Xiang Anping initially wanted to intervene directly, but a strange sense of guilt lingered. It wasn't a sudden pang of conscience; as a spoiled rich kid, he was always mocking and ruthless when bullying or retaliating against those of lower status.
Having become accustomed to controlling others' destinies fostered an arrogant and overbearing arrogance.
However, this psychological and status advantage crumbled when faced with someone far more powerful, someone whose strength was completely unequal, someone who could easily control his fate…
Faced with such a person or force, Xiang Anping's arrogance, haughtiness, and overbearing nature transformed into caution, flattery, and ingratiation.
And Jiang Yingji, the Queen of Shanghai, was undoubtedly such a figure. He knew that if it weren't for the fact that this old servant still considered him valuable, he would likely have long since become a ghost in the Huangpu River at the Queen's casual command.
Just like his father, who had been unjustly implicated.
He swallowed hard, then slowly climbed onto the bed. His swollen, red penis hovered, pointing at the delicate, moist crevice, but didn't penetrate.
Instead, he took some essential oil from the porcelain table beside him, applied it to his palms, and then rubbed and massaged it onto Jiang Yingji's round, slender, smooth, and supple thighs.
Her skin, smooth as cream, seemed almost sticky. After applying the oil, it became even more delicate and luminous, almost reflecting a shadow. His large hands continued upwards, the round, full buttocks like freshly risen dough, yet with a bouncy, tender feel.
Xiang Anping kneaded the round, snowy buttocks, then suddenly buried his face between them, his cheeks instantly becoming silky smooth, as if covered in soft snow. His tongue then darted out, forcefully and precisely exploring the delicate, shallow anus.
A soft, supple, and moist object pressed against the delicate chrysanthemum bud. The sensitive lines contracted sharply, as if a vital point had been struck. The entire body of the Shanghai Queen tensed and trembled like a mermaid emerging from the water, her slender waist twisting from side to side.
"Ah ah..." With a seductive moan tinged with pleasure, Xiang Anping tightly embraced the round, snowy buttocks, burying his head between them. Although he didn't actually penetrate, he used every trick in the book, exploring and licking the tender chrysanthemum opening.
Xiang Anping's tongue moved downwards, sliding between the two delicate, tender labia. His tongue, like a finger, scraped open the delicate labia, making intimate contact with the honeyed flesh.
The plump labia majora seemed to want to trap the tongue, the tender vulva moist and slippery, as if soaked in oil. The flesh of the labia was extremely soft and slippery, utterly unable to resist the wicked tongue, instead being churned and sizzled by it. The two smooth, delicate labia minora inside were the first to be attacked, being tossed and played with by the tongue, wantonly lewdly.
Jiang Yingji felt a burning, tingling sensation in her lower body, a hot, surging feeling deep in her lower abdomen, a sour urge like urination washing over her. Suddenly, her whole body froze, her slender waist arched, and a sticky, slippery honey-like fluid gushed from her vulva, instantly soaking a large patch of towel beneath her, and her crotch felt as wet and slippery as if soaked in oil.
Of course, Xiang Anping's face was no exception.
Even a drop of milky water clung to his hair, its fresh, musky, slightly pungent scent, like the rich, intense aroma of aged honey, lingering in his nose and mouth.
Her tongue felt slightly numb, as if it had been frozen.
Even the taste of her vaginal fluids was so wonderful?
Xiang Anping poured an entire bottle of essential oil onto himself, then leaned down and pressed himself against Jiang Yingji's beautiful back. His chest rubbed against her smooth, silky white skin, his thick, long penis nestled between her rounded breasts. Lubricated by what he couldn't tell if it was vaginal fluid or essential oil, it was like an angry dragon spear, rubbing and thrusting in and out between her snow-white, plump buttocks.
This move seemed to have a miraculous effect. Jiang Yingji's moans became incredibly seductive and tender, her body trembling slightly, her plump buttocks even slightly rising, seemingly responding almost imperceptibly…
But the next moment, Xiang Anping made a bold move.
He pulled Jiang Yingji's slender waist around, turning her body over. Her full, rounded breasts, like rolling melons, trembled before his eyes.
Her cherry-pink nipples were already erect, smooth and delicate, the areolas without a single wart supporting the cherry-like nipples. Compared to a young girl, only the dimples on the nipples were slightly larger, yet they possessed a more mature allure.
