After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 96, Auntie, Don’t Come Over!

Although it wasn’t his first time meeting Lin Meiqing, each encounter left Shen Fanyun with a different impression. This was especially true today. Lin Meiqing had clearly taken great care with her appearance, seeming a class above other women her age who postured and preened in their gold and silver.

As Lin Meiqing led the way, she walked with a leisurely gait. Her body swayed gently with each step, her ample curves nearly stretching the blue fabric of her dress to its limits. Perhaps the dress’s color is too pale, or the material too sheer... Or maybe Lin Meiqing underestimated her own figure? Shen Fanyun could faintly make out the trace of a black triangle. It looks like the same piece I accidentally saw in the bathroom at Lin Jia’s home a few days ago. Back then, I was curious. Lin Jia’s frame is too small for a garment that size. So, it was Lin Meiqing’s after all.

"How is Jiajia performing at your company?" Lin Meiqing suddenly asked.

How was Shen Fanyun supposed to know? He himself had only joined the company partway through, somehow landing the position of Director of the Security Department. However, judging by how much Su Xiyang seems to like her, she must be doing well, right?

"At the company, she’s a genuine happy pill. Everyone from the boss down to the other employees adores her," Shen Fanyun replied.

Lin Meiqing nodded, a faint smile ever-present on her lips. "I had originally wanted Jiajia to either go to graduate school or take the civil service exam right after graduation. But that child is stubborn and insisted on going straight to work."

Lin Meiqing sighed. Of course, she knew Lin Jia only wanted to start working early to lessen her burden as soon as possible. Fortunately, Lin Jia’s luck was good. Her first company treated her well; the benefits, workload, and even the atmosphere were all very suitable. This gave Lin Meiqing peace of mind.

The two arrived at a tea restaurant.

Lin Meiqing was more courteous than he’d expected, taking the initiative to stand and pour tea for him.

Shen Fanyun naturally couldn’t just sit by and watch. She was his elder. How could he let her pour tea for him? "Auntie, I’ll do it," Shen Fanyun said, rising.

In his haste, he unintentionally brushed against Lin Meiqing’s right hand. Her fingers tightened for a moment, but she quickly steadied her hand. "It’s all right, it’s all right."

Her hand was cool to the touch. It’s not the iciness of deep winter, but a different kind of sensation altogether. And so delicate. Even though she’s likely spent years handling kitchen chores—washing vegetables, wiping tables, and scrubbing dishes—her skin isn’t the least bit coarse. What would it feel like to hold a hand like that? How on earth does she maintain it? Is it just natural talent? Could her hands remain in perfect condition despite all the hardships?

A mature woman. A truly mature woman. Shen Fanyun mused, overcome with emotion. It turned out that this woman in her early forties not only had a face untouched by the years, but in the places one couldn’t see or touch, she was no different from a twenty-year-old girl!

With that thought, Shen Fanyun’s mind began to wander. Madam, you don’t want your husband to lose his job, do you? Madam, are you going to keep resisting? Madam... Pah! What am I thinking? This beautiful woman lost her husband a long time ago. What husband is there to speak of?

「The scene shifted.」

He imagined a secluded, dimly lit alley, one rarely trodden by anyone. A beautiful woman in her voracious forties was staring at him, her expression a mixture of resistance and invitation. "Xiao Shen," she’d say, "I’m much older than you... We... we can’t be impulsive." "Xiao Shen..." "Xiao Shen, it’s been almost twenty years... It’s been twenty years since Auntie has tasted that feeling!" The loneliness and torment of those two decades were something only she could ever know. She was clearly trying to restrain her desire and stay rational, but in the end, she was the one who cornered him against the wall. She grabbed his head with both hands, kissing him wildly and with abandon. She made him run his fingers up her long, smooth legs. He could hear her heated, ragged breaths. Murmuring, she kept calling herself ’Auntie.’ Then, she would turn her back to him, raising her hips high. "Xiao Shen, Xiao Shen, hurry up... Auntie needs..."

HISS! A woman as voracious as a wolf and tiger... She’s truly terrifying!

Shen Fanyun took a deep breath. A shadow suddenly flickered before his eyes—it was Lin Meiqing’s hand, waving.

"Xiao Shen, what’s wrong?" Lin Meiqing asked, puzzled. They had been having a nice chat, but he had suddenly gone silent and stopped drinking his tea, looking as if his soul had left his body.

"Ah?" Shen Fanyun’s face flushed beet red. This is so embarrassing! What was I just thinking? Her imagined, uncontrollable words still echoed faintly in his mind, "Auntie, I... Auntie, I..."

"Are you not feeling well?" Lin Meiqing didn’t overthink it. Suspecting he might have a fever, she reached out to touch his forehead.

The instant her skin touched his, Shen Fanyun felt like crying but had no tears. This is going to be the death of me! A voice screamed inside his head, Auntie, don’t come any closer! Don’t touch me!

"I’m fine, Auntie," Shen Fanyun said, forcing himself to calm down. He offered an awkward smile, but his gaze was still inadvertently drawn to the perfect, proud curve of her bust barely contained by her dress.

"I’m glad you’re fine, I’m glad you’re fine," Lin Meiqing said with concern. "The temperature has been fluctuating a lot lately. Make sure to stay warm and don’t catch a cold."

Shen Fanyun nodded. "Thank you for your concern, Auntie." He then asked, "Are you off from work today?"

Lin Meiqing fell silent for a few seconds before answering, her tone tinged with an inexplicable sadness. "Yes. Today is my forty-second birthday, so I decided to give myself the day off."

Her expression grew dim as she said this. It had been many, many years since she’d had what could be even remotely called a proper birthday celebration. Most years, she simply took the day off to walk around by herself. The next day, it was always back to her busy, arduous life.

"Your birthday?" Shen Fanyun was surprised. Lin Jia’s birthday had been just a short while ago, and now it was Lin Meiqing’s? This mother and daughter have birthdays that are so close? Why didn’t Lin Jia take the day off to spend it with her mother?

Lin Meiqing seemed to guess his thoughts. "It’s not easy for Jiajia to earn money, and taking a day off means a pay cut. I didn’t want to trouble the child."

Shen Fanyun nodded. Now that he’d stumbled into this, he couldn’t just walk away, could he? "I happen to be free today," he volunteered. "How about I accompany you, if you don’t mind, Auntie?"

Lin Meiqing’s eyes lit up, but then she hesitated, considering whether it would be appropriate. Finally, she accepted. "Then... I hope it’s not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all," Shen Fanyun said with a smile. "The birthday girl calls the shots. So, Auntie, have you thought about where you’d like to go?"

"I... I was thinking of going to an amusement park. Would that be okay?" Lin Meiqing asked, her voice full of anticipation.

Shen Fanyun was speechless. At her age... does she really need that kind of excitement?