Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2178 - 499: Aunt Su Nuanyue 3

Forced to hustle and fight in the ruthless, brutal marketplace to provide for her family at just fifteen years old—no surprise she forged such a sharp, prickly character. Without that bite, she’d have been gobbled up alive.

Wang Yue inquired about the cultivation technique Su Nuanyue practiced. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a Su family method; rather, it was a trashy mess riddled with mistakes. It seemed slapped together by someone with only a shallow grasp of martial arts.

Practicing from a flawed manual like that, it was no shock she met disaster during breakthrough; avoiding it would’ve been the real wonder.

Su Nuanyue’s home lay far from the market, so Yang Cancan arrived back as the sun sank beneath the horizon. Mother and daughter bustled in the kitchen, preparing a dinner that felt lavish by their humble measures.

Dinner wrapped up close to 9:00 PM. Due to her frail condition, Su Nuanyue retired early for bed.

Yang Cancan headed to the bathroom for a wash, while Wang Yue dragged a stool into the courtyard. He settled there, gazing at the moon ascending in the east, his thoughts drifting into serene tranquility.

The quiet shattered quickly when Yang Cancan emerged from her shower into the yard.

Wang Yue glanced her way and froze in astonishment.

Her daytime facade was utterly shed. Hair normally tied up and capped now cascaded loosely to her shoulders. Not overly long, yet it transformed her vibe entirely—the tomboy vanished, yielding to captivating feminine allure.

Cleaned of dirt and ash, her skin gleamed fair with a vibrant rosy tint. Brows evoked hazy distant peaks, eyes shimmered like autumn lake ripples. Cherry lips and a subtle dimpled smile rendered her stunningly gorgeous.

A plain sleeveless short nightgown draped her, baring slender pale arms and shapely legs. Her dainty white feet slipped into plastic slippers.

The cheap ensemble, worth maybe fifty bucks, made her look fabulous. Proof positive: true beauty turns rags into couture.

To be honest, though Yang Cancan dazzled, she fell short of Wang Yue’s mother—the “Greatest Beauty of All Time”—or his aunts and sisters. Yet contrast amplifies charm. After viewing her all day as a grubby kid, her real form hit like a thunderbolt, even for Wang Yue.

Still, the shock dimmed a tad since this vision hauled a crate brimming with beer.

“Drink with me.” Yang Cancan ignored Wang Yue’s daze. She approached, yanked a chair across from him, plopped down heavily, legs splayed in typical guy fashion.

Her short nightgown hiked up past her knees upon sitting. Legs apart under the moonlight, Wang Yue glimpsed a few unruly hairs escaping her white panties’ edge.

Yang Cancan remained oblivious. Not promiscuous, just habitually casual alone. She underestimated Wang Yue’s keen sight piercing moonlight details. To her, night cloaked everything in shadows and outlines.

She grabbed two bottles from the crate, popped caps with her thumb, passed one to Wang Yue.

He accepted with a smile. “You like to drink?”

“Not really a fan, just great mood today,” she chuckled. “Cheers!”

She tapped her bottle to his, threw her head back, gulping fiercely... glug, glug, glug...

Wang Yue grinned wryly, shook his head, and matched her by draining his in one swig.

“Nice!” Yang Cancan flashed an approving smile, opened two more, offered him one. Now she sipped leisurely, ready to talk.

“You’re here to take us away, aren’t you?” she probed after a swallow.

Wang Yue nodded. “That’s the plan.”

“Fine. I’ll sell the shop in a few days, then we’re out,” she declared firmly.

Wang Yue blinked in surprise. She struck him as fiercely independent. He hadn’t anticipated such quick agreement. “You’re okay ditching Kaifeng so easily?”

“Why not? You scream rich family. Joining you means no more hardship for Mom,” she replied. “Plus, I torched those bridges with the thugs today. Shop’s done for anyway. Without you, how else to support her?”

Heart of gold, no airs about it, Wang Yue mused, mentally praising his cousin. He beamed. “Relax. Back home, Aunt Nuanyue suffers no more. Want another shop? I’ll set you up.”

“Ugh, pass. Sick to death of shopkeeping,” she grimaced in revulsion.

“Then what’s your dream?” Wang Yue pressed.

“My dream?” Her expression sobered instantly. “No laughing, promise?”

“I promise.”

“Since childhood, I’ve dreamed of adventuring. Raiding ruins, busting crooks in the city,” she confessed, eyes sparkling with yearning.

Wang Yue thumbs-upped her. “Didn’t peg you for a hero type. Lady knight it is!”

Yang Cancan burst laughing, swigged more, then sighed. “Shame. Mom fears I’ll mirror her fate. She trained me to normal human peak but won’t share real cultivation techniques.”

She’s protecting you, Wang Yue reflected. Not time yet to reveal their “manual’s” truth to this pair. He smiled. “No worries if she holds back. I’ll teach you a far superior one soon.”

“You promised! No backing out!” she whooped.

Drinking and chatting flowed on, forging a swift cousinly bond into fast friendship. Four beers in, Yang Cancan buzzed warmly.

The moon hung high, bathing the courtyard in glow. Even her ordinary eyes made Wang Yue’s features vivid.

After long scrutiny, she blurted, “Feels like today’s a dream. Tomorrow I’ll wake, everything normal again.”

“Why think that?” Wang Yue wondered.

“The longer I stare, the less you resemble my cousin,” she giggled.

“How so?”

“Your face,” she guffawed. “Never met Grandpa, but he sired a stunner like Mom, so he was handsome. How’s his grandson so... ordinary? Unless...”

“Unless what?”

Yang Cancan spoke bluntly, alcohol stripping filters. “Unless Grandma was ugly, Mom average. Only explanation for your plain looks.”

Wang Yue bristled. Insult my grandma and Mom?!

“Rubbish! My mom’s the all-time supreme beauty. Undeniable fact!”

Yang Cancan tittered. “Sure, dream on. If she’s history’s top beauty, how’d she birth such a plain son?”

“Hmph. Who says this is my true face? I disguise too,” Wang Yue huffed.

“For real? Show me then,” she dared.

Wang Yue pivoted away, dramatically rubbed his face to drop the disguise, restoring his genuine looks.