Double Eleven happened to fall on a Monday. For the entire week leading up to the weekend, Chu Yun and I were constantly juggling classes and lab work, sometimes even having meals delivered by Jingyan and Mu Xianning.
On Sunday evening, Chu Yun and I returned to N City from Shanghai.
"Oh my god... Is Professor Li insane? Asking us to optimize parameters to the level of those Ph.D. big shots in such a short time? That Ph.D. presenting on stage has published so many papers—how can we compare? Oh wait, you and I aren't the same. After all, you published papers back in high school." Chu Yun complained to me but then remembered I also had a father who was the deputy director of a research institute, instantly drawing a "clear line" between us.
"Come on, to put it nicely, we're comrades in the same trench. To put it bluntly, we're grasshoppers tied to the same rope. What are you trying to do?" I smirked. Honestly, if it weren't for Chu Yun's algorithm holding up and making Professor Li shine at the seminar, I doubt either of us would get any winter break.
"Oh, I didn't mean anything else, it's just that we should make use of the resources we have, right? If there's anything, why not consult your father more?" Chu Yun said with a lecherous grin.
"Get lost!" I put on my headphones and picked up my phone, though I had to admit what he said made sense.
As soon as I opened the Douyin app, a notification popped up.
"Your special follow 'Wanwan Yiren' is live streaming."
Mom is live streaming? I tapped to enter.
Instantly, the gentle melody of a guzheng filled my ears through the headphones. The screen showed our study at home—a large redwood desk occupied most of the frame, displaying Mom's usual calligraphy tools. To the right, a censer released wispy trails of smoke into the air; even through the screen, I could almost smell the fresh, soothing scent of agarwood.
Behind the desk, Mom, dressed in a blue dress, was holding a brush. She was carefully and slowly writing the character for "to think" or "to miss" (si) on a large sheet of rice paper, neatly flattened under a huanghuali paperweight.
The blue dress had a high collar and long, wide sleeves—clearly in the classical Ming dynasty style Mom loved. The cuffs and collar were adorned with golden lingzhi and ruyi patterns, making her already elegant and graceful appearance even more gentle and beautiful.
As she finished the last stroke of the character, the corners of Mom's lips lifted into a smile. She straightened up, causing the fullness of her chest to tremble slightly, a sight that was hard to ignore.
The comments below immediately exploded.
"Wow, the beauty is cosplaying today!"
"Whoa, it shook, it shook! Shake it again, beauty!" — Blocked!
"A mature woman like this... impossible to handle!"
"Such a great figure?"
Si, what are you thinking about? Looks like another lonely, resentful woman trapped at home /dog head" — What dog head? Blocked!
Mom's livestream had over a hundred viewers, but I couldn't keep up with blocking all the inappropriate comments.
I tapped on the viewer list in the upper right corner. At the top was "Lan Lan Lan"—Aunt Ouyang had gifted several tens of thousands again. Was Aunt Ouyang watching too?
Second on the list was another frequent gifter with the username "Rain Veil Light Duckweed," a female account. Judging by her posts, she seemed to be a mature businesswoman. She had also gifted several thousand. This person seemed to have added Mom as a friend on Douyin, and they chatted occasionally.
Third was a male account named "Ancient Tea," who had gifted a few hundred.
Fourth was "Universe Under Heaven," also with a few hundred in gifts, followed by scattered supporters with lower-tier badges.
Although Mom wasn't relying on this to make money, it was still a form of appreciation.
"Hey, Lin Xuanyu, you're peeking at beauties again," Chu Yun's voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you talking about? This is my mom. She's just streaming for fun in her free time," I retorted with a frown.
"Oh, so this is your esteemed mother! Bro! Young Master Lin! My apologies, I was wrong! So wrong! But Auntie is really stunning, isn't she? What's her Douyin ID? I'll follow her." Chu Yun put on a shamelessly pleading act.
"Get lost! You're in charge of the PPT when we get back!"
"Okay!"
When I got home, Mom had already ended her livestream. I went into Xuanman's room and found her happily tapping away on her phone. As soon as I entered, she swiftly and skillfully tossed the phone into a drawer.
"You scared me! I thought it was Mom."
"What are you up to again? Mom doesn't even police you that strictly. It's not like she forbids you from using your phone during the holidays."
