Chapter 107

The stifling restraint vanished in an instant.

Two fierce tigers leaped out of their cages just like that.

One jumped left, the other lay right.

One jumped right, the other lay left.

The visual impact was even greater than Xu Qingyao’s.

The latter had a softer, more supple state—like a water-absorbing sponge, heavy and full.

But Tantai Yuruo’s texture resembled Yu Hua’s—firmer, yet trembling with tension.

The difference, however, was like comparing a coconut to a basketball in size!

That embroidered palace gown was designed to conceal one’s figure, yet even so, her extraordinary curves were unmistakable.

Ning Chen had never expected such a breathtaking sight hidden beneath those robes.

Was this the charm of a mature woman?

It was… a little overwhelming.

“Ahhh!” Tantai Yuruo let out a girlish shriek, stumbling back as she crossed her arms defensively over her chest.

But how could sugarcane block watermelons?

Her beautiful eyes widened in fury, her entire body trembling with agitation, her cheeks flushed red with anger.

“You—you scoundrel! What do you think you’re doing?!”

After struggling for a long time, that was the only line she could muster—hardly the most threatening.

In the end, she still had to consider the man’s status.

If this had happened when she first arrived, she would have unleashed every means at her disposal!

“Tch.” Ning Chen gave her a sidelong glance, then turned away, ignoring the woman’s rage and panic as he leisurely sat back on the bed.

“Seems you’re still not sincere. Fine. When your daughter arrives, I’ll see if her heart is sincere enough.”

His murmur was soft, yet in the quiet of the room, it struck like a hammer.

Tantai Yuruo’s heart lurched at his words.

See her heart?

Did he mean the surface… or the inside?

Was this man truly so vengeful that he wanted to kill A’Yao?!

Her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably. That cold, expressionless face was impossible to read, and her fear only grew.

No!

She couldn’t let her own mistakes affect A’Yao!

Taking a deep breath, Tantai Yuruo fell silent for a long moment. Finally, a glint of resolve flashed in her eyes—she had made her decision.

Her hands, which had been guarding her melons, slowly lowered.

Step by step, she approached the man on the bed.

Until she stopped before him.

And knelt.

Offering everything in full.

Ning Chen remained unmoved.

As if. He had already taken the initiative once—that was more than enough courtesy.

At the end of the day, she was just a mother.

Though she was undeniably exquisite, with that rare Yin physique, something about her still felt… tainted.

Maybe he’d just been spoiled by too many delicacies over the years, leaving him with a severe case of mental cleanliness.

Either way, his original plan had been to grope her for an hour, copy the physique’s experience value, and call it a day.

After all, any traits unsuitable for men would automatically optimize and convert into experience points.

As for whether to let his “little brother” do some “field research,” Ning Chen was still on the fence.

It felt like an insult to his loyal companion. He’d never fed him leftovers before—even if this particular dish looked far more sumptuous than most fresh meals.

A second-hand car, no matter how new, could never be brand-new again!

Seeing that Ning Chen couldn’t even be bothered to look at her, Tantai Yuruo was momentarily lost.

Had she aged?

Did her beauty hold no appeal at all?

Had he really only wanted to test her sincerity earlier?

Thinking of Duanmu Yao, she bit down hard on the inside of her lip, trembling as she took the man’s broad palm and pressed it against her left side.

“E- Elder… please, see for yourself… my heart is sincere…”

“I beg you… don’t harm A’Yao.”

Every word was a struggle.

Even through the thick shock-absorbing layer, Ning Chen could feel the thump-thump of a racing pulse—proof of her turmoil.

Of course she was sincere. He was a professional—he knew sincerity when he felt it.

At least when it came to her daughter, she was utterly devoted.

But the problem was, he’d never planned to do anything to Duanmu Yao in the first place.

What punishment could he even give her?

A few extra rounds?

Wouldn’t that just be a reward?

Yet this woman had some kind of persecution complex, conjuring up wild scenarios in her head. He hadn’t even done anything, and she was already on her knees.

But… whatever. She was the one begging him to look. Might as well humor her.

