Chapter 77: Chi Yan Calling Me "Daddy"?
Chapter 77: Chi Yan Calling Me "Daddy"?
The Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon wove through the city, and before long, we arrived at an area near the outskirts.
Single-family villas were scattered throughout the area. The environment was serene, a quiet sanctuary cut off from the hustle and bustle of the city.
The car drove into the villa complex and pulled up in front of a private courtyard.
It was a beautiful spot. A single-story, retro-style building sat nestled within the yard, which was filled with various plants and flowers arranged in a tasteful, staggered layout. The atmosphere was elegant. In the center stood a "Lan Pavilion," furnished with a stone table and a single rattan chair—a picture of leisure and refinement.
The courtyard was situated far from the other houses in the complex, tucked away in a deep, quiet corner. It felt like a hidden immortal's dwelling snatched from the heart of a sprawling metropolis.
"Sister Chi Yan, you have excellent taste."
I looked around at our surroundings and couldn't help but voice my admiration.
Chi Yan parked the car at the entrance and said, "I originally wanted to buy something out in the countryside, far from people, but then I worried about security. So, I bought this private courtyard in a villa district instead. It's small and quiet, which more or less meets my needs."
I breathed in the fresh air. "A yard this big... Uncle must have spent a fortune, right?"
My maternal aunt immediately pinched my waist and shot me a look, signaling me to shut up.
Chi Yan’s expression turned slightly cold. "He didn't buy it. Your mother bought it for me."
After saying her piece, Sister Chi Yan didn't elaborate. She turned and headed toward the house.
My mom bought it?
I watched Chi Yan’s slender, elegant figure walk away, feeling a bit bewildered.
My maternal aunt leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Are you brain-dead? Why would you bring up your uncle in front of Chi Yan?"
I scratched my head. "What’s wrong? Why can't I mention him?"
My maternal aunt tapped me on the forehead and sighed softly. "It’s hard to explain in a few words. Anyway, those two—father and daughter—don't get along. I don't know the specifics, but it seems to be about when Chi Yan went to study abroad."
"Fine."
I obviously didn't know the details of their conflict, but I knew enough to keep my mouth shut.
The small building wasn't very large—just one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. It was just enough for one person.
There were no men's slippers, so I just walked straight in. Recalling the coldness on Chi Yan’s face, I realized that today’s meeting with my cousin wasn't going as smoothly as I'd hoped.
Attempting to start a conversation, I said, "My mom really should have been more generous. This place is a bit on the small side."
Chi Yan remained expressionless. "I requested this. It has nothing to do with Eldest Aunt."
"Uh..."
The awkward exchange between Chi Yan and me made my maternal aunt burst out laughing.
Chi Yan explained, "I live alone anyway, so the size of the house doesn't matter. As long as the yard is big enough, I'm happy."
Thinking of the various plants in the garden, I asked, "Sister Chi Yan, do you take care of all the flowers in the yard yourself?"
"Mm."
Chi Yan gave a flat response. "You two wait for me a moment. I’m going to change. There’s wine in the cabinet and drinks in the fridge."
As soon as Chi Yan stepped into the bedroom, I pinned my maternal aunt down on the sofa. My fingers found the soft flesh of her waist, tickling her back and forth. "You seem awfully happy to see me strike out, don't you?"
"Giggle... stop it!"
My maternal aunt laughed uncontrollably, struggling weakly against me, her face bright with amusement. "I just find it satisfying to see you get shut down."
I looked down at her gorgeous face and couldn't resist leaning in to take a bite of her lips. Thinking back to Chi Yan’s "keep your distance" coldness, I let out a helpless sigh.
Beneath me, my maternal aunt wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "What are you sighing for?"
I glanced toward Chi Yan’s bedroom and whispered, "I feel like Sister Chi Yan is a bit... icy."
"Icy?"
My maternal aunt’s beautiful eyes flickered. Her fox-like eyes locked onto mine as she whispered, "What? Have you developed a crush on your cousin Chi Yan?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Yet, because of her words, Chi Yan’s cold, beautiful face and her explosive, mature body kept flashing through my mind.
"Tch, you think I don't know what’s going on in that little perverted head of yours?"
My maternal aunt pushed me off and sat up. She pinched the soft flesh of my waist again, her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy. "Your cousin Chi Yan is so beautiful and has such a great body. I don't believe for a second you haven't had any dirty thoughts about her."