"Hmph... none of your business!" Xuanman was becoming more and more mischievous with me lately.
I took a shower to unwind, then returned to my room to let Jingyan and Aunt Ouyang know I was back safely.
Jingyan pouted proudly again, saying I should have replied to her right away instead of after my shower. I laughed and flirted with her for a while.
Aunt Ouyang replied with some caring words and a photo.
The photo was a selfie of Aunt Ouyang holding her phone. In the picture, she was wearing a red strappy nightgown—more accurately, a negligee—with an extremely short hem, practically a seductive style.
Aunt Ouyang had her hair swept to one side, her beautiful face wearing a doting, tempting smile. One strap of the negligee was hanging on her shoulder, while the other had mischievously slipped down her arm. As a result, one of her firm, smooth breasts was exposed, with the pale, tender peak crowned by a round, pink nipple like a dewy pink flower, utterly alluring.
Aunt Ouyang, are you deliberately seducing me?
I didn't even know how to reply.
Right, I should ask Yue Feng. I've been swamped these past few days and haven't had time to check the Conqueror Forum.
When I eagerly logged into the Conqueror Forum, a title on the homepage flashing in rainbow colors with a "NEW" tag beside it instantly struck me like a thunderbolt.
"Xiaoyu's Happy Sex Life in Progress—Passionate Fucking, Incontinent L Hot Mom"
Without bothering to check Yue Feng's reply, I lay on the bed and directly clicked on this post.
The post began:
Hey everyone, I'm Xiaoyu, the "Xiao" from happiness, the "Yu" from happiness. It's November, and the weather is really nice. Lately, it's been sunny and bright, with birds singing and flowers blooming, haha.
Please forgive my nonsense, hehe. Although the weather is getting colder, my relationship with L Hot Mom is getting hotter and hotter.
Ever since L Hot Mom agreed to be my girlfriend, even though on the surface we're still boss and subordinate, I can be a bit more casual in private. Enough talk, here's the real deal.
[Chat Record Image]
Zhao Chenyu: "[Image] (a photo of a potted plant)"
Zhao Chenyu: "**Wife, I arranged some flowers in the yard. Even though it's autumn, there are still some with nice colors. I just bought some small chrysanthemums. Do you have any recommendations, wife?"
(I stared closely at the two censored words before "wife." They seemed identical, so were they "Lanlan"? Is Zhao Chenyu being this brazen?)
Aunt Ouyang: "Just do as you like, but keep it tidy. And who's your wife?"
Zhao Chenyu: "You are."
Zhao Chenyu: "[Sticker] (a dog sticking out its tongue and licking a high-heeled beauty's calf)"
Aunt Ouyang: "Eww… that's disgusting. I can see now, I should've found you a girlfriend earlier to keep you from pestering me all day."
Zhao Chenyu: "Huh? Wife, are you ordering me to two-time? No, you must be testing me. I'd never do that."
Aunt Ouyang: "How about I introduce you to someone?"
Zhao Chenyu: "Sure!"
Aunt Ouyang: "So eager? Didn't you say you didn't want one?"
Zhao Chenyu: "Please begin your self-introduction."
Aunt Ouyang: "Get lost! And stop sending me those disgusting ugly things of yours!"
Zhao Chenyu: "It's my morning longing for you."
Aunt Ouyang: "Send it again and I'll block you!"
Zhao Chenyu: "Yes, wife! I won't send it in the morning anymore! I'll send it after dark, so it won't be called 'blocking' then."
Aunt Ouyang: "[Sticker] (a panda laughing hahaha)"
Zhao Chenyu: "Hehe, my wife's happiness is my greatest joy."
Aunt Ouyang: "Not bad, that line really hits the spot."
Zhao Chenyu: "Kiss kiss, wife~ Call me hubby~"
Aunt Ouyang: "Stinky hubby!"
I've said it before—L Mama is someone who dares to love and dare to hate. Since she's already agreed to be my girlfriend, she won't put on that aloof, high-and-mighty act anymore.
[Chat Record Image]
Zhao Chenyu: "Is the dinner party over, wife? Do you need me to pick you up?"
(Dinner party? I remember when Aunt Ouyang attended that dinner party, I was away on a business trip with my advisor. Aunt Ouyang sent me a photo—one showing cleavage—and complained that I didn't reply at the time.)