Ning Chen tightened his grip, melon flesh spilling between his fingers.

“Mmm…” Tantai Yuruo suppressed a moan, brows furrowing.

The texture was smooth, delightfully elastic—like perfectly kneaded dough, pliable yet resilient, bouncing back like memory foam.

Absolutely incredible!

But… why was his hand getting wet?

Ning Chen turned back, releasing his hold to examine her with a critical eye.

She wasn’t like Yu Hua’s rare, sealed type, nor like Li Yiya’s petite jade beans. Hers wasn’t within the normal range either.

Maybe his focus was off, but the rosy halo took up nearly a third of the visual field.

And the key area protruded prominently—not conical, but cylindrical, standing as tall as the first joint of a finger.

Right now, a spring bubbled with thick liquid.

Ning Chen raised a brow. Interesting.

Was this the effect of the “Water Nectar” after taking that secret medicine?

Today was full of revelations.

And unlike typical nursing mothers, hers showed no signs of dullness—just an enticing shade of pink.

“D-don’t… look…” Tantai Yuruo turned away, her voice barely a whisper.

This was so humiliating!

She’d already emptied herself before coming, so why did just a few touches—

Ning Chen’s hands kneaded dutifully, working the dough.

But the more he kneaded, the stickier it got.

I wonder how it tastes?

The thought crossed his mind before he could stop it.

“Nn… ah… haah…”

At first, Tantai Yuruo could endure it.

But those hands held a strange magic—just a few simple movements brought sensations she’d never experienced before.

Her mind began to fog.

H-how?

Even when she touched herself, it had never felt like this—not even when nursing A’Yao!

Disgraceful! It wouldn’t stop leaking!

Her trembling intensified, her waist weakening until she had to rely on Ning Chen’s grip to stay upright.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Down there…

For some reason, she suddenly felt like she was about to—

Her legs clamped together beneath her skirt.

She’d long since transcended mortal needs!

She didn’t eat or drink—why did she feel like this?!

Gone was the fierce woman from before.

Now, her face was flushed, eyes glazed with moisture.

Her voluptuous body swayed weakly, her robes slipping off one shoulder as the torn fabric gaped open.

A picture of sinful temptation.

Ning Chen: “…”

No wonder the Cao Thief spirit lived on.

“E-elder… nn… h-have you seen enough?”

Her voice was breathy, her eyes red-rimmed, the corners already smudged with desire—unaware of the seductive lilt in her own words.

It wasn’t that she wanted to stop him.

But if this continued, she really wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Mm. Passable.” Ning Chen nodded, withdrawing his hand with a firm shake.

“We’re done here. You may leave. I need rest.”

With that, he lay back down, pulling the covers over himself without a second glance.

Tantai Yuruo was still dazed.

That was it?

Realizing she was free and A’Yao wouldn’t be targeted, relief washed over her—but with it came an inexplicable emptiness, a faint regret that things hadn’t gone further.

Wait—

What kind of thoughts were these?!

She shook her head violently, trying to clear the nonsense from her mind.

Turning back to Ning Chen, she bowed deeply.

“Th-thank you for your mercy, Elder. I… I take my leave.”

But the moment the words left her mouth—

Ding-a-ling!

A cheerful chime sounded at the door.

Followed by a voice, bright and sweet, before its owner even appeared.

“Hehe~ Father, I’m back!”

The playful tone was full of excitement.

But to Tantai Yuruo, it nearly scared the piss out of her.

Her flushed face drained of color in an instant.

A’Yao?!

Didn’t she take the medicine?!

Why was she here?!

But there was no time to think.

If her daughter saw her like this—

—Nope!

Unthinkable!

Panicked, Tantai Yuruo clutched her chest, desperately scanning the room for a hiding spot.

But there was nowhere to conceal herself.

Just as despair threatened to consume her, the bulge of Ning Chen’s blanket-covered legs became her lifeline.

Her eyes lit up with hope. Without hesitation, she lunged forward, diving under the covers at record speed.

Ning Chen lifted a corner of the blanket.

Their eyes met.

Hi there!

Haha!