Dragon Tattoo - Chapter 682 Mother Bai Suzhen

Qiu Yujing often thought: If the assassin were to send Wenlong to his death, after some time, her mother might just agree to He Kun's marriage proposal. Fate, ah, it just loves to play tricks on people.
The saying goes, "You may plant flowers with care, but they may not bloom; you may plant willows without intention, and they may thrive." Unexpectedly, the interrogation yielded an unexpected reward: the killer confessed to planning a car accident that killed one and injured another. The seriously injured victim later reportedly died despite attempts to save him. The local police station chief was immediately alarmed and reported the matter to the branch bureau. The branch bureau chief, however, refused to listen and immediately reported it to the city bureau, which then passed it on to the National Security Bureau. What happened after that remains unknown.
Anyway, Wenlong quickly received a notification from Tian Ge that since the tomb-guarding and protection operation had lasted for a month, the mission was considered complete and the operation could end. Surprisingly, both Old Weng and Ximen called to express their satisfaction and offer their condolences.
The investigation results reported by Yuanba and Yuanqing indicate that while Qiu Yuxuan's death appears to be the work of assassins dispatched by He Kun, the situation is far more complex. At least one thing is certain: the role Wenlong played in the Zhong Xin and Zhang Xiaoqian cases was revealed by Qiu Yuxuan to the Zhang brothers, Zhi and Zhigang, directly leading to Wenlong's being hunted down by Zhang Zhigang in Sihai City. Even Lü Jun's plane crash is linked to Qiu Yuxuan. Perhaps Qiu Yuxuan wanted to de-escalate the situation, perhaps he received a hint from above, or perhaps he was instructed by someone else; in any case, with no one left to testify, the truth remains unclear.
Wenlong once suspected that neither Elder Weng nor Ximen could prove their innocence in Qiu Yuxuan's death. Ximen couldn't tolerate his secretary-general's betrayal, and Elder Weng wouldn't allow anyone to touch his interests, whether it was Lü Jun or Wenlong—he could touch them, but no one else could! According to Yuanba and Yuanqing's reports, the waters behind these events in the capital were too deep, unfathomable, making the situation far more terrifying and complex.
Wenlong had initially felt some guilt towards Uncle Qiu, but that guilt had completely vanished. Qiu Yuxuan had both helped him and betrayed him; Wenlong disdained to hate a dead man, much less harm a living one, especially since Huang Xuanshi was innocent. He bid Huang Xuanshi a reluctant farewell and flew back to Sihai City. Half a month later, upon learning the joyous news that Huang Xuanshi was pregnant with his child, he came to pick her up to return together—but that's a story for another time.
A Boeing plane, flying from the capital to Sihai City, cut through the clouds. A handsome young man, deep in thought, sat by the window. As a flight attendant in a pink shirt and blue printed scarf pushed a cart past, she stopped in her tracks. His face, slightly tanned by the sun, was almost perfect. This, along with his upturned eyes, set a new and impeccable standard for masculinity. His full, red lips and strong, high nose were similarly flawed, though with a very slight, playful upturn.
This big boy was practically an exhibit. The flight attendant controlled herself, not wanting to stare at him so greedily, and focused on what she could do.
“Sir, do you need my services?” She stared at his smiling lips, his large, dark eyes, his hands, his body, his crotch. Her thin, dark eyebrows rose in questioning and an attempt to please. And it felt like an eternity before she regained her voice.
“Thank you, no need,” he replied, his eyes roaming almost ravenously over her body. When their eyes met, she was stunned by a deep, azure gaze. It wasn’t entirely due to his blatant desire, but rather she was surprised by how clear his eyes were.
He was Wenlong, just back from protecting Huang Xuanshi in the capital. Looking out the window, his gaze pierced through the wispy clouds; the plane had already flown over the bustling, crowded North China Plain and was now soaring over the Yangtze River; its silhouette swept across the vast, blue surface below; soon it would be flying into Sihai City, Suman Prefecture. The closer he got to home, the more intense his longing for his family became; he wished he could jump onto the plane immediately. Soon he would see his mother, whom he missed day and night, the one who had recently appeared so often in his dreams. The plane landed, kissing the earth. The kiss was like thunder, the intense screeching of the tires against the hard runway. Stepping out of the cabin, Wenlong took off his sunglasses. He had finally finished his month-long protection mission and was home. How familiar, how comfortable, how pleasant; even the sunlight, the shadows of the trees, the voices of people, the streets and alleys, the air and the wind, even the dust—all of it seemed to belong to him. Home? Yes, home! The most comfortable place in the world is your own home.
