【Urban Flower Hunting Chronicles】(Volume 1, Chapter 17)

Chapter Seventeen Going Home with Gu Shiyun (Part Two)

Gu Shiyun's home was a small villa, with a retro style, simple layout, and tranquil environment. It was

clear that its owner had very high taste; otherwise, how could they have raised such a gentle, obedient, and pure daughter

?

Unlike the grand and imposing surrounding buildings, this house was more likely to evoke a sense of intimacy.

Lin Qiu followed Gu Shiyun inside. "Flowers are blooming, birds are singing, I slowly left

the middle of the water, wading across to the other side of the river, dark clouds are rolling, heavy rain is falling, sorrowful flowers bloom in the water,

cruel people in the world reach out and break them."

The voice was sharp and delicate, like a babbling brook, clear and melodious, drifting in the small house, stirring and trembling

Lin Qiu 's heart. Such heavenly music was hard to find in the world. Following the sound of the opera, a woman in a cheongsam was speaking in a soft,

melodious voice with her back to him.

Dressed in a classic cheongsam, holding a fragrant fan in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other, her graceful steps and elegant

figure exuded a classical charm, embodying the beauty of the East.

Therefore, Lin Qiu had always had a special fondness for women in cheongsams. Looking at Gu Shiyun's entranced expression

, Lin Qiu was certain that this woman had some special relationship with Gu Shiyun.

Furthermore, although the woman's back was turned to him, the pink silk cheongsam accentuated

her , slender shoulders.

The buttons of her sheer bra were faintly visible beneath the silk cheongsam, tightly encasing her ample bosom, arousing

a longing and yearning for the woman's fair and delicate bosom.

Exquisite knotted buttons were cleverly applied to the neckline, hem, and side seams, further enhancing her

voluptuousness; the fair, tender flesh was subtly revealed, making one want to explore further.

The exquisite ropes and intricate coils, depicting dragons and phoenixes, butterflies and flowers, each lifelike, made the woman in

the cheongsam appear mysterious, elegant, and noble, as if she were a rare beauty belonging to high society.

Her perfect body, so smooth and wrinkle-free under the tight pressure of the silk cheongsam, exuded

grace , elegance, and allure.

The cheongsam reached her thighs, with slits on both sides, the hem above the knee, slightly tapering to

reveal her slender, exquisite legs. Her soft, supple buttocks, supported by the skirt, seemed ready to burst

forth at any moment—a seductive pose that ignited a fire in Lin Qiu's lower body.

Pink crystal high heels paired with sheer stockings added to the mystery and nobility, the woman's beauty

displayed without reservation.

"Mom, you sing so well!"

The woman stopped singing. Lost in her performance, she turned around immediately upon hearing her daughter's voice.

A smile that could launch a thousand ships—a celestial beauty indeed!

Her beauty rivaled Song Yuya's, and although she was already in her forties, time showed no signs of aging on her

face . Her skin remained as fair and delicate as a young girl's, yet

a mature charm lingered between her arched brows. A faint fragrance permeated her being, captivating all who heard it.

Especially her ample bosom—truly a peerless treasure. In Lin Qiu's mind, only

the mother Gongsun Qingcheng, could rival it.

"Xiaoyun's back. Who is this boy?"

The celestial beauty, Gu Shiyun's mother, Zhang Qiaoqing, was overjoyed to see her daughter

, but a hint of doubt flickered in her beautiful eyes when she saw the little boy beside her.

"He's my classmate,"

Gu Shiyun whispered, avoiding her mother's gaze.

"Oh,"

Zhang Qiaoqing didn't press the matter, gesturing for Lin Qiu to sit down.

"Mom's going to cook for you. You must not have eaten since you got back."

Zhang Qiaoqing, a typical virtuous and domestic woman, hurried into the kitchen, her excitement

barely concealed.

"Where's Dad? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Gu Shiyun's joyful face flashed with a hint of disappointment.

"He's not coming back today,"

Zhang Qiaoqing's voice came.

"Just like Uncle Lu,"

Gu Shiyun pouted and complained.

"Men are all like that!"

Zhang Qiaoqing's voice was calm.

"Gu Shiyun, what does your mother do?"

Lin Qiu asked.

"She's an opera singer,"

Gu Shiyun said, biting her red lips.

"Then why are there so many certificates and awards on your house? They're all big awards. Can your mother win so many awards for singing opera

?"

"Actually, I'll tell you, but don't be angry, okay? Actually, my mother is the head of the Beijing Art Troupe, a famous Peking Opera master

in China , and ranked second on the list of beauties in the art world."

Gu Shiyun's face showed a hint of envy, and her tone was a little uneasy, as if she was afraid

that .

"I see."

A sly smile crept onto Lin Qiu's face.

"Don't be angry. I know I shouldn't have lied to you, but I was afraid you'd feel

pressured "

Gu Shiyun explained, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

"How could I blame you? You were just thinking of me,"

Lin Qiu said, putting his arm around Gu Shiyun's delicate shoulders.

"Mmm,"

Gu Shiyun replied softly, her face flushed.

"Auntie's cooking, I'll go help,"

Lin Qiu asked, seeking Gu Shiyun's opinion.

"Can you cook?"

Gu Shiyun asked, puzzled.

"Of course, I've been cooking since I was little,"

Lin Qiu said, feigning ignorance.

"You can cook?"

Gu Shiyun said, a hint of guilt in her voice.

"I can't cook, you won't hate me, will you?"

Gu Shiyun added.

"Of course not, I love taking care of people,"

Lin Qiu said, making it very clear.

As he finished speaking, Lin Qiu's deep masculine breath hit Gu Shiyun's face, making her

dizzy with excitement .

Their lips met silently, sweet saliva

mingling like sworn enemies from a past life, unwilling to part.

They lingered for a long time, and when they finally came to their senses, Gu Shiyun, incredibly shy, couldn't face Lin Qiu and immediately ran away.

Of course, Lin Qiu was more than happy to oblige.

He went to the kitchen and saw her beautiful, alluring figure; the passion he had just suppressed with Gu

Shiyun reignited.

"Auntie, let me help you,"

Lin Qiu said seriously.

Startled by the sudden voice, Zhang Qiaoqing dropped the spatula, her chest

heaving as if it might burst from her clothes at any moment. Lin Qiu was momentarily stunned.

Regaining her composure, Zhang Qiaoqing saw Lin Qiu's dazed expression and assumed he was frightened by her earlier outburst.

"It's alright, Auntie doesn't care, it was my own carelessness,"

she quickly comforted him.

"I'm sorry, Auntie,"

Lin Qiu, now fully recovered, immediately became incredibly obedient.

"It's alright."

Zhang Qiaoqing squatted down to pick up the fallen spatula.

Looking through the neckline of her cheongsam, the deep white skin, rippling in waves, seemed to evoke the most

beautiful sight in the world for Lin Qiu, instantly arousing him.

"Why don't you cut this carrot?"

Zhang Qiaoqing said with a kind smile, trying to fulfill Lin Qiu's wish.

Lin Qiu had never cooked before; he had no idea where to begin cutting a carrot, so he just haphazardly

moved the knife according to his own will.

"This child, you've cut it wrong."

Zhang Qiaoqing smiled slightly, her alluring gesture lingering in Lin Qiu's heart.

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