Naturally, Mu Ling wanted to assess Ye Fei’s character.
Although Ye Ningsuan had always spoken highly of him, Mu Ling couldn’t afford to be careless for her daughter’s sake.
In a wealthy family like the Ye’s, it was all too easy for spoiled rich kids to emerge.
Who was to say that this young man was merely putting on a good show, and that his aunt’s favoritism had blinded her to his true nature?
With Ye Fei’s standard invitation gesture, Mu Ling extended her right hand to him. She gracefully rose to her feet as he led her into the dance floor.
One hand holding Mu Ling’s small hand, the other gently resting on her slender waist, Ye Fei guided her into a slow dance.
Although he hadn’t deliberately practiced dancing, it was far simpler than martial arts techniques.
For someone who could master martial arts so effortlessly, dancing was a piece of cake.
As Ye Fei moved around the dance floor, Mu Ling scrutinized him closely. This was her first truly detailed look at him.
Although she had glanced at him earlier, it hadn’t felt quite right to stare so intently upon first meeting.
Only now did she have to admit that the boy holding her was truly a favored son of fortune, a paragon of charm.
Setting aside everything else, his appearance alone was enough to captivate any woman.
Over the years, Mu Ling had seen her fair share of the world, but she had never encountered a man as "beautiful" as Ye Fei.
Yes, beautiful—his face was even more exquisite than some women’s.
Yet, within this beauty, there was an unmistakable aura of masculinity.
No one would mistake him for a weak, effeminate man.
For most men, eyebrows were hardly a defining feature, but Ye Fei was different. His thick, dark eyebrows, arched and extending into his temples, added a ruggedness to his face.
This ruggedness, which seemed at odds with his perfectly chiseled features, somehow created a perfect harmony on his face.
Combined with his visibly strong and robust physique, he exuded an irresistible charm that was utterly captivating to women.
The more Mu Ling observed Ye Fei, the stronger this feeling grew within her.
Gradually, she felt an unusual stirring in her heart, which had long been dormant. Her heartbeat quickened, and she was taken aback.
She quickly turned her head away, unable to look at him any longer, and said, "Ye Fei, you don’t mind if Auntie Mu calls you by your first name, do you?"
"Of course not. Auntie Mu, you’re a close friend of my aunt, and naturally, you’re my elder. It’s only right that you call me by my nickname," Ye Fei replied with a smile. He knew this mature and beautiful woman was well aware of his identity but wondered why she hadn’t told her daughter.
"Could you tell Auntie a bit about yourself?" Mu Ling asked with a smile. "Your aunt hasn’t had the chance to introduce you to me yet."
"There’s not much to tell. I’m still in high school," Ye Fei said honestly. "My family, in an effort to groom me, has had me take over some of the family business."
Mu Ling nodded and continued, "When I was in Wang Hai City years ago, you hadn’t been born yet. Later, when I moved to Gan City, I rarely came back. I’ve only heard about you from your aunt. She mentioned that you were in poor health as a child. How are you now?"
"Much better," Ye Fei replied. "As you might know, my mother’s family has a unique method of health preservation. After practicing it, my health improved significantly."
As they danced, the two engaged in light conversation, discussing everything from Ye Fei’s health to amusing anecdotes from Wang Hai City, and then delving into their views on the current economy.
Mu Ling found that Ye Fei was indeed as his aunt had described—exceptionally knowledgeable and easy to get along with. There was a remarkable rapport between them.
Sometimes, just as she was about to say something, he would speak first. This kind of rapport made Mu Ling’s mind wander, and she gradually became distracted. Unconsciously, a charming blush spread across her beautiful face.
Ye Fei was also feeling a bit uneasy.
As they danced, Mu Ling’s body began to emit a faint, intoxicating fragrance.
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This scent was different from the fresh aroma of a young girl; it was the kind that only a mature woman could possess, and not just any woman—only a top-tier beauty like Mu Ling could have it.
Ye Fei’s aunts and other mature beauties around him also had a similar scent, though each with slight variations.
The effect was the same: it unconsciously evoked one word in the mind of anyone who smelled it—"sex." Inhaling the exquisite fragrance from Mu Ling, Ye Fei’s temporarily satisfied desires from his encounter with his aunt began to stir again.
If he hadn’t exerted control, Mu Ling might have already felt something pressing against her.
Thinking of his aunt, Ye Fei glanced in Ye Ningsuan’s direction and saw that she was watching them. She quickly gave him a meaningful look.
Recalling what his aunt had said in the restroom, Ye Fei suddenly understood her intentions.
A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he turned and, with a flick of his finger, sent a thread of energy towards the back of a woman standing behind Mu Ling, hitting her at the back of the knee.
The woman let out a cry of surprise as she lost her balance and fell backward, crashing into Mu Ling and pushing her plump body forcefully into Ye Fei’s arms.
"Ah!"
Mu Ling let out a cry of surprise as she was pushed into Ye Fei’s arms.
The sudden impact of her ample chest against his made Ye Fei’s heart race with excitement.
He quickly feigned concern, wrapping his arms tightly around her voluptuous form and asking, "Auntie Mu, are you alright?" However, instead of holding her waist, his hand had wandered to her plump buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"Ah..." Mu Ling’s response was a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
The force of Ye Fei’s hand, even through her gown, sent a wave of tingling sensation throughout her body.
Her limbs felt weak, and her body, which had almost straightened in his embrace, sagged back against him. The sensitive area of her chest was pressed firmly against his solid chest, sending another surge of intense pleasure through her.
Already feeling a certain special connection with Ye Fei, these unexpected touches ignited a long-suppressed passion within Mu Ling.
She could feel a damp warmth growing between her legs and had an overwhelming urge to stay nestled in his embrace.
However, Mu Ling had seen her fair share of grand occasions and was not easily overwhelmed. Despite nearly succumbing to the intense pleasure, she managed to pull herself together, straightening up from Ye Fei’s embrace and saying, "I’m fine, thank you."
But as she struggled to stand upright, she realized another problem.
Ye Fei’s member, which had risen at some point, was now pressing firmly against her lower abdomen.
Her movement caused another round of friction between their bodies, and the intensely pleasurable sensation almost made her collapse again.