Xiang Anping gritted his teeth, removing his foot from the accelerator. He wouldn't dare be disrespectful to the Queen of Shanghai.
What if he accidentally scratched the paint on her car…?
He glanced at the poor boy, thinking he'd have to deal with him another time. After all, with his status, dealing with a powerless country bumpkin like him, who only knew a little martial arts, would be too easy.
Public power would teach him what it meant to be powerless!
But then, the Queen of Shanghai, Jiang Yingji's car came to a smooth stop right in front of the boy. He didn't understand what this meant, but could only darkly guess that the Queen of Shanghai probably thought the poor boy was blocking her way.
But what happened next made his eyes widen, bloodshot from the effort. What did he see? As the car came to a stop, the door was suddenly opened by a snow-white hand, and then a beautiful, slender leg, encased in black stockings with a star pattern, gracefully stepped out.
The knee and calf were well-proportioned, the calf possessing a strong, beautiful, arched line.
Elegant and captivating, yet seemingly brimming with the power of a female leopard, exuding ultimate allure.
And at the end of the long leg were a pair of exquisite high heels with silver uppers and black soles…
When the Queen of Shanghai stood still, she was truly unparalleled in her captivating beauty. Her eyebrows were like newly sprouted leaves, her bright eyes as clear as morning stars, her delicate, white nose exquisite and dignified, and her pink lips, like fresh water chestnuts, thin and translucent, without a single deep lip line.
Her jawline and cheeks were delicately defined, her rosy cheeks slightly plump and rounded, the overall slender and graceful curves creating a captivatingly beautiful face. Her thick, jet-black hair was piled up like clouds, revealing her long, snow-white neck. A formal dress clung perfectly to her curvaceous and alluring figure.
Especially striking were her high, firm breasts, the low-cut dress revealing large swathes of her smooth, white flesh, the deep cleavage so alluring it was almost impossible to look away.
Below her slender, serpentine waist, her hips rose sharply into an incredibly alluring fullness, the proportions of her waist and hips as graceful and slender as a jade neck, complemented by two full, long, and shapely legs in black stockings, creating an unparalleled visual feast.
Just as Xiang Anping harbored a dark anticipation, Jiang Yingji unexpectedly covered her red lips with her delicate hand. Her beautiful eyes widened, a mixture of surprise, longing, resentment, and joy washing over her like ripples on water.
"Dong'er! When did you get back? Why didn't you come to me first!"
Jiang Yingji pulled me into her arms. Feeling the pressure of her two full, firm breasts against my chest, and smelling their delicate, orchid-like fragrance, I felt a strange shyness. Aunt Yingji had always had an inexplicable doting affection for me.
From childhood to adulthood, she would always hug me whenever she saw me, completely disregarding how others viewed me. Being beside Aunt Yingji also gave me a strange sense of security; her maternal care largely filled the maternal void I needed.
However… I smiled bitterly to myself. I'm a grown man with normal hormones now, and if Aunt Yingji were to hold me like this again…
Under the allure of Aunt Yingji's fragrant, curvaceous body, I felt my blood vessels slightly dilate, and my lower abdomen began to heat up. I immediately realized that in a little while, I would probably be in front of Aunt Yingji…
For some reason, I felt an inexplicable aversion to disrespecting Aunt Yingji, as if it were something I absolutely should not do.
"Aunt Yingji…"
I struggled slightly, pushing away her smooth, alabaster shoulders. My eyes were immediately drawn to the large expanse of snow-white flesh on her chest. Beneath her delicate, beautiful collarbone were two round, perky, alluring breasts, pushing her bodice high. For some reason, the neckline was extremely low, almost exposing half of her full breasts.
A breathtaking sight unfolded before me, a lush, creamy, snow-white expanse…
Even the two alluring peaks seemed to hang from her bosom, their nipples barely visible, yet revealing a tempting pink hue, slightly raised, tender as silk, their pale pink halos blending smoothly with the snow-white flesh, smooth and delicate, without a single unsightly bump or wart.
My breathing became heavy, even slightly burning. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from that alluring sight, but a slight unease lingered. Aunt Yingji's dress had no straps draped over her shoulders; it held on entirely by the elasticity of the fabric and her firm, pert breasts.
And in that fleeting glimpse, I seemed to have noticed some wrinkles in Aunt Yingji's dress beneath her breasts. This was hardly unusual for someone as meticulous as Aunt Yingji, and her bosom seemed rather low-cut…
It was as if…
it had fallen down and been hastily pulled back up.
But then I thought of Aunt Yingji's full, snowy breasts, like pointed peach peaks... Well, it seemed unlikely they would fall down on their own.
These thoughts flashed by, and I didn't dwell on them. Sometimes accidents happen.
It had been seven whole years since I'd last seen her, and I missed Aunt Yingji terribly. I had originally planned to visit Uncle Luo first, and then go see Aunt Yingji. Seeing her here now, still as beautiful as ever, filled me with an indescribable emotion, and my eyes welled up slightly.
"Aunt Yingji, Uncle Luo is, after all..."
I explained to her. Uncle Luo was like a father to me. A traveler returning home always thinks of their family first, which was why I hadn't gone to see anyone else before rushing back.
After hearing my explanation, a hint of jealousy, or perhaps resentment, flickered across Aunt Yingji's beautiful face. Her pearly white teeth gently bit her red lips, and her eyes held a deep, unspoken emotion, a complex mix of melancholy and something else entirely…
My voice trailed off. For some reason, I always felt inferior in Aunt Yingji's presence. It was a strange feeling, a motherly one that Uncle Luo's wife, Luo Qingying, gave me.
Finally, I lowered my head and honestly said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Yingji… I was wrong…"
As I lowered my head, I saw Aunt Yingji's full, snow-white breasts again. My gaze was involuntarily drawn to those cherry-red hues. I swallowed hard and said,
"I'll definitely visit Yingluo Manor… to see you first."
Aunt Yingji seemed extremely pleased to hear this. Her smooth, jade-like arms once again embraced me, firm and supple.
It was supple and elastic. This time, I dared not push Aunt Yingji away again, lest her resentful gaze torment my soul once more.
However, precisely because of this… my increasingly hot and swollen penis helplessly pressed against Aunt Yingji's smooth lower abdomen.
She let out a soft "Ah!" and gently pushed me away. My face flushed crimson as I lowered my head, unaware that a barely perceptible blush had also crept onto Aunt Yingji's fair and delicate face.
"Dong'er, tell me where you've been all these years..."
Jiang Yingji bit her red lips and said, "I've been looking for you for seven years, searching the whole country, but it's like you've vanished into thin air. I can't find you anywhere."
I could only smile wryly and shake my head. For the past seven years, I'd been on assignment and training in secret bases. Of course, Aunt Yingji couldn't find me. Besides, I couldn't tell her about my experiences these past few years. Although I'd left that life behind, life and missions on the superhuman front were absolutely confidential.
I could only chat with Aunt Yingji about random things, talking about the beautiful landscapes and scenery of our motherland. Well, many battles with the superhumans who had smuggled themselves in over the years had taken place on the borders and in desolate areas; I had indeed grown tired of the scenery.
I just hoped Aunt Yingji would think I'd gone on a backpacking trip...
Aunt Yingji just listened, then suddenly grabbed my hand, her slender, white fingers gently caressing my palm. She wouldn't reveal anything; after two whole years in the life support device, even the thickest calluses should be gone by now.
"I roughly know a little bit of the inside story, but you don't want to tell me... Fine, but next time you can't hide anything from me."
I could only nod. As for Aunt Yingji and Uncle Luo, I would never hide anything from them except matters that absolutely needed to be kept secret.