Chapter 78: My Maternal Aunt in a Qipao
Chapter 78: My Maternal Aunt in a Qipao
Chi Yan had her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her face was completely bare, devoid of any makeup, yet even without it, her lovely features remained flawless.
She wore a tight, off-the-shoulder top that revealed shoulders as rounded and white as polished jade. Below, she wore a pair of skin-tight jeans paired with nude stilettos.
Standing over five-foot-seven, Chi Yan had a tall, striking figure, but nothing drew the eye quite like her long legs, encased tightly in those denim jeans.
The fabric was stretched taut by her generous rear, her pert buttocks pushing against the denim to create an enticing curve. Every inch of her lush, graceful silhouette was put on full display by those jeans.
At twenty-seven, Chi Yan didn't have the air of a mature, married woman, but she was undoubtedly a "big sister" type whose beauty had reached full bloom.
I hadn't expected her backside to be quite so full and shapely. Beneath her slender, narrow waist, her rounded hips were like ripe peaches—perfectly sculpted by a master craftsman and radiating an incredible allure.
Staring at my cousin’s long legs, I couldn't help but swallow hard, finding it impossible to look away.
Was the charm of denim really this powerful?
I couldn't even blame myself!
Chi Yan’s legs and backside were simply too beautiful. Her legs were as straight as slender stalks of bamboo, without a single curve or blemish. Their proportions were perfect—any more would have been excess, any less would have lacked grace.
Those skinny jeans seemed custom-made for her, hugging the curves of her legs perfectly and unreservedly showcasing their firmness and elegant lines.
A glimpse of her delicate, slender ankles peeked out from the hem, pairing naturally with her high heels to create a unique sense of beauty.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop staring! Your eyes are practically popping out of your head!"
My maternal aunt’s snide voice drifted over, making me flush with embarrassment.
When my eyes met Chi Yan’s beautiful gaze, her look seemed to pierce right through to my soul, making me want to shrink away in shame.
I was probably the only person in the world who would get so mesmerized staring at his own cousin’s ass.
I cleared my throat, trying to act composed. "Auntie, you’ve got it all wrong. This is called appreciation, okay?"
"Appreciation?"
For once, my maternal aunt didn't seem jealous. She continued her sarcastic tone. "Your eyes were practically glued to your sister Yan’s butt. You call that appreciation?"
Her blunt words left both Chi Yan and me deeply embarrassed. Chi Yan gave a light cough and awkwardly looked away, a rare hint of a blush creeping onto her usually cold and aloof face.
Damn it, Auntie, can you please stop making trouble!
I felt like crying; my image was completely shattered.
My maternal aunt walked gracefully over to Chi Yan’s side and gave her pert buttocks a few slaps, causing her curves to jiggle slightly. "Did you wear these jeans on purpose just to seduce my precious Xiao Yuan?"
Chi Yan swatted her hand away, her voice calm yet tinged with a hint of pride. "I’m only wearing jeans right now. I’m afraid that if I put on anything else, you’ll end up looking like you have no charm at all."
Hearing this, my maternal aunt’s teeth practically itched with irritation. She immediately turned all her fury toward me, subjecting me to a round of playful manhandling.
After the fooling around, my maternal aunt patted Chi Yan’s rear again and asked, "You’re going like that? Without even any makeup?"
A high ponytail and jeans were indeed a bit casual for tonight’s banquet.
Chi Yan replied, "You know my personality. The fact that I’m wearing high heels is already giving this banquet enough face."
She paused slightly, then added clearly, "Besides, do I really need makeup?"
My maternal aunt looked speechless. She pinched Chi Yan’s cheek. "What an arrogant woman."
Chi Yan: "It’s not arrogance; it’s confidence."
My maternal aunt looked her up and down. "You’re already so tall. There’s really no need for the heels."
Chi Yan explained calmly, "I just don't want to be outshone by you in your heels."
My maternal aunt let out a long sigh, holding her forehead.
My maternal aunt and Chi Yan were similar in height, so whether or not they wore heels really did have a huge impact on their overall presence.
The three of us got into the car and left Chi Yan’s private courtyard.
In the car, my maternal aunt leaned in close to my ear, her teeth practically bared in a frustrated grin. She lowered her voice and asked, "Whose butt is prettier, mine or Chi Yan’s?"
Images of my maternal aunt’s enticing curves in various outfits and Chi Yan’s look in those jeans flashed through my mind simultaneously. After a moment of thought, I said, "Both are beautiful, but..."
My maternal aunt pressed, "But what?"
I whispered back, "The things you haven't obtained yet always have a bit more of a pull."
My maternal aunt froze for a second, a flash of disappointment crossing her face. Though she hid it well, I caught it.
She forced a smile. "You little brat. You were just acting all innocent, saying you weren't interested in your sister Yan."
"Auntie, I wasn't finished."
I chuckled and took her hand, whispering, "But in my heart, you are the most beautiful."
My maternal aunt gave me a flirtatious roll of her eyes and squeezed my palm back, saying nothing more.
We drove to the luxury clothing store my maternal aunt frequently visited. Stepping inside that high-end custom boutique felt like entering a dreamlike kingdom of fashion.
The lighting was soft yet brilliant, like scattered starlight illuminating every corner perfectly. The floor was covered in a thick, soft carpet that muffled every footstep, making it feel like walking on clouds.
The walls were a subtle pale gold, inlaid with exquisite carved frames that radiated a low-key luxury.
In the display area, gorgeous garments were laid out like works of art. The fine fabrics shimmered under the lights—some smooth as silk, others soft as velvet. The tailoring of every piece was perfect, the lines elegant and fluid.
Looking at the magnificent decor, I couldn't help but sigh. "Truly, the evil capitalists!"
