Qin Xiao's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and he immediately understood. This must be the Tang family matriarch whom that fool Ye Chen had been eyeing earlier. She was indeed a rare beauty, exuding charm. No wonder Ye Chen had spoken so recklessly; his audacity was truly astounding.
At this moment, the system also displayed the real name of the matriarch of the Tang family: Fang Mengru.
Fang Mengru's gaze fell on Qin Xiao, and in that instant, it was as if an invisible electric current struck her heart. The young man before her was not only handsome in appearance, but what attracted her even more was the calm temperament that was different from his surroundings, and his deep eyes seemed to hold an experience and stories far beyond his age.
A strange feeling spread and fermented rapidly in her heart. It was like a long-sealed string being suddenly plucked, or a wandering traveler finally seeing a lighthouse. This feeling came so intensely and so naturally that she almost forgot her identity as the matriarch of the Tang family, forgot the occasion, and forgot that her two daughters were standing beside her.
[Legendary Rebel Physique] Unbeknownst to her, it quietly activated, amplifying Qin Xiao's existence infinitely, precisely matching the long-suppressed loneliness and longing deep within her heart.
Almost subconsciously, following some irresistible instinct, she quickly stepped forward.
The next second, a soft, voluptuous body with amazing elasticity and mature charm crashed into his arms.
Unlike the delicate, youthful embrace of the twin girls, this was an extremely full embrace, carrying the rich fragrance unique to mature women, like a peony in full bloom, enveloping him without hesitation. The graceful curves outlined by the cheongsam clung tightly to him, the touch breathtaking.
Qin Xiao's brain went blank for 0.5 seconds.
What's going on?
This isn't how the script goes! We were just watching a youth campus drama, how did it suddenly fast-forward to an urban drama channel?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Tang Manshuang and Tang Manbing, two identical little faces, simultaneously displayed expressions of shock and disbelief, their mouths slightly open, enough to fit an egg.
Fang Mengru, however, seemed oblivious to anything amiss. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if drawing strength from something to reassure her. She gently rested her cheek against Qin Xiao's chest, her voice soft and content, like a dream.
"Xiao'er..." she called softly, her voice trembling slightly, "You've grown so much! Auntie used to hold you when you were little!"
Even she herself felt the reason was somewhat weak, but the warmth and reassurance of the embrace made her reluctant to let go. Her heart, which had been lonely for too long, seemed to have found a harbor to rest in at this moment.
She even slightly adjusted her posture, pressing herself even closer, as if trying to meld herself into the other person's body.
Qin Xiao: "..."
Auntie, aren't you hugging me a little too tightly? And are you sure you were hugging "me" when I was little?
This is different from the immaturity of a young girl who has not yet fully blossomed; rather, it is the fullness and voluptuousness unique to mature women, with curves like undulating mountains, tightly and impenetrably enveloping him.
He could even clearly feel the outline that was being drawn beneath the cheongsam, a silhouette that made his blood boil.
Was the hug a little too forceful?
This untimely thought had just flashed through Qin Xiao's mind.
The delicate body in his arms seemed to have its own consciousness, shifting restlessly as if searching for a more suitable and comfortable way to snuggle together.
A few minutes passed quietly.
Fang Mengru seemed completely absorbed in it, showing no intention of letting go.
Instead, she resembled a little girl who had received her beloved toy, her delicate cheeks flushed with an incredibly charming pink. She gently buried her head in Qin Xiao's chest, subtly adjusting her position as she leaned against him, greedily inhaling his scent.
No matter which angle you look at it from, this scene exudes an indescribable eeriness.
"cough……"
Qin Xiao tried to break the overly romantic atmosphere with a light cough, reminding the other party to be mindful of their boundaries.
Fang Mengru then slightly raised her naturally alluring face, her watery peach blossom eyes misty with a hazy mist, gazing at him so closely, her warm breath carrying the fragrance of orchids and musk, gently brushing against his cheek.
"Oh dear, really, I feel an instant connection with Xiao'er the moment I see him, I can't help but..."
She spoke words that sounded like an explanation, but her body showed no sign of leaving.
“I made that heartless husband leave early, leaving me to raise Manshuang and Manbing alone. It exhausted me.”
Her tone carried a hint of barely perceptible grievance and resentment, as if she were recounting years of bitterness.
"Fortunately, the children are all grown up now, and I don't have any burdens anymore. I guess I've finally made it through."
At this point, her tone suddenly shifted, and a certain emotion in her eyes became bolder and more direct, landing unabashedly on Qin Xiao's face.
"Xiao'er, do you... like girls who are a little older than you?"
Qin Xiao's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
"You mean... well, the kind people often call... the older sister type?"
Fang Mengru lowered her voice even further, with a seductive huskiness that felt like a feather gently brushing against the eardrum.
This is not the end yet.
She tilted her beautifully shaped chin slightly, and her rosy, full lips, like ripe cherries, almost touched Qin Xiao's earlobe.
"elder brother……"
That "brother" was uttered with such charm and allure, it was so sweet it could melt your bones.
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