Bidding the two of them farewell, Su Ruanruan dragged her leaden legs and climbed up the dim stairwell alone. She let out a sigh and fished out her keys.
Click. The door opened.
However, what greeted her wasn’t the familiar quiet or the aroma of home cooking. Instead, a rich, mellow scent of aged red wine—mixed with a mature, enchanting, yet equally spine-tingling scent of cold musk—wafted over her, even more potent than Gu Qingleng’s.
The light in the living room was dim, and the atmosphere felt as thick as syrup. On the worn-out fabric sofa, an incongruous figure was currently reclining.
The woman wore a meticulously tailored, high-end bespoke black suit. Her jacket had been tossed carelessly onto the floor, leaving her in a high-quality white silk shirt. Likely due to “drunken heat,” the top three or four buttons had been brusquely undone, leaving her collar wide open and exposing a large expanse of intoxicatingly flushed skin to the air.
Her waterfall of long, straight black hair was scattered over the sofa’s armrest, with a few strands stuck to her cheeks by sweat. Her features bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Gu Qingleng—no, was she Gu Qingleng?
Su Ruanruan’s pupils constricted instantly. Her schoolbag hit the floor with a thud. That face… it was too similar! Had the debt-collecting Student Council President tracked her all the way home? Didn’t they agree earlier that she could pay it back slowly?
“Shh—! Ruanruan! Keep it down!”
Su Ruanruan’s mother, Su Rou, was kneeling by the sofa with a warm towel in hand, looking back with a panicked gesture. Mother Su Rou possessed a fifteen-year-old’s “baby face,” stood at 148cm (4’10”), and wore a pink bear-patterned apron. Standing next to Gu Hanyan’s oppressive physique, she looked like a little white rabbit that had stumbled into a wolf’s den.
“Mom…?” Su Ruanruan froze at the door. “She is…”
“This is President Gu,” Su Rou whispered, her voice filled with both awe and heartache. “She’s Gu Qingleng’s mother, and my direct superior at work.”
“Gu… Mom?” Su Ruanruan was stunned. Why was Gu Qingleng’s mother sleeping on their shabby sofa?
“Sigh, there was a corporate social today, and those clients were so difficult.” Su Rou’s eyes were red, and her voice was soft and sweet, filled with guilt: “President Gu blocked all the drinks by herself to protect me from being forced to drink… resultantly, she passed out the moment she got in the car. She wouldn’t let go of my hand, crying and saying she didn’t want to go home and worry her daughter, nor did she want to go to a cold hotel alone…” “I thought she was so pitiful, so I brought her back.”
Su Ruanruan’s heart skipped a beat. Blocking drinks for her mom?
“Mnh… Rou… so hot…”
Just as Su Ruanruan’s internal resolve began to waver, Gu Hanyan on the sofa suddenly let out a hoarse, magnetic murmur. Seeming uncomfortable, she rolled over, her long arm reaching out to—with extreme precision—
Pull the sweat-wiping Su Rou directly into her embrace!
“Eek!” Su Rou let out a startled cry. Losing her balance, she fell directly onto Gu Hanyan. Her petite, delicate frame was instantly enveloped by Gu Hanyan’s tall, voluptuous figure. With eyes closed, Gu Hanyan nuzzled her cheek affectionately against Su Rou’s soft neck, taking a deep breath as if savoring a top-tier dessert: “Rou… smells so good… like milk…”
“P-President Gu! It’s me, Su Rou… d-don’t do that… it tickles…” Su Rou’s face turned so red it looked like it might bleed. She scrambled to push her away, but afraid of hurting her boss, she didn’t dare use force. It looked exactly like she was playing hard to get.
Watching this, Su Ruanruan didn’t think anything was “wrong”; instead, she felt that this usually high-and-mighty CEO was actually like a clingy child when drunk. “Mom, don’t move. I’ll help pull her off!” Su Ruanruan dropped her bag and rushed over, wanting to separate this “drunken cat.”
However, the moment Su Ruanruan drew near. Gu Hanyan’s narrow, phoenix-like eyes—originally tightly shut—cracked open just a tiny sliver. Where was the drunkenness in there? There was only a bottomless darkness and the playful glint of a predator spotting new prey.
Her gaze locked onto Su Ruanruan instantly. It swept over the face that resembled Su Rou but was even more youthful and innocent, finally settling on Su Ruanruan’s legs—which, despite being encased in jeans, clearly betrayed the fact that she was wearing tights underneath.
