Women obsess over clothes and accessories: ten percent to attract men, ninety percent to compete with other women. Any woman's new hairstyle will make all other women uneasy. Women are prone to jealousy, and it's been that way since ancient times. How to properly leverage a woman's envy is a pressing problem men need to solve.
—Ye Wudao, in 'Dissecting the Most Mysterious Creature: Woman'
Ye Wudao gently closed the door to Yang Ningsu's room, the smile at the corners of his mouth gradually widening until he was on the verge of laughing like crazy. He covered his mouth and held back the sound as he returned to his own room, thrilled with his stellar performance today. For this aunt of his—who was undoubtedly one of the province's four great beauties, the goddess of countless men before the screen—Ye Wudao used to only dare to think crooked thoughts without making a move. But today, things took a qualitative leap. Successfully crossing that first step filled him with ecstasy. Thinking about next week's 'two-person world,' Ye Wudao's heart brimmed with anticipation and ambition.
The future is bright, though the road may be winding！
Although Ye Wudao had the inherent advantage of being closest to the flower first and reaping the moonlight and sunshine, plus years of accumulated emotional foundation, he had to think about how many suitors there were. Each of them spitting could drown him. Many of those openly and shamelessly pursuing Yang Ningsu were typical diamond bachelors—each worth tens of millions, either corporate presidents or social elites. Not a single one was lightweight. Otherwise, being called 'a toad lusting after a swan's flesh' wouldn't look good, would it?
The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades must keep striving！
Entering the room, Ye Wudao was suddenly embraced from behind. His mind instinctively compared ways to dispatch this uninvited guest within a second, but just as he decided on a shoulder throw, he caught that familiar scent. Closing his eyes, he quietly savored the warm feeling.
Her fragrance wasn't created by expensive perfume—it was real body scent. Just as described in novels: elegant, pure, intoxicating.
After a long while, Ye Wudao turned and cupped that small face. Suddenly noticing that the owner of this delicate face was actually pear blossoms bathed in rain, he hurriedly comforted, "Xuehen, what's wrong？ Did someone bully you？ I'll go teach them a lesson！ Good girl, don't cry."
Murong Xuehen let Ye Wudao gently wipe away her tears, but they still kept flowing without end, as if they had no stopping point. This made Ye Wudao—who had rarely seen her cry—even more flustered. Ye Wudao had one trait: he couldn't bear seeing women cry. Once they cried, he panicked.
It took a long time before Murong Xuehen stopped crying. She looked at the Ye Wudao holding her with a gaze full of heartbreaking sorrow, sobbing, "It's all you！"
Ye Wudao scratched his head in bewilderment, looking innocently at Murong Xuehen, whose face was written with 'You're a bad guy.' Seeing her tears starting to accumulate rapidly again, ready to burst through the dam and sweep everything away, a flash of insight struck him. He immediately recalled what happened last night. So this little girl was actually jealous this time. Every other time, Murong Xuehen had been so generous—he never expected such a strong reaction this time.
Now that Ye Wudao knew the root of the problem, solving it was a piece of cake for him. Women are creatures of hearing, so he launched into a torrent of sweet talk, eloquent and smooth-tongued. Under his massive verbal assault, Murong Xuehen's defenses began to waver. With his two hands working together on both fronts, her body gradually heated up, twisting faithfully under his touch.
Seeing that he had achieved the desired effect, Ye Wudao sat down on the bed with her in his arms, rubbing his nose against her tender cheek with utmost gentleness. Suddenly remembering something, he said, “Oh, I came across a really interesting article online today！”
Murong Xuehen hadn't really been angry in the first place, just feeling wronged. Under Ye Wudao's tender assault, she had already surrendered. She whispered softly, “What interesting thing？”
Ye Wudao flashed a wicked grin and said, “Let me test you with a question first. There's something that starts off hard, goes soft when it enters your mouth, and might even end up dripping liquid. Answer right and you get a reward！”
Murong Xuehen, that pure angel, tilted her little head and thought for a long time, but finally shook her head. She tugged at Ye Wudao's arm, whining, “Give me a hint！”
Ye Wudao's hands didn't stay still, kneading Murong Xuehen's still-developing tender breasts, and said with a sly smile, “It's something you always give me.”
