This is his mother-in-law, Shen Rulan, the vice chairman of the Yunzhou Women's Federation.
From any angle, she doesn't look like a government official; instead, she looks like a sophisticated, mature woman who stepped out of a fashion magazine cover.
No, such words are not accurate enough for her.
She is a woman who truly "lives life," with a gentle charm that comes from having seen it all, and a captivating allure in every gesture she makes, with her full breasts and ample hips.
Chu Fan stood at the bottom of the steps, his lips parted slightly, but he ultimately couldn't bring himself to call out "Mom."
Shen Rulan smiled and walked gently toward him. The unique fragrance of a mature woman wafted in on the night breeze, not strong but alluring, making one want to take another breath.
"What are you doing standing so far away? Come in."
She spoke gently, then turned and walked towards the entrance.
Her steps were not fast, yet they carried a captivating charm—
Beneath the silk dress, her full, rounded buttocks swayed gently with her steps, the flesh swelling as if it might burst the hem at any moment. The curves of her waist were faintly visible in the interplay of light and shadow, making Chu Fan's throat tighten with desire.
Just as Chu Fan was about to take a step, a light voice suddenly came from inside the villa:
"Mom—is my sister back?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a petite young girl leaped lightly down the stairs. Her movements were light and quick, and the moment she landed, her black T-shirt flew up, instantly exposing her two long, fair legs to the light, even revealing glimpses of the pink skin on her inner thighs.
Her short T-shirt covered just to the top of her thighs, clinging tightly to her round and full buttocks. The fabric made her buttocks look as plump and tempting as a ripe peach, and even the delicate cleavage between her buttocks was clearly visible.
Her steps were light and quick, and the fabric clung to her buttocks, creating alluring curves. Every step bounced with a sensual, fleshy feel, making one's blood boil.
Her legs were straight and long, her skin was delicate and smooth, and her body was well-proportioned with the suppleness unique to young girls.
With a slight bend and extension of the knee, a tender slit of flesh appeared at the base of the thigh, and the short T-shirt under the crotch was just right in the sensitive area, clearly outlining the shape of the high, bulging honey hole, seductive and bold.
Is this... because she's not wearing underwear?
Chu Fan subconsciously wanted to turn his head, but his gaze was still firmly drawn to her, and he couldn't look away.
The girl turned and glanced at him, pouting slightly as she said with a hint of teasing, "Oh, where did this handsome guy come from?"
As she spoke, she strode over, casually tugging at the hem of her short T-shirt. The fabric grew shorter and shorter, stretching her full, youthful breasts taut. The fabric clearly outlined the cleavage and nipples, swaying slightly with each step. Her round, perky breasts were arousing the imagination.
As she walked, she winked at Chu Fan, her smile radiating a captivating allure: "You didn't... come here specifically to see me, did you?"
"Song Zhiyu, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Shen Rulan frowned slightly, her tone gentle but clearly displeased: "You have no manners at all, and you don't even dress properly."
"Okay, Mom!"
Song Zhiyu stuck out her tongue, looking completely unconcerned.
She turned around, walked to the sofa, and sat down in the middle of it.
As soon as she sat down, the black short-sleeved T-shirt slipped up her slender waistline, revealing a section of smooth and delicate skin on her lower back.
Her round, full buttocks sank into the soft sofa instantly, the fabric clinging tightly to her flesh, outlining her curves exceptionally clearly.
Song Zhiyu casually lifted one leg and crossed it over the other, her long legs overlapping, her knees raised high, and her thighs taut and firm.
The hem of her short T-shirt clung tightly to her sensitive crotch area, and as she swayed gently, the outline of her inverted triangle mound of flesh was clearly visible, even her two delicate labia were faintly visible.
Her platform shoes swayed gently, her ankles slender and straight, her entire leg dangling in front of Chu Fan, appearing and disappearing as if deliberately teasing his senses.
Chu Fan wanted to look away, but it was as if he was hooked by a hook, and he couldn't look away no matter what.
Song Zhiyu tilted her head to look at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said with a charming pout:
"Brother-in-law, don't just stand there and watch, come sit here. Do you expect me to invite you?"
Chu Fan's throat tightened, and he was about to reply when a series of crisp footsteps came from behind him.
"Song Zhiyu, what nonsense are you spouting now?"
His tone was cold, carrying an undisguised hint of displeasure.
He turned around and saw his aloof wife, Song Zhiyao.
She dragged a suitcase from the trunk of the car and walked through the door.
Her gaze fell on her younger sister, who was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and swinging her feet. She frowned slightly and said, "Song Zhiyu, what kind of posture is this? Is this appropriate?"
"Okay—"
Song Zhiyu pouted, drawing out her voice as if deliberately stalling for time, but in the end she obediently pulled her leg back.
"Alright, stop fooling around."
Shen Rulan interrupted her daughters, and Zhuan Tou smiled gently at Chu Fan and said, "Xiao Fan, sit down and have some water. The food will be ready soon!"
As she spoke, she walked towards the coffee table, bending slightly to pick up a water glass. Her silk dress clung to her full, rounded hips, outlining her shapely figure perfectly.
With the movement, the entire skirt stretched taut, revealing her shape. Her snowy buttocks trembled slightly before Chu Fan's eyes, soft and full, as if they might burst out of the fabric at any moment.
Chu Fan's throat was dry. He took the water glass, whispered "thank you," and had just taken a sip when a dignified male voice suddenly came from upstairs:
"Chu Fan, come up here for a moment."
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable tone.
"OK!"
Chu Fan was taken aback, then quickly responded, still holding his cup.
"Tsk, the old feudalist is at it again."
Song Zhiyu muttered something under her breath, her tone a mix of disdain and schadenfreude, though her eyes were smiling.
She swung her legs and grinned at Chu Fan: "Brother-in-law, you're in trouble—that old fogey is looking for you, and he'll probably say you're 'unambitious' and 'useless' or something again."
Chu Fan's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.
But he sighed silently to himself.