Aunt Ouyang: "Almost done, no need to pick me up."
Zhao Chenyu: "You've worked hard, wife, having to deal with all that. Want to come over? I'll give you a shoulder rub and massage your legs."
Aunt Ouyang: "No need, I'll head straight home later."
Zhao Chenyu: "Alright, then I'll give you a shoulder rub and leg massage tomorrow."
Aunt Ouyang: "Deal! You're so considerate."
Zhao Chenyu: "You must have looked absolutely stunning today, wife."
Aunt Ouyang: "[Image] (Aunt Ouyang leans lazily and elegantly against the chairback, wearing a wine-red velvet slip dress that outlines her sexy and alluring figure. Her dark, wavy hair is swept to one side, with two mutton-fat jade earrings dangling from her ears. A cream-colored shawl drapes over her shoulders, half-concealing and half-revealing, exuding both grace and softness. Unfortunately, Aunt Ouyang's face is blurred in the photo, so I couldn't admire her meticulously made-up appearance. My gaze is drawn to the necklace on her chest—a heart-shaped, icy-green jadeite, the very one I gave Aunt Ouyang. But why wasn't she wearing it when she sent me the photo?)"
Zhao Chenyu: "Was that necklace a gift from your senior for your birthday?"
Aunt Ouyang: "Yes~"
Zhao Chenyu: "Even though you look so beautiful, I can't help but feel there's exhaustion in your eyes."
Aunt Ouyang: "Yeah, I didn't want to attend these things. Right now, I'm not really interested in the business discussions at this party."
Zhao Chenyu: "That's right. With such a large family business, you should focus more on yourself, wife. Live for yourself and shine as a mature, leading lady!"
Aunt Ouyang: "Ah! You little sweet-talker, hitting right where it counts."
Aunt Ouyang: "~"
Zhao Chenyu: "—"
Aunt Ouyang: "Right now, I just want to be a housewife, haha."
Zhao Chenyu: "Sure, I'll be with you, wife."
Aunt Ouyang: "You? Focus on doing your job well first."
Zhao Chenyu: "Making my wife happy is my job, hehe."
Aunt Ouyang: "Alright, it's about to end. I'm leaving."
Zhao Chenyu: "Can hubby see something others can't?"
Aunt Ouyang: "I knew you were up to no good! Wait a sec."
Aunt Ouyang: "[Image] (The background of the photo is a sink, likely taken in a restroom. Aunt Ouyang has already removed the necklace from her chest. The camera angle is from above, looking down. Aunt Ouyang's hand hooks the fabric of her slip dress at the chest, revealing a deep cleavage and the fair, tender breasts wrapped in a black lace bra. This photo is exactly the one she sent me—so it was meant for Zhao Chenyu?! For a moment, I didn't even know how I should feel.)"
Aunt Ouyang: "Satisfied?"
Zhao Chenyu: "Wife! I'll come pick you up."
Auntie Ouyang: "What naughty thoughts are you having again!"
Zhao Chenyu: "Hehe, I'm coming to pick you up. I'll be there in five minutes."
Auntie Ouyang: "Five minutes? Have you been waiting here for me all along? ** is still here too." (Subtitle: It's Secretary Z, L Mom's assistant)
Zhao Chenyu: "Heehee, let ** drive back by herself. I'll pick up my wife myself."
Auntie Ouyang: "You're so mischievous!"
L Mom and Secretary Z went to attend a banquet. Originally, L Mom had asked Secretary Z to drive her home, but I thought it was a rare opportunity, so I came early to wait for her. Of course, a mature woman like L Mom catches on quickly. Knowing I was here, she naturally had to accompany her husband, haha.
[Video] (I took a deep breath, put on my headphones, glanced guiltily at the door, and then clicked to play the video.)
The video begins:
The scene appears inside a car—red and white interior, along with a small bar. It's definitely a business vehicle. This guy is so clever he even blurred the rearview mirror. The camera shifts, pointing out the window. It must be Zhao Chenyu holding the phone to film. Strangely, he isn't in the driver's seat but in the back. The car window is tinted, and the distant scenery is blurred. I have no idea where he is. The only thing not blurred is a woman walking toward the car, wrapped in a black trench coat and wearing a red dress.