And naturally, their eyes met…
Jiang Yingji's beautiful, misty eyes were wide open, her pink, diamond-shaped lips slightly parted, seemingly uttering soft, seductive moans.
Xiang Anping, like a gambler, stared intently at Jiang Yingji's pretty face, not daring to miss even the slightest change in her expression.
He was gambling now, gambling that the old servant was right, that he had indeed inherited a portion of Li Dong's perception from the subconscious of the Queen of Shanghai.
"It's...you?" the Queen of Shanghai murmured, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears. Her delicate face, flushed with a thin blush, showed no surprise, anger, or blame, only a hint of loneliness and disappointment, like waking from a beautiful dream.
"Go down..." the Queen of Shanghai opened her mouth, letting out a plaintive sigh, the alluring desire in her eyes gradually fading.
Seeing the Queen of Shanghai's expression, Xiang Anping's heart pounded. At least she wasn't truly angry; that hint of disappointment was more like a mother addressing a naughty child.
This was enough to prove that, subconsciously, the Queen of Shanghai might indeed have mistaken him for Li Dong. Xiang Anping was secretly delighted, but he hadn't forgotten his "main business."
Suddenly, he blinked, forced out a tear, and said in a choked voice, "Aunt Yingji, my father and mother are both gone..."
"You are my closest relatives... but you are just too beautiful, I couldn't hold back, sob, please forgive me."
"I'll move out tomorrow..."
Xiang Anping lowered his head, covering his face with the back of his hand, feigning tears, his eyes darting around, observing Jiang Yingji's expression.
As a proper spoiled brat, no matter how arrogant he was outside, he had to make his parents think he was a "good child," resorting to tattling, crying, and even, when necessary, shamelessly acting cute.
He was a master of this tactic.
Jiang Yingji is a cunning and powerful queen of Shanghai, controlling both the legitimate and underworld circles. She possesses a strong personality and a deep-seated maternal love, burdened by guilt towards her son and filled with unexpressed pent-up emotions…
However, she is not a mother accustomed to spending time with her son or experiencing the warmth of mother-son bonding.
Hearing Xiang Anping's tearful complaints, the softest spot in Jiang Yingji's heart was touched, and an overwhelming surge of tenderness filled her chest.
But upon hearing that Xiang Anping planned to "move out," she felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of self-reproach and blurted out, "Auntie doesn't blame you…"
"You can stay as long as you want."
Xiang Anping seemed to freeze, then burst into tears, as if sobbing; however, seeing the almost distorted, ecstatic expression on his face as he lowered his head, it was clear he was genuinely excited and overjoyed, wanting to scream.
Jiang Yingji, however, had no doubt whatsoever. Like a flustered new mother, she reached out her long, plump arms and embraced him, pulling him into her arms. Xiang Anping felt a pair of full, firm, soft breasts, like snow-capped gourds, suddenly pressed against his face.
The sweet scent of sweat and the intoxicating fragrance of milk filled his nostrils. He took the opportunity to rub against her tender breasts, deeply inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her cleavage.
At the same time, like a child who had lost his parents, he wrapped his arms around Jiang Yingji's rounded, slender waist, as if he wanted to melt into her soft, smooth body.
He opened his mouth, secretly licking her smooth, tender breast, and choked out, "I...I can only...treat Aunt Yingji as my mother...sob..."
Jiang Yingji felt a pang of sorrow, a strange emotion welling up within her, a mixture of shame and pity. Her soft hand frantically touched Anping's head, then stroked his back, saying, "Don't cry..."
"Then I'll be your...godmother."
The surging maternal love made Jiang Yingji feel even more tender towards him, yet she didn't know how to comfort this "child" "crying" in her arms.
After all, Jiang Yingji's experience as a mother was almost zero.
Suddenly, her beautiful eyes widened, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through her nipples. Looking down, she saw her newly adopted godson, like a baby, sucking eagerly at her nipple. A surge of maternal instinct welled up in Jiang Yingji. Instead of pushing him away, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and gently patted him.
"Mmm~"
Suddenly, Jiang Yingji's swan-like neck arched slightly, two thin blushes rising on her cheeks, and she let out a seductive moan.