No wonder Mom was so strict about our living standards and insisted on me and my sister living in a normal luxury flat. If I had grown up in a villa district with luxury cars at my beck and call, it would have been hard for someone with my personality not to sink into a life of decadence.
My maternal aunt laughed softly. "Don't forget, you’re the son of a capitalist."
I replied, "Then I’m a pretty poor excuse for one. I’m far too removed from a life of debauchery."
"Look at you, having no ambition..."
Chi Yan found a random spot to sit and started playing with her phone, seemingly unimpressed by the luxury surrounding her.
My maternal aunt gestured for me to wait in the lounge area and headed toward the back.
I sat down next to Chi Yan. Before long, my maternal aunt emerged in a new outfit.
She was wearing a magnificent moon-white qipao. In that moment, she looked like a beauty who had stepped right out of the Republic of China era. Her cloud-like hair was elegantly pinned up, with a few stray strands falling by her cheeks, adding a touch of seductive charm to her already enchanting look.
Surprisingly, my maternal aunt had also washed off her makeup. Even bare-faced, her skin was as delicate as snow, her red lips were lush and inviting, and her fox-like eyes were bright and captivating. She wore long, slender white jade earrings that swayed slightly as she walked, like a flowing river.
Seeing her like this, her intention to compete with the bare-faced Chi Yan was obvious.
The qipao she wore slightly exposed her fragrant shoulders, and her delicate collarbones were subtly prominent, adding to her sexiness. The frog fasteners at the collar were exquisite and classic, accentuating her long, swan-like neck.
The fabric was top-tier silk, shimmering softly under the lights. It was embroidered with beautiful patterns in fine, colorful thread, showcasing both wealth and refinement.
The sleeves were cut just right to reveal her snowy wrists. The jade bracelet I had given her swayed gently, making a crisp clinking sound. As if for extra flair, she held a small folding fan, waving it gently to add to her elegant aura.
At this moment, my maternal aunt was the picture of an elegant, seductive noblewoman from the old days. She was truly breathtaking.
Even Chi Yan couldn't help but look up and stare for a long time.
My maternal aunt walked gracefully toward me and did a slow turn. "Well, darling? How do I look?"
I praised her repeatedly. "Beautiful! Auntie, you’re truly too beautiful!"
As I spoke, I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering over her body, my gaze burning.
The custom qipao was incredible; it hugged her body tightly, tracing her graceful curves. Her waist was so slender it looked like it might break if I gripped it, and her full, rounded hips were held high, their smooth lines radiating the unique charm of a beautiful mature woman. Her snowy, long legs were visible through the high slits of the qipao, tugging at my heartstrings.
"Tsk, tsk..."
Even Chi Yan couldn't help but speak up. "Qingqiu, no wonder people call you a vixen. I’ve finally seen it for myself."
"Go on with you."
My maternal aunt gave her a playful roll of her eyes, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me to a wall of mirrors, turning around to admire herself. The sales assistant nearby kept showering her with praise. "Miss Chi, this qipao really suits you perfectly. I’ve never seen anyone look so good in it."
My maternal aunt looked at her reflection, satisfied. "This was custom-made specifically for me; of course it fits."
The assistant realized she’d stated the obvious and gave an awkward, polite smile.
"Come here."
My maternal aunt hooked her arm through mine, letting me wrap my hand around her soft waist, then gestured for the assistant to take a photo.
The assistant took several photos in a row. My maternal aunt looked me up and down and asked the assistant, "Do you have any clothes suitable for him?"
The assistant shook her head. "Everything here is custom-made. I’m afraid not."
My maternal aunt said, "Something that’s a 'close enough' fit will do."
The assistant looked troubled. "But everything is bespoke. If other clients find out..."
Suddenly, a woman who looked like a manager rushed over. She pulled the assistant aside and gave my maternal aunt a polite smile. "Miss Chi, the new girl doesn't know the ropes. I’ll go arrange it right away."
The woman looked me over, seemingly measuring me with her eyes. After about thirty seconds, she bowed and invited me to follow her.
My maternal aunt tilted her chin at me, and though I hadn't really wanted to change, I followed the woman.
When I came back out in my new clothes, the light in my maternal aunt’s and Chi Yan’s eyes told me I probably looked alright.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I saw a handsome, clean-cut youth with bright, spirited eyes. I looked young and green, with a "naive" clarity in my gaze that would make any woman want to tease or bully me.
I stood tall and lean in a simple yet elegant black slim-fit suit. The white shirt underneath had the collar slightly open, revealing my collarbones like some sort of high-end gigolo.
A wine-red ribbon was tied at the collar, adding a splash of color to the overall look.
My maternal aunt’s eyes were practically sparkling as she looked me over repeatedly. Even Chi Yan’s gaze lingered on me for a long time.
Suddenly, the eyes of every woman in the store were on me, making me feel a bit self-conscious. I instinctively tugged at my collar. "It feels weird having my collarbones showing."
"Don't move." My maternal aunt reached out and grabbed my wrist, her eyes shining. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look with your collarbones exposed?"
Sexy? Is that a word you use for a grown man?
I didn't know about sexy, but the looks from the sales assistants were definitely strange—they were so intense I felt a bit hot under the collar.
I pulled at my maternal aunt. "Auntie, are we done? Let’s just go."
My maternal aunt pulled out her phone. "Wait, let me take a few pictures first."
I whispered a plea. "Can we do it later?"
My maternal aunt scanned the room, and seeing the predatory looks from the young sales assistants, she frowned slightly. "Fine."
After waiting a few more minutes to get the photos the assistant had taken of us, my maternal aunt took my hand and led me out gracefully.