From the fact that Aunt Taylor stubbornly insisted on marrying Linker back then, it’s not hard to see her personality.
Having just walked out of a failed marriage and then entering a forbidden relationship with Jake, step by step, her fragile heart had long been riddled with holes. If Jake hadn’t possessed supernatural abilities, perhaps Aunt Taylor would have bled out in the bathroom back then.
Feeling heartbroken for Aunt Taylor, Jake wanted to spend as much ti as possible with her when he was free, to make it up to her.
"Today, I’ll let you taste your fill. Open your mouth." Jake picked up a piece of stinky tofu and brought it to Aunt Taylor’s lips.
"I can do it myself." Taylor was still sowhat nervous, clutching her bag and reaching out to take it.
Jake deftly avoided her hand, making a mouth-opening gesture while coaxing her like a child. "No, co on, open your mouth. Ah!"
Jake’s actions naturally drew the attention of those around them. Many single n and won cast envious glances, sighing at how good the couple’s relationship was.
So n with partners also stole glances at Aunt Taylor when their girlfriends weren’t looking.
Jake noticed all of this. A tall, enchanting beauty like Aunt Taylor could attract waves of admiring or lustful gazes wherever she went.
Facing these looks, Jake whispered, "Aunt Taylor, if you don’t give face, I’ll be embarrassed."
Jake’s earnest expression made Taylor relax and smile. She was also aware of the surrounding stares and had no choice but to part her red lips and take a small bite of the stinky tofu.
Her white teeth sank into the soft tofu, and the fragrant yet pungent juice imdiately oozed out. The milky broth slid down the corner of her mouth.
Jake quickly caught it with a paper bowl and swallowed the half-eaten piece of stinky tofu in one gulp.
The image of the white broth overflowing in Aunt Taylor’s mouth reminded Jake of that night in the classroom when he ca in her mouth. She had truly swallowed his cum.
Seeing Aunt Taylor’s slightly awkward expression, Jake quickly cleared his indecent thoughts and pulled out a tissue to gently wipe her mouth.
"How does it taste?"
For so reason, Taylor felt Jake’s question was a bit strange, as if he ant sothing else.
"It’s quite tasty."
"Then have another bite?"
"No need. I’d like to try sothing else." With that, she walked toward another snack stall.
Jake guessed Aunt Taylor must be shy and hurried after her to attend to her.
The n around them couldn’t take their eyes off Aunt Taylor, only reluctantly looking away after receiving warning glares from their female companions.
During the lively noon, Jake acted like an attentive attendant, escorting Aunt Taylor. He not only bought all kinds of snacks to satisfy her appetite but also fended off n trying to hit on her.
Even during the brief ti Jake went to the restroom, n would inexplicably appear around Aunt Taylor, asking for her WhatsApp. At such tis, Jake would confidently stride over, wrap his arm around Aunt Taylor’s shoulders, and loudly declare, "Darling."
This little display of possessiveness seed to touch Aunt Taylor’s girlish heart, putting her in a cheerful mood all afternoon. Her appetite improved, and she sampled almost every snack stall. Of course, Aunt Taylor only took small bites, leaving the rest for Jake to finish.
Jake smiled wryly and rubbed his abs, thinking, "If this keeps up, I might end up with just one left."
After eating their fill, the two played gas at the arcade, winning many cute plush toys. Ti flew by, and it was already 2 p.m.
They also browsed so clothing stores, but Aunt Taylor didn’t seem interested in anything.
Only Jake knew the truth: Aunt Taylor was sparing his wallet. Those shops were all brand-na stores. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the clothes but that she couldn’t bear to spend the money.
This wasn’t just for Jake’s sake. Unlike her sister, who ran a large company, Aunt Taylor had no other inco after falling out with her parents.
Over the years, her and Linker’s earnings in the bustling city of Savannah were barely enough to get by. Though a Ph.D. from Savannah University and a teacher at MCB No. 12 School provided decent salaries, they rarely splurged on expensive clothes. Mid-range brands were more than enough.
But Jake had his own plans. On her birthday, he had gifted Aunt Taylor a bracelet, the only piece of jewelry she owned.
