Chapter 247: Chapter 148: Want It? Right Here

Song Meiqin, however, was a different story. She was one of Taiping City’s most famous beauties.

Especially after the recent newspaper feature, just about everyone in Taiping City could now recognize her on sight.

After they finished touring the Spirit Stone Mine, Song Meiqin pulled Lu Yuan along to see the factory.

Lu Yuan watched as the workers in each workshop expertly produced all sorts of items on the assembly lines.

Lu Yuan was overjoyed. ’This is the factory I poured my own money into. As long as the workers are happy to do their jobs, it won’t lose money.’

’The things I’ve invented are still products far ahead of their time.’

These items were highly sought after and had even become standard wedding gifts in some regions—part of the "three major items" or "two major items" a newlywed couple had to have.

’I never thought the things I created would become so tied to weddings.’

Song Meiqin gave Lu Yuan a brief report. "Right now, the factory’s main product is bicycles. Sales are massive. Even with everyone working overtime every day, we still can’t keep up with demand..."

Song Meiqin truly had the makings of an entrepreneur. Under her management, the factory of several thousand workers was running in perfect order.

Lu Yuan and Aunt Song strolled around the factory, making sure to check every corner. Fire safety, in particular, was a top priority.

As Lu Yuan walked through the factory with his arm around Aunt Song, the workers who saw them immediately began to whisper amongst themselves.

’Their Director Song is a goddess to them! How could she let some other man get his hands on her?’

Seeing this scholar-like man with his arm around Director Song filled the onlookers with envy.

Some of the male workers who witnessed the scene even felt a helpless sort of fury.

Aunt Song possessed the maturity of a young married woman, the delicate beauty of a maiden, and the refined air of a high-society lady.

Song Meiqin was the woman of their dreams for the vast majority of the men at the factory.

Seeing a stranger, a man who looked like a scholar, holding Aunt Song so closely, these men felt nothing but resentment and heartache.

If these factory workers knew that the man before their eyes had single-handedly built this factory and was the one who paid their monthly wages, saving them from financial hardship, they would certainly not be showing the slightest hint of displeasure.

With his arm around Aunt Song, Lu Yuan could feel the stares of the men around them. ’I’m really the center of attention, huh?’

Lu Yuan said to Aunt Song, "It doesn’t seem like everyone is very happy to see me, does it?"

Aunt Song replied, "What makes you say that? They probably just don’t recognize you. Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s go sit in my office."

Lu Yuan and Aunt Song chatted as they made their way to her office.

The moment they entered, Aunt Song bustled about, brewing a pot of premium green tea for Lu Yuan.

