Powersaidtotheworld,”Youaremine.”
Theworldkeptitprisoneronherthrone.
Lovesaidtotheworld,”Iamthine.”
The world gave it the freedom of her house. （Power said to the world, 'You are mine.' The world imprisoned it beneath her throne. Love said to the world, 'I am yours.' The world granted it freedom in its chambers.）
Ye Wudao looked at his stunning aunt with a wronged expression; sometimes he even thought she was more suited to be his guardian, because his mother Yang Ningbing had been busy ever since he was little, so busy she barely had time to take care of him. As a public servant, she had too many meetings and tasks to handle, so her maternal role naturally faded. In contrast, Yang Ningsu had a lot more free time. Since she had been by Ye Wudao's side from a young age, she often filled the role of a mother, and she had grown used to being his "full-time nanny." Even after she moved out when he was nine, she still worried that he wasn't being taken care of properly.
"Do you know how worried the family was about you？ Making mistakes and being so disobedient isn't the mark of a good kid！" Yang Ningsu said softly, spoilingly patting the head of the mischievous boy she had watched grow up little by little. The voice that was usually slightly formal and flat on TV was now full of warmth.
"Auntie！ I'm not a kid anymore. I'm almost fifteen！" Ye Wudao protested discontentedly.
Yang Ningbing shot a fierce glare at Ye Wudao, who had finally lifted his head to speak, scaring him into lowering his head again and resuming his "I confess" posture.
"Only little kids keep shouting that they're not kids！" Yang Ningsu tapped Ye Wudao's forehead and laughed. "What's so special about being fifteen？ You're still a little kid who asks for candy."
Ye Wudao couldn't do anything about this aunt of his. If she knew he was no longer a pure virgin, she'd probably faint from shock. Although being treated like a kid was a bit of a blow to his "dignity," getting spoiled wasn't bad. Whenever he messed up, she was the one to clean up his mess, helping him escape one "big disaster" after another.
"Ningsu, you don't need to stick up for him this time！ If he doesn't give me a good reason, I'm not letting him off today. He did something wrong, and he thinks he's in the right！" Yang Ningbing was truly furious this time, as if she wouldn't rest until the criminal was brought to justice.
“It was just one night at a classmate’s house, and you’d think I committed murder, arson, or robbed a bank！” Ye Wudao muttered under his breath. Yang Ningsu, seeing her sister’s expression darken, quickly twisted the back of Ye Wudao, who was completely oblivious to the impending doom, and tried to smooth things over： “Sis, how about letting me handle Wudao’s punishment this time？”
Yang Ningbing sighed helplessly, clearly defeated once again by this pair of clowns—one playing bad cop, the other good cop. In truth, with her background and resources, how could she not know that Ye Wudao had gone to Wu Nuanyue’s house? She had just planned to use this opportunity to “establish her authority” and finally tame this wild monkey Ye Wudao for good. But seeing his innocent, pitiful look, she couldn’t bring herself to scold her precious son anymore. With her younger sister also pleading on his behalf, the little family brawl was nipped in the bud.
“I have to put together a special feature next week on juvenile crime, but I’m really not satisfied with the draft speech they prepared for me. How about letting Ye Wudao help me work on it? For one thing, he’s a good writer and probably has some insights on the topic. Besides, with so much material to sort through, I’m afraid I can’t handle it all by myself—and there are too many social obligations to get out of…”
Ye Wudao’s essay-writing skills were, honestly, far from ordinary. After all, with all the love letters, love poems, and love songs he’d written and read, he was bound to improve a little. Of course, essay skills don’t directly translate to grades in Chinese class.
“Is that so…” Yang Ningbing was still hesitating, her expression gradually softening. “Even those professional writers couldn’t produce good work—how could Wudao write anything worthwhile? At best, he comes up with half-baked doggerel.”
A guy who can write essays in classical Chinese, yet his mom makes him sound so worthless—Ye Wudao let out a 'howl' of protest and sulkily flopped onto Yang Ningsu, yelling in complaint, which made Yang Ningsu giggle, 'Sis, if he doesn't shape up, you can punish him again！'
He didn't expect to be sold out to his mom by his aunt so quickly. After getting the 'higher-ups' approval, Ye Wudao went upstairs to his room. Walking to his door like an aggrieved wife, his expression suddenly shifted, and a sly aura emerged. It seemed he hadn't 'reconnected emotionally' with his aunt in a while. He went straight into her room without knocking and found her still dragged into idle chatter by his mom. They say three women make a drama—with Murong Xuehen added, the living room downstairs must have been anything but quiet.
This room was always kept for Yang Ningsu, cleaned every day, with many decorations she had picked out herself, so it didn't feel deserted at all. Lying on the bed, all Ye Wudao could think about was his aunt's graceful figure in a business suit—her lithe body accentuating beautiful curves, paired with a breathtaking aura...
Good water shouldn't irrigate someone else's field！
That bold thought suddenly flashed through Ye Wudao's mind！ A cunning, sleazy plan quickly took shape within his head full of pornographic mush.
Yang Ningsu walked into the room and saw Ye Wudao lying on the bed in a daze. She sat beside him, smiling as she looked at his increasingly mature face, suddenly realizing that the little kid in her memory had truly grown up—he was already 1.7 meters tall, with barely noticeable stubble.
Yang Ningsu felt a strange mix of melancholy and excitement.
Ye Wudao asked with a smile, 'Aunt, is that youngest son of the World Silver Group chairman still bothering you？ Hasn’t he been chasing you for three whole years now？' Yang Ningsu stretched lazily without a hint of caution, fully displaying the beautiful curve of her chest before Ye Wudao, and gave a seductive smile rarely seen by others, saying, 'Yeah！ He’s like a pesky fly buzzing around all day, leaving me not a moment’s peace.'
Ye Wudao stared intently at those breasts that had driven countless men in S Province wild and been secretly rated as the most captivating, and said with a wicked grin, 'That fly isn’t the only one chasing you, is it？ Even I know about Guan Hejiao, one of China’s Top Ten Young Private Entrepreneurs, and Wei Changping, President of Apple China, and so on...'
Yang Ningsu pinched Ye Wudao’s cheek and laughed, 'How does a little kid know so much? Have you been led astray by someone? Come to think of it, you spent the night at a girl’s house！ Come on, how did you trick that girl into your hands?' Ye Wudao chuckled, grabbed Yang Ningsu’s soft, boneless slender hand, and pretended to be pitiful, 'Not at all！'
Yang Ningsu was long accustomed to this level of 'intimate contact' and let Ye Wudao hold her hand—one that no other man besides her father had ever held—and deliberately put on a surprised expression, saying, 'So it wasn’t you doing the chasing, but the girl throwing herself into your arms？ Since when did a little kid like you have that kind of charm？'
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Is the writing of this book really that bad, or is it just not YY enough? Why are the recommendation votes so pathetic??！！ Depressed, everyone…