"Auntie, I miss you..." Ye Fan paid no heed to the man's astonishment, not even glancing his way. He simply reached out both arms to embrace this mature woman, holding her tightly.
Her full breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and he could even feel the softness radiating from those two full mounds. The burning desire extinguished by the train attendant threatened to reignite, but he forced it down. This was his aunt! Though they shared no blood relation, she was the closest person to him in this world besides his grandfather. How could he harbor such thoughts?
Suppressing the wicked thoughts in his heart, Ye Fan stared intently at the woman before him, tears glistening in his eyes!
He had grown year after year, yet she seemed unchanged—still as beautiful, still radiating that peerless grace. Even now, beyond becoming more stunning, Ye Fan could find not a single trace of time's passage upon her!
"Good boy, Auntie knows. Auntie missed you too..." Hearing Ye Fan's simple words, tears welled up in Sikong Yanan's eyes. This woman, who drove a Lamborghini Reventón, who commanded the vast Sikong family as a woman, who was called the richest woman in Linhai City, was now weeping openly over Ye Fan's simple words, "Auntie, I missed you."
If word of this scene got out, who knew what kind of uproar it would cause!
The tragic man beside them could only stare in astonishment. Such a stunning woman, who looked barely over twenty, was actually this kid's aunt?
How could that be possible?
Was she perhaps born to his grandfather's mistress?
"Come on, Fan, Auntie will take you home..." Sikuang Yanran seemed to realize they were in public, her tears drawing attention. She forced back the tears welling in her eyes, grabbed Ye Fan's hand, and slipped into the sports car!
Soon, the roar of the sports car's engine echoed as it sped away, leaving the tragic man standing there, utterly bewildered!
"How's the old man?" Sikong Yanran asked as she drove, her eyes occasionally glancing at Ye Fan, filled with equal joy!
"Not dead..." Ye Fan snapped out of his extreme surprise and replied casually!
While others called him "the old man," Ye Fan had always referred to him as the "old bastard"!
Of course, that didn't mean he didn't respect his grandfather. On the contrary, deep down he cherished him dearly—just as he cherished the beautiful auntie before him!
"Hehe, if you didn't die, it means your body's in good shape. You don't need to worry. This time, just stay put in Linhai City. Your auntie has already spoken with the principal of Linhai Academy and enrolled you in the Chinese Department. After resting a few days, you can start attending classes..." SiKong Yanran giggled coyly!
"Why Chinese Literature?"
Ye Fan knew he was here to study, but hadn't considered what major to pursue. Since his aunt had arranged it, he'd go with Chinese Literature—though he couldn't fathom why she'd choose that department!
"Because Chinese Literature has more beautiful girls..."
"..." Ye Fan was speechless. Where did he find an aunt like this? Every other parent was cautious when filling out their child's application, yet she chose Chinese Literature because it had more beautiful girls. Was she actually trying to send him there to pick up girls?
But that sounded pretty good!
"What's wrong, Fan? Are you unhappy? I remember when you were little, you told Auntie that when you grew up, you wanted to marry eight girls." Seeing Ye Fan's flustered expression, Sikong Yanran giggled. This kid actually knows how to blush!
"..." Ye Fan was speechless again. This whole thing started when he was four, after watching a movie about Wei Xiaobao. He'd asked his aunt why Wei Xiaobao could marry seven wives. Auntie had explained it was because Wei Xiaobao was a man of great ability.
The childishly naive Ye Fan then declared he would become even more capable than Wei Xiaobao.
When Auntie asked how he planned to surpass Wei Xiaobao, he replied, "I'll marry eight wives!"
That was just a childish remark he'd long forgotten—who knew his aunt still remembered it!
"Don't worry, the Chinese department will definitely have someone you like. Even if not, Auntie knows so many gorgeous women—young beauties, little cuties, tiny sweethearts. Whatever type you fancy, Auntie can find it for you. Of course, if you don't mind an old hag like me, Auntie could even be your wife…"
"..." Ye Fan was utterly speechless. What kind of aunt does this? She wouldn't even spare her own nephew...
But glancing at Sikong Yanran's thighs encased in stockings, her towering bust, and her exquisite features, his thoughts inevitably wandered. Having such a stunning wife in the future wouldn't be so bad!
...
