Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2105 - 434: The Mad Auntie 2

She had always been a lady of firm beliefs, maintaining her composure through her career and refusing to bend her values just to save face. Yet, with Wang Yue, turning him down felt nearly impossible. Deep inside, she even accepted his generosity toward her and her daughter as something completely expected.

She didn't realize this about herself at all.

Once the girls had toyed with the space ring enough, their focus shifted to the porcelain vase Wang Yue pulled out. They inquired, "Brother Tiezhu, what's this?"

"They call it 'Immortal Drunkness,' much like liquor," Wang Yue explained. "The alcohol inside won't damage your mind. Actually, it boosts a martial artist's mental focus. So it's safe for you to try a bit."

Zhou Yifei was familiar with Immortal Drunkness too, recognizing it as an extravagant good beyond the reach of most rich folks. But given how freely Wang Yue handed over the space ring, sharing some Immortal Drunkness didn't surprise her.

Besides, based on her knowledge, Immortal Drunkness matched Wang Yue's description—it caused no harm and aided in sharpening mental energy. Thus, she quit resisting and allowed Wang Yue to mix the tiny bottle of Immortal Drunkness, filling a cup for each of the four.

The moment the wine hit the cups, the two young girls snatched a taste and let out a deep breath, exclaiming, "It smells amazing!"

With that, they each gulped down another swallow.

Wang Yue chuckled, "Oh dear, I might end up creating two mini drunkards."

Zhou Yifei observed her daughters' enthusiasm for the drink and found herself grinning.

Next, she sampled a sip herself and couldn't deny that Immortal Drunkness earned its fame. Even watered down, it outshone every wine she'd sampled in the past.

The single small bottle of Immortal Drunkness held two liang of wine originally. Wang Yue stretched it to two jin by diluting, cutting it ten times over. Yet, thanks to the superior caliber of the source, the tenfold dilution left it potent still.

Since it marked their debut with alcohol, the two little girls sipped rapidly. After downing roughly one liang apiece, they gave out and dozed off right at the table.

Zhou Yifei even sensed a mild buzz.

Her alcohol tolerance ran high, which emboldened her to share drinks with Wang Yue. However, lacking prior experience with Immortal Drunkness, she underestimated its strength.

With the girls now sleeping, Wang Yue and Zhou Yifei lifted them and carried them off to the guest room for proper rest. Afterward, they returned to the dining table.

"Auntie Zhou, here's to you once more," Wang Yue offered, refilling Zhou Yifei's cup before lifting his.

Zhou Yifei already buzzed a touch, and the walk around amplified her haze. As Wang Yue geared up for another toast, she burst into laughter and teased, "Young fellow, you've been spoiling Pingping and Tingting, and now you're aiming to intoxicate me. Got some hidden agenda?"

"Hidden agenda? What could that be?" Wang Yue shot back.

He'd harbored no designs on Zhou Yifei earlier, never once entertaining such notions. But her question sparked a faint ripple in his thoughts.

The absence of prior interest stemmed from their initial encounter's context: she was wed, and he wouldn't shatter another's home.

This mindset guided his instincts, keeping any stray ideas at bay.

Things stood differently now. Zhou Yifei was wed, sure, but her "spouse" was Wang Yue's uncle, vanished for three years, absent for the next three, and possibly gone forever.

Under these circumstances, disrupting a household posed no problem.

Even more so, Wang Yue leaned toward the taboo. The nearer the familial tie, the fiercer his urge.

He hadn't bedded his aunt yet!

Though Wang Yuyao counted as his aunt, she connected through marriage first, lacking that untainted bond.

At present, aunts by marriage, uncles, and even his mother-in-law had all shared his bed. In his tally of generational conquests, just one true aunt remained unclaimed.

He'd figured that slot stayed empty forever, yet Zhou Yifei's presence could complete it.

As a result, Wang Yue's look toward Zhou Yifei shifted abruptly.

Zhou Yifei had no clue she'd turned into prey for this rogue's gaze. She kept giggling in her tipsy state and added, "Get me drunk for some naughty deed? Don't say you harbor those ideas."

"And if I did?" Wang Yue probed cautiously.

"That's a crime, rape," Zhou Yifei replied.

"What if you went along willingly?" Wang Yue pressed, subtly channeling his true energy to stir her inner cravings.

"Still rape," Zhou Yifei insisted. "You'd be coaxing my consent while impaired, defying my true wishes."

"What if you pleaded for it?" Wang Yue grinned.

"That wouldn't qualify, since begging shows I'm aware, avoiding the rape label." Zhou Yifei beamed playfully. "Though that's never happening. Women, like men, favor looks. You're too plain. Sure, you offer reliability, but no sparks of romance."

Zhou Yifei meant no slight by her words; she worried he might nurse wicked plans. Her goal was to caution him, steering this likable youth from a dark turn.

But right after her words landed, Wang Yue's features transformed. From a regular guy, he morphed into a striking youth outshining countless females in allure.

"Does this spark your interest?" Wang Yue queried, reverting to his usual form.

Zhou Yifei stared in astonishment, jabbing a finger at him. "You... you're Wang Yue!"

Now it clicked why her girls warmed to him instantly and why she trusted him without question. He was Su Mingxuan's nephew.

They say nephews echo their uncles, and it held true. Though Wang Yue disguised himself and bore no surface resemblance to Su Mingxuan, a core essence linked them deeply.

Without that angle, the likeness escapes notice. But awareness reveals their striking parallels.

Wang Yue smiled and affirmed, "That's right, auntie."

"What name did you just use?" Zhou Yifei queried, stunned.

"Auntie," Wang Yue repeated. "Aren't Pingping and Tingting's father my uncle Su Mingxuan?"

"You knew all along," Zhou Yifei murmured with a sigh, tinged with letdown.

She'd never envisioned anything romantic with Wang Yue, yet his care for her and the girls brought joy.

Now, though, it appeared his warmth sprang solely from duty to Su Mingxuan. The outcome matched, but the sentiment stung a little all the same.