It was almost laughable. Aunt Taylor had never ntioned this to Jake, but the "three golds" (traditional wedding jewelry) bought for her marriage had long been taken by her mother-in-law. If she hadn’t been so ek, she wouldn’t have endured until now before divorcing Linker.
Ordinary clothes didn’t do justice to Aunt Taylor’s beauty. Jake wanted to see her in sothing different.
Coincidentally, ijia Plaza had a shop specializing in qipaos, exactly what Jake had in mind.
Aunt Taylor’s restless heart had been soothed by Jake’s hours of companionship, putting her in high spirits. She didn’t refuse Jake’s suggestion but made it clear she was only trying them on, not buying.
Unlike other stores, the qipao shop was tucked away in a remote corner on the fourth floor, the farthest from the elevator. Jake had only noticed it after wandering around.
As soon as Jake entered the qipao shop, a young saleswoman ca to assist them. The saleswoman wore a red dress and red high heels, her slender figure a testant to the owner’s careful selection. Without a good figure, how could one showcase the qipao’s unique classical elegance?
Compared to the sprawling clothing stores spanning dozens or even hundreds of square ters, this qipao shop could be called pocket-sized. But though small, it was well-stocked.
Qipaos of various colors, styles, and designs hung neatly on the walls, while others were arranged on racks or neatly folded on a square table in the center.
A plastic mannequin stood at the entrance, its impossibly exaggerated curves draped in an erald-green qipao. But clearly, few won in real life possessed such proportions.
The shop was small, but it was crowded—almost exclusively with won. Perhaps so male companions, unable to endure their partners’ indecisiveness, had left to wait elsewhere.
Jake understood this well. He had once spent an entire day shopping with Mia, buying little but exhausting himself. In every store, Mia would spend at least an hour trying on every piece she fancied.
The most impressive part was that Mia returned ho full of energy, while Jake, the man, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly. Indeed, doing sothing you dislike is utterly draining.
Fortunately, Aunt Taylor didn’t share that habit, or Jake would have been worn out too.
Fortunately, Aunt Taylor didn’t share that habit, or Jake would have been worn out too.
Aunt Taylor’s arrival imdiately caught the saleswoman’s attention, drawing displeasure from other won browsing or admiring themselves in the mirror after trying on qipaos.
Among these won were tall, short, young, and old, mostly in groups, originally exchanging complints. But Aunt Taylor’s presence made them feel inadequate.
Her tall stature made her stand out like a crane among chickens, her proud bearing like a graceful swan. The ugly ducklings around her could only envy and resent her, dreaming of one day achieving such beauty through plastic surgery.
Even without a qipao, Aunt Taylor’s natural elegance outshone everyone. Her ample bosom, round buttocks, and slender waist—any one of these features would make the other won bow their heads in sha.
Her aura, steeped in years of scholarly refinent, exuded intelligence and grace. Her every movent radiated elegance, her stunning face aloof and detached, her attention solely on the qipaos, oblivious to the won’s complex stares.
Even the way she sipped the pearl milk tea Jake had bought for her, gulping down the pearls with a mature yet adorable charm, made the older won pale in comparison. Even the younger girls couldn’t match her.
"Miss, your figure and temperant are perfect for qipaos," the saleswoman said politely, hands clasped at her waist, bowing slightly—a gesture fitting the qipao shop’s ambiance.
"Taylor, take a look around. I’ll pick so for you later," Jake said, plopping onto a seat.
Given the crowd, they wouldn’t be leaving anyti soon.
Earlier, while eavesdropping on Aunt Taylor’s "inner voices," Jake learned she actually loved qipaos. For won, qipaos held the sa allure as luxury cars did for n. But qipaos weren’t cheap, which was why she said she’d only try them on.
On the other hand, the "inner voices" of the won here gave Jake quite a shock.
As the saying goes, "Three won make a drama." Here, there were at least nine, enough for two mahjong tables.
These won’s minds were buzzing, fiercely discussing Aunt Taylor while belittling her, as if only then could they feel better about themselves. In reality, this only revealed their pettiness.
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