Thinking about the times Ye Wudao had asked her to help him with certain 'physiological needs' with her hands during 'that time of the month,' Murong Xuehen's face flushed bright red. She cried out in embarrassment, “You big jerk！ You pervert！ You're so improper！”
Ye Wudao laughed heartily and said, "I was just talking about a popsicle. Who told you to think of that? You must be the one who wants it！" Murong Xuehen turned her head away and said shyly, "I was not thinking about that！" Ye Wudao gently turned her face around, which carried a hint of shyness and springtime stirring, and gazing into her dark, captivating eyes, said, "Really not? Who was it earlier that said she wanted to sleep with the unscrupulous big bad wolf and super pervert tonight?"
Murong Xuehen closed her eyes and lifted her head, her luscious lips seemingly sending Ye Wudao a signal of tenderness, looking like a tempting fruit waiting to be plucked. Just as Ye Wudao was about to kiss her, his phone rang at the most inopportune moment. Ye Wudao gave Murong Xuehen an apologetic wry smile, and she thoughtfully handed him the phone from the bedside, then got up to temporarily leave. A surge of affection welled up in Ye Wudao, and he pulled her hand to shut off the phone.
A girl like this is a rare find you may never meet again in a lifetime！ If he still didn't know how to treasure her, he might as well go bump his head against a block of tofu and die.
Murong Xuehen, who hadn't expected Ye Wudao to do this, excitedly took the initiative to kiss him, her little hands climbing up to his neck. Ye Wudao lay on the bed, letting the classical beauty who had been aroused take the lead. The two of them clung to each other as if nothing else in the world existed.
Just as Ye Wudao was about to take off her clothes, a knock came at the door, and Yang Ningbing pushed it open. The sight before her made her freeze for a few seconds—Murong Xuehen was lying on top of her son, her little hands seemingly trying to pull at his clothes.
Thin-faced Murong Xuehen wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it, quickly hiding behind the rising Ye Wudao, too ashamed to show her face. Ye Wudao, battle-hardened, naturally had a skin much thicker than the little girl's, and grinned at Yang Ningbing, saying, 'Still need a moral lecture？ I promise not to stay out overnight anymore, okay！'
'I'll come find you later.' Ye Wudao turned and whispered in Murong Xuehen's ear. She lowered her head, called out 'Mom,' and ran out of the room, dashing all the way to her own room and burying herself under the covers.
Yang Ningbing glared fiercely at this son who wouldn't behave even for a moment, saying, 'You think I enjoy lecturing people? I wouldn't scold you for nothing！ Can't you just listen and stop making Mom worry?' Sitting on the bed, her words were full of complaint, but her hands tenderly stroked Ye Wudao's head.
'Mom, let me give you a massage. You must be tired after a day's work.' Ye Wudao fawningly rubbed and tapped Yang Ningbing's shoulders and back, knowing the matter was finally settled, and the heavy weight in his heart was lifted.
Yang Ningbing enjoyed her son's sarcastic 'filial piety' and said, 'Wudao, you're not a child anymore. I couldn't always be with you in the past, but that's no excuse for misbehaving. Xuehen is still young—there are boundaries you can't cross, understand？'
Ye Wudao laughed inwardly. Boundaries？ Your son has already tasted the forbidden fruit. If you hadn't barged in just now, we would have shared a secret tryst. If you'd come a few minutes later, you could have watched a live sex show for free. I wonder what you, as his mother, would have thought then.
Yang Ningbing was indeed exhausted. Today, she had gone to inspect the newly approved national-level industrial park she had personally sanctioned, walking the entire day in high heels until her feet were nearly broken, all while worrying about this son. By the time she got home, she was completely drained, but as a proud woman, she refused to show her vulnerable side in front of anyone.
This is the price she must pay as a woman to become part of the social elite. To stand out in this arena governed by the law of the jungle, women have to give more, and only she knows the joys and sorrows along the way.
"Wudao, you can't insist on sleeping with your auntie like you did when you were little, understand？" Yang Ningbing stood up and said flatly, "Actually, I didn't want to act like that today in front of your mom either, it won't happen again. But you have to put yourself in my shoes and think about it from my perspective."
Ye Wudao found his mother's concession a bit strange, but hearing that he couldn't sleep with his auntie like he did as a kid still made him blush. It made it sound like he hadn't been weaned yet—even if he wanted to sleep with his auntie, she wouldn't agree anyway.