the room. Yang Naijin looked somewhat surprised and confused; Mei Yu seemed lost in thought with a half-smile; and my mother's gentle eyes had turned sharp, like two swords staring intently at me, making me extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Vera Su immediately shifted her attention to Yang Naijin, hugging her and chatting and laughing intimately for a while before letting go.

At this moment, she turned to face Mei Yu. Mei Yu, who had been standing quietly in place, stepped forward, a flawless, gentle smile on her pure and beautiful face, and said, "Welcome back, Su."

This time, Vera Su did not rush forward to embrace her as enthusiastically as before. She simply shook hands with Mei Yu politely, a similarly reserved smile on her face

, and said, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Michelle." These two beautiful mature women, with their first-rate looks, figures, and excellent temperament, stood facing each other. Like fully armed warriors, they probed each other's backgrounds before revealing cautious and wary expressions. Although they appeared to be chatting and laughing happily, even strangers could sense the indescribable atmosphere between them.

Logically, it's difficult for two equally outstanding women to truly become good friends, so it's not hard to understand Mei Yu and Vera Su's attitude towards each other. However, their lives are involuntarily intertwined, both because of the same man. And now they're standing together to save that man—is this a strange twist of fate?

Mei Yu was the first to recover. She politely introduced her mother to Vera Su. Her mother, who had been staring at me intently, quickly turned around, nodding and offering a fairly natural smile, lightly shaking hands with Vera Su. Vera

Su, on the other hand, looked her mother over with interest, exclaiming, "I was wondering why Gao Yan is so handsome! His mother is indeed a great beauty!"

Her mother merely responded to the compliment with a faint smile. Vera Su, oblivious to the hostility in her mother's eyes, continued chatting with her.

It was Mei Yu who stepped in to resolve the situation. She first instructed the waiter to serve the dishes, and then invited everyone to take their seats.

The round table in the private room wasn't very large, but it was just right for the five of us. Mei Yu naturally sat in the host's seat, with Vera Su to her right and my mother to her left. Yang Naijin sat next to my mother, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, I was placed between Vera Su and Yang Naijin, facing my mother directly.

Soon, one tropical dish after another was served, including Nyonya pork knuckle in vinegar, curry chicken, pumpkin dalang cake, tom yum soup, and satay skewers. These dishes were typical Malaysian flavors, mostly sweet and sour, and invariably included curry and spices.

Mei Yu treated us with the utmost hospitality, serving us dishes while explaining the unique ways of eating Malaysian cuisine. From her casual words, it was clear she had put a lot of thought into this meal; even Vera Su, who is extremely particular about food, couldn't find anything wrong with it.

The waiter brought over an opened bottle of red wine, pouring the deep red liquid into our glasses. A rich aroma of wine wafted out. Vera Su casually raised her glass, sniffed it, and exclaimed with some surprise, "Wow, this is genuine estate wine! This place is quite something."

"I brought this from home. I know ordinary red wine wouldn't meet your standards," Mei Yu replied with a composed smile.

"Haha, thank you for your trouble, but this Bordeaux Chateaurou isn't cheap." Vera Su brought the glass to her lips, took a small sip, smacked her lips a few times, closed her eyes to think for a moment, then opened her beautiful eyes and said, "The 1982 Paulillac was as peaceful as ever. There was a lot of rain in late spring that year, but the hot, dry summer made up for it all. The Soviet Union was declining, the general strikes had ended. It was a balanced and complete, magnificent and meticulous year, just like this wine, an irreplaceable masterpiece."

Vera Su only needed a light sniff and a taste to describe the flavors of the red wine in the glass so vividly. Her ability to appreciate wine was astonishing, and even those of us who knew nothing about wine listened with great interest.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful," Mei Yu clapped and cheered softly. "This wine was brought back by Xiaopeng and me from our visit to France three years ago. He has treasured it and kept it in his cellar, saying he wanted to taste it together with you when you returned to China."

"Xiaopeng always said that only you could appreciate the unique qualities of the 1982, and seeing it today, I can confirm it."

Mei Yu spoke with great emotion, moving not only Vera Su but also us completely into her words. We were touched by the scene and felt a connection to her through the wine. I think even the most hard-hearted person would be moved by her words.

Once all the dishes were served, Mei Yu gracefully stood up, holding her wine glass. She said softly, "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a special day. I've met an old friend I haven't seen in a long time, a long-time friend of the Yang family. Given her fame, my introduction seems somewhat superfluous."

"Even so, I still want to express my heartfelt admiration and gratitude for her heroic and chivalrous actions." As she spoke, Mei Yu glanced around the table, her gaze finally settling on Vera Su.

"Come, let us raise our glasses in a grand toast to welcome Ms. Su Vera." Mei Yu finished her last sentence with a smile, raised her glass, and downed nearly half a glass of deep red liquid in one gulp.

My mother and Vera Su both took a small sip. Yang Naijin and I, who were driving, simply raised our glasses to our lips as a gesture before putting them down.

"Michelle, after all these years, you haven't changed at all," Vera Su said with a smile as she stood up, shaking her head slightly.

"There's something I've kept in my heart for a long time, and I want to take this opportunity to say it today." Vera Su's eyes sparkled as she turned to Mei Yu.

"Dear Mei, I've always admired you, both in your career and in life. You're Xiao Peng's best partner, and his choice is undoubtedly correct."

Mei Yu had been listening attentively to Vera Su, and a rare emotional fluctuation appeared on her face.

"However, you could have been more honest with me, because I wouldn't have stood by and watched Xiao Peng suffer such misfortune, whether in public or private." A hint of sadness flashed in Vera Su's eyes. "But

I'm still very grateful for your kindness and thoughtfulness, especially for the rare and precious gift you've given me." Vera Su gazed at Mei Yu with her beautiful eyes, a slight smile unconsciously appearing on her bright red lips.

Although she didn't name names, I could feel my face getting hot. Yang Naijin didn't notice anything, but my mother, sitting opposite me, clearly cast a suspicious glance at me.

Mei Yu stood up with a smile on her face. The two of them held their wine glasses and hugged each other affectionately, their faces touching. When their hair touched, they seemed to whisper a few words to each other. Then they each drank the red wine in their glasses, as if the grudges of more than ten years had been resolved in this glass of wine.

Afterwards, everyone began to eat and chat. The conversation at the banquet was mainly led by Mei Yu and Vera Su. They shared similar educational backgrounds and upbringings, and both were quick-witted. Mei Yu's remarks were often witty and insightful, while Vera Su was always witty and humorous. They talked and laughed frequently, showing no signs of the deep rift between them.

Their conversation occasionally included snippets of conversation.

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