This woman is undoubtedly Auntie Ouyang, but this car... I've genuinely never seen it before.
Auntie Ouyang jogs toward the car. As soon as she reaches out, the electric door slowly opens, and Auntie Ouyang's delicate, pretty face is instantly obscured by a red queen mask.
"Why did you come to the back?" Auntie Ouyang asks as she gets into the car.
"Came to sit here," Zhao Chenyu says, shifting inward to make room for Auntie Ouyang.
"I'm asking you, and you're still filming with your phone. What are you filming!" Auntie Ouyang sits beside Zhao Chenyu, unabashedly opening her trench coat to reveal her stunning figure wrapped in an exquisite red gown.
"Wife, hot tea." Zhao Chenyu hands over a thermos from the bar to Auntie Ouyang. She glances at him, takes the cup, and her expression softens considerably.
"It's freezing!" Auntie Ouyang complains, making a distinct slurping sound as she drinks, completely unconcerned about her image in front of Zhao Chenyu.
I don't know whether to be happy or worried. Auntie Ouyang's current state feels very familiar to me—this is how she is with family, unrestrained and natural.
But another thought flashes through my mind: Could it be that it's so cold Auntie Ouyang can't hold the cup properly? Or maybe she simply doesn't care about Zhao Chenyu at all?
"Ugh! Why aren't you driving yet? I want to go home early, and you're still filming with your phone!" Auntie Ouyang waves her hand, the camera shakes, and with a clatter, Zhao Chenyu's phone falls.
But the video doesn't stop.
"Ugh, so annoying! What a lousy banquet—just another money-grabbing event!" Auntie Ouyang continues to complain.
"Don't touch me, or I'll kick you out!"
"Wife..."
"Who's your wife? Why aren't you driving yet?"
"What are you doing sitting in the back? Waiting for me to drive?"
"Hmm! This tea is good, just the right temperature..."
After Auntie Ouyang mutters a few more sentences, the screen suddenly goes completely dark.
What's going on? I click on the progress bar—it's still moving.
Was the video sent wrong? Or is there no internet connection? Just as I was lost in thought, the screen resumed, and the restored image left me frozen in place.
"Mmm... smack! Mmm... moan!"
The camera was aimed at the connected rear seats of the business car. Zhao Chenyu, dressed in gray casual wear, sat with his legs spread wide on the left seat, while Aunt Ouyang, sitting on the right, was now limp on the seat, tightly held in Zhao Chenyu's arms as he kissed her wantonly.
"Smack! Mmm... hum... moan..."
The sounds of their kisses were so sticky, their intertwined lips and tongues seemingly fused without a gap. Time lost all meaning in that moment, with only the continuous, lingering sounds of their kisses echoing in the narrow space, leaping in the heart.
"Mmm... smack!"
"Mmm... oh..." until a soft gasp pierced the thick air.
"Mmm... enough already..." Aunt Ouyang's face was veiled in a blush, her cheeks flushed like the faint glow after a drink. Zhao Chenyu still wore that monstrous mask, his dark gray casual wear resembling the fur of a beast, making him look like a predator who had already captured his prey beneath him.
"Stop touching..." Aunt Ouyang's voice seemed to have completely lost its earlier dominance, carrying a hint of helplessness yet filled with satisfaction, becoming delicate and captivating. And the reason for her plea was that her originally tight-fitting red dress had been pushed up to her hips by Zhao Chenyu. Her slender, jade-like legs rested against the already dim car window, slightly raised, while a large black hand wandered over them, playing wantonly and caressing with profane intent. The thin straps of her top hung loosely on her arms, revealing the even thinner straps of her black bra, which also dangled precariously from her shoulders as if they might slip off at any moment.
What had Zhao Chenyu done? How had Aunt Ouyang suddenly become like this? For a moment, I actually wished for subtitles to appear.
"Wife, let's go back to our place. I miss you so much." Zhao Chenyu's hand had already slipped between Aunt Ouyang's legs as he added, "You're already wet..."
What do you mean "our place"? You live in Aunt Ouyang's house—what does it have to do with you? This Zhao Chenyu! I roared inwardly.
"Mmm... stop touching..." Aunt Ouyang softened once again.
"Then where should we go?"
"You're the driver..."
"Alright!"
The screen plunged into darkness, and the video ended.
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