He followed the passengers out of the airport, and standing by the exit passage was a woman dressed entirely in deep red. She stood out vividly in the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers, like a long flame. She was waving at Wenlong from afar; she was Wenlong's mother, Bai Suzhen. Wenlong approached. She was indeed beautiful in red. A deep red shawl-like top, a deep red wide-pleated short coat, and deep red trousers tucked into a pair of deep red, tall, pure leather boots. A small leather bag of the same color slung over her shoulder. This made her hair appear even blacker and her face even whiter. Who would have thought she was the mother of this sixteen-year-old boy?
"Long'er." Bai Suzhen stepped forward and hugged her son, her face flushed with emotion. When Wenlong embraced his mother, he suddenly realized he was half a head taller than her, seemingly twice her size next to the not-so-short Bai Suzhen. At that moment, his penis swelled up as if blown by the wind, pressing against Bai Suzhen's abdomen. Wenlong froze, awkwardly wringing his hands. Bai Suzhen seemed oblivious, nestled in his arms, gazing at her son, noticing the maturity that had crept into his handsome face. She said, "Long'er, you've had a hard month. Your father is back; he should thank you properly."
"No, Mom, I'm fine. It's only right that I do my best for Dad," Wenlong said, releasing Bai Suzhen. To hide his embarrassment, Wenlong immediately went to get the luggage. Bai Suzhen hailed a taxi. As Wenlong stuffed a suitcase into the trunk, the driver said to Bai Suzhen, "Your husband looks really young," which made Bai Suzhen laugh. Sitting in the back seat, she held onto Wenlong's arm the whole time, asking her son about the journey, giving him a charming smile after each question.
Gazing at the streets of Sihai City, Wenlong felt as if a lost bird had returned to its homeland. A sense of intimacy, familiarity, harmony, and reluctance to part was overwhelming, like a warm breath enveloping him, suddenly moving him deeply. Where did this feeling come from? The aura emanating from these signs? The familiar accents spoken by the people walking along the street? Their familiar gestures and expressions? Or perhaps it was his mother, her soft body pressed against his chest. He held Bai Suzhen tightly, her large, watery eyes fixed on him, a contented smile on her face—a smile so captivating that it sent a shiver down Wenlong's spine.
Back home, having already received news from Yuanba and Yuanqing that his father was back, successfully becoming a committee member while continuing to serve as the governor of Suman Prefecture, would step down as governor in the next term and fully enter the Senate. The governor's mansion was large and spacious; it had been a long time since he had stayed there. Wenlong took a shower in his bathroom, and Bai Suzhen helped him take clothes out of his suitcase. She had already changed, wearing a pomegranate-red, low-cut crepe nightgown, a delicate chain hanging from her long, slender white neck. Her hair was loose, casually tied in a bun, with two alluring curls near her temples. Her makeup was still on, and there were faint, upward-sloping dark circles under her eyes. The rose-colored lipstick and the pomegranate-red dress made her skin appear as smooth as milk.
"Mom, is Grandpa all better?"
"Alright, it's alright now. You're still at your Uncle Yingming's house. Although your aunt and I are both filial, Yingming Junmei takes the best care of you. You can go see your grandfather another day!"
“That’s right. My uncle may seem carefree and easygoing, but he’s very thoughtful! And my aunt is even more virtuous and kind. She’s incredibly filial to my grandfather and takes such good care of him! This accident was a stroke of luck for my grandfather; he’s bound to have good fortune in the future. With my aunt taking care of him, he’ll definitely live to be a hundred.” Wenlong said with a smile, but in his heart, he thought of what Xiyuan had told him about her and her father-in-law. He also thought of his aunt, Wu Junmei, and his grandfather, Bai Laoda. He had felt that there was something off between his aunt and grandfather. Actually, as long as his grandfather was happy and his aunt was willing, he was happy to see it happen.
"Long'er, you rest for a while. My son and I will go buy groceries and wait for your father to come back so the three of us can have a proper meal together. It's been so long since our family has eaten together!" Bai Suzhen said, unaware that her son was having so many thoughts in that instant.
"Mom, I'll do as you say. Give me my underwear." Wenlong stuck half of his naked body out of the bathroom.
Bai Suzhen found a pair of underwear and handed it to him, saying, "Still the same as always, always so forgetful."
Wenlong did it on purpose. From the flushed face on Bai Suzhen's face when she handed him the underwear, he knew that his mother had caught a glimpse of his hard penis. The thing was swaying unruly, with its menacing glans erect, looking just like a snake baring its fangs.
He emerged from the bathroom, donning a loose bathrobe and drying his hair with a towel. Bai Suzhen was brewing coffee, the room filled with its rich aroma. Wenlong stared almost lewdly at her silhouette. A thin, crepe-like dress accentuated her figure; her waist was perfectly toned, with long, shapely legs, and her rounded hips and elegant back created a perfect curve. Black panties clung tightly to her round buttocks.

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