My heart hammered against my ribs. To be honest, having been born with incestuous inclinations, it was impossible for me not to have fantasies about Sister Chi Yan.
From the moment I stepped into the equestrian club, the image of her vigorous, bouncing figure on horseback had been burned into my mind, refusing to leave.
Of course, I wasn't going to admit that. I intentionally provoked her: "Yeah, so? Are you going to help me conquer Sister Chi Yan?"
My maternal aunt’s expression froze for a moment, her face shifting through a range of emotions. The fingers pinching my waist loosened.
The explosion I expected from her didn't happen. Just as I was starting to feel confused, she actually nodded seriously. "Sure. As long as you can handle her."
Her answer caught me completely off guard. I panicked slightly. "Auntie, what are you talking about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense."
My maternal aunt stared straight into my eyes. "Isn't this exactly what a little pervert like you wants?"
I didn't dare meet her gaze and turned my head away. "Stop joking around. What if Sister Chi Yan hears you?"
My maternal aunt gave me a light punch. "You coward. If you like her, you like her. What’s so hard to admit? Besides..."
She trailed off, leaving me hanging. I couldn't help but ask, "Besides what?"
My maternal aunt leaned in close to my ear, blowing a puff of warm air that sent a shiver through me. "Your Sister Chi Yan is so beautiful... don't you want to make her call you 'Daddy' in bed too?"
Sister Chi Yan calling me Daddy?
The thought of Chi Yan’s cold, pretty face melting as she daintily called me "Daddy" made me think of my uncle, Chi Hao. I couldn't help but shudder; it was an indescribably strange feeling.
My maternal aunt’s seductive, charming voice rang in my ear again. "Doesn't just thinking about it feel incredibly good?"
Damn it, why am I being pushed around today?
I decided to take the initiative. I pulled my maternal aunt into my arms and said fiercely, "I don't know if Sister Chi Yan will call me Daddy, but I know for damn sure I'm going to fuck you until you're calling me Daddy tonight!"
My maternal aunt let out a melodic laugh, drawing out her words: "Fine by me, my... dear... Dad~dy~"
Her voice was crisp and sweet, and I quickly covered her red lips, terrified that Chi Yan might hear. "Auntie! Why are you being so loud?"
She leaned into my chest, acting spoiled. "Didn't you want me to call you Daddy?"
I helplessly pushed her to the side, wanting to avoid any suspicious intimacy when Chi Yan came out. "Auntie, stop messing around."
"I'm not messing around."
My maternal aunt squeezed my arm muscles. "Chi Yan and I might bicker a lot, but we're actually quite close. Letting her have a taste of you... it's not something I couldn't accept."
Her words made my heart race, but I knew better than to fall into whatever trap she was setting. I played along: "Well then, I'll have to trouble you to find me a few more women."
My maternal aunt narrowed her eyes, her gaze turning dangerous. "Little guy, you're really pushing your luck."
"Didn't you say it? You said you could get me into bed with Sister Chi Yan. If that's okay, then sleeping with other women shouldn't be a problem either, right?"
My maternal aunt’s expression shifted. She twisted my ear and said sternly, "That’s different!"
Just as I was about to ask how it was different, she lowered her voice again, sounding sweet and conspiratorial. "Don't be fooled by that icy face of hers. Deep down, your Sister Chi Yan is a total closet freak. It probably wouldn't be that hard to get her to call you Daddy."
A closet freak? Did that word really apply to the cold and elegant Chi Yan?
I smiled bitterly. "Auntie, stop joking. Just tell me why she's so cold. And tell me how I'm supposed to get along with her."
My maternal aunt frowned in thought. "She lived abroad alone for seven or eight years. How should I know why she became so icy? But I suspect the change in her personality is mostly because your uncle forced her to study abroad. As far as I know, the two of them haven't spoken in a long time. She’s been back in the country for months and hasn't even seen him."
Was the relationship between Sister Chi Yan and Uncle Chi Hao really that strained?
My maternal aunt went back to being mischievous. She chuckled. "You little brat, since she won't call Chi Hao 'Daddy' anymore, you might as well make her call you 'Daddy' instead..."
Sister Chi Yan calling me Daddy? If Uncle found out, he'd beat me to death.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. I immediately cut off the conversation. When I saw the figure standing in the doorway, my eyes went wide.