Linhai Railway Station lay north of the city, while Sikong Yanran's residence was in the affluent southern district.
The Lamborghini sports car merged onto the Ring Expressway from Sichuan Road. Along the way, the two chatted intermittently, making time fly by.
Before long, they arrived!
Before Ye Fan could admire the villa's exterior, Sikong Yanran had already pulled him inside...
"Come on, Auntie will show you your room..." She tugged him upstairs. This three-story
small villa. The first floor housed the main hall and kitchen, along with a small room for the maid. The second floor contained three bedrooms, while the third floor featured
a study and a small rooftop garden.
Dragged by Sikong Yanran up to the second floor, the first room off the staircase had remained unoccupied. Beyond it lay a compact lounge. Further ahead lay two rooms facing each other. The door to the right stood wide open, revealing a massive soft bed. The entire room's decor exuded an air of elegance, even carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance.
"This is my room... Come, see yours. Are you satisfied with how Auntie prepared it for you?"
Sikong Yanran gestured toward her own room before personally opening the door to another chamber for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's gaze settled on the spacious room, easily over sixty square meters. At its center stood an enormous round bed—large enough for seven or eight people to sleep together. To the left stood a massive wooden wardrobe, while to the right lay a door leading to a small balcony adorned with various plants and flowers.
Beyond that, the floor was carpeted, and there was a separate, equally spacious bathroom. Installed within was a whirlpool massage bathtub, and the entire bathroom was partitioned with frosted glass. If someone were bathing inside, a faint silhouette could be glimpsed.
Seeing this scene, tears welled up in Ye Fan's eyes. This room's decor was identical to the bedroom he'd dreamed of as a child.
Back then, he was only about five years old, while his aunt was twelve. Living in the countryside with few rooms, they always shared a bed. That room was tiny and completely enclosed, unbearably hot in summer. Even then, he'd told his aunt, that when he grew up, he would build a huge house, make the bedroom enormous, and get a massive round bed...
Those were just the innocent words of a child. Who would have thought that after all these years, even he had forgotten them, yet his aunt remembered them clearly? How could he not be moved?
"Well? Are you satisfied?" Sikong Yanran, unaware of Ye Fan's tears, asked with a smile.
"Auntie..." Ye Fan suddenly spun around, pulling Sikong Yanran into his arms. Feeling the full softness of her chest against him, he felt an unprecedented warmth flood his entire heart.
Caught off guard by Ye Fan's sudden embrace, Sikong Yanran startled. Sensing his sorrow, she grew even more alarmed.
"What's wrong, my dear boy..."
"Auntie, thank you. Thank you for remembering..." Ye Fan fought back the tears welling in his eyes as he spoke.
Sikong Yanran finally exhaled in relief. She'd been worried something terrible had happened.
"Silly boy, your matters are Auntie's matters. Of course, I remember. Now, you're a grown man—what kind of sight is this, crying like a child? Go take a shower first. Auntie will change, too. Later, I'll take you out for a nice meal..." She patted Ye Fan's head affectionately, her voice soft, then turned toward her room. As she walked, she began unbuttoning her little suit jacket. By the time she reached her bedroom, she'd already tossed it carelessly onto the bed.
Beneath it, she wore a sheer white blouse. As the jacket fell away, the black bra straps beneath became visible. When she turned, half of her dark lingerie was exposed.
Seemingly oblivious, Sikong Yanran unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off in front of Ye Fan. Revealed beneath was a black lace bra. The intricate black lace was beautiful, but the half-sphere it cradled was even more so!
Her skin was exceptionally fair and tender. Though in her twenties, she retained the complexion of a young girl, yet her breasts were several times larger than those of any maiden, at least an E-cup. Especially now, as she stood sideways to Ye Fan, that half-exposed peak appeared even more magnificent. Ye Fan did not doubt that even his large hands couldn't fully grasp those jade peaks.
"Gulp!" Naturally, Ye Fan silently swallowed hard.
Sikong Yanran seemed oblivious. After tossing her shirt onto the bed, she began removing her black skirt. Right before Ye Fan's eyes, she slipped it off, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs. Especially alluring were the black stockings she wore, paired with a semi-transparent lace black thong. Such a sight was enough to drive any man mad, and even Ye Fan was struggling to maintain control.