Oh? Buy one, get one free? She had originally intended just to have a taste of this fully-ripened “lori-momma,” but she hadn’t expected… such an interesting little wildcat to be hidden in the house.
“Ruanruan… help me, quick…” Su Rou was still calling out helplessly.
Su Ruanruan reached out, grabbing Gu Hanyan’s arm to pull her away. Yet in the next second, Gu Hanyan not only failed to release Su Rou, but she also freed one hand to snap shut around Su Ruanruan’s wrist. That palm was burning hot, powerful, and carried an irresistible dominance.
With a forceful yank—
Thump. Su Ruanruan lost her balance and fell directly onto Gu Hanyan’s other side.
Now, the situation was perfect. Gu Hanyan lay in the middle, her left arm death-gripping the petite and cute lori-mom, while her right arm pinned down the bewildered, ditsy daughter. A family of three (?), squeezed neatly and tightly onto the narrow sofa.
“Mnh… so comfortable… two pillows…” Gu Hanyan muttered indistinctly, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She buried her face in Su Rou’s chest and took a deep breath, while her other hand naturally came to rest on Su Ruanruan’s thigh.
“P-President Gu! I’ll go cook some hangover soup! Ruanruan, you watch her! Don’t let her fall off!” Flushed red from being nuzzled and feeling like she was about to melt, Su Rou finally found an opening. She slipped out of Gu Hanyan’s embrace like a startled rabbit, straightened her disheveled clothes, and fled into the kitchen.
“Eh? Mom! Don’t go!” Su Ruanruan reached out in despair, only to watch her mother’s back disappear.
The living room fell silent instantly, the air becoming thick and ambiguous. Only Su Ruanruan and this “dead drunk” domineering CEO remained.
Gu Hanyan showed no sign of fully waking up; she simply rolled onto her side, facing Su Ruanruan. The open collar of her shirt was directly in Su Ruanruan’s line of sight, that mature snowy-whiteness making Ruanruan feel dizzy.
And that hand resting on her thigh began to lose its manners. That long, slightly calloused palm slid into the leg of Su Ruanruan’s oversized jeans. Her fingertips made direct contact with the skin at the ankle.
She touched it. That stretch of smooth, delicate black silk.
“Hm…?” Gu Hanyan let out a nasal sound of confusion. With her eyes closed, her fingers slid gently upward along that silky texture, tracing the slight bulge of flesh where the hosiery met the skin, sending a series of fine electric shocks through Ruanruan. “So smooth… what is this?”
“Eeek!” Su Ruanruan shuddered as if struck by lightning, her face exploding into a deep crimson. H-help! She wanted to pull her leg back, but she was afraid that too much movement would wake her mother’s boss. She could only sit there stiffly, letting that slightly cool hand work its mischief on her calf.
Just as she was about to explode from shame, Gu Hanyan dizzily opened her eyes halfway. Her gaze was blurred, carrying seven parts drunkenness and three parts bottomless desire. That face, so like Gu Qingleng’s yet more mature and glamorous, had a powerful impact at close range, giving Su Ruanruan the illusion that she was being pinned down by Gu Qingleng herself.
“Little sister… do you wear this kind of thing… even at home?” Gu Hanyan’s voice was low and husky, carrying the teasing tone unique to a mature woman: “Your taste… is quite good. Just like my troublesome daughter… you both like this style.”
“I-I only wear this because…” Su Ruanruan tried to explain in a panic, but she didn’t know what to say.
“Shh.” Gu Hanyan pressed her index finger to her lips, flashing a lazy and dangerous smile. Underneath the jeans, her fingers lightly pinched Su Ruanruan’s calf through the silk.
“Don’t take them off. Auntie… likes them very much.”
Having said that, her head tilted, leaning onto Su Ruanruan’s shoulder as she “slept” once more. Only that hand took the opportunity to slide up to Su Ruanruan’s waist.
Su Ruanruan’s heart pounded wildly; she was completely dazed. What is wrong with this entire family?!
But looking at that defenseless sleeping face on her shoulder and feeling the body heat radiating from her, Su Ruanruan couldn’t help but feel soft-hearted again. Forget it… she’s just drunk… if she wants to touch, she can touch. It’s not like I’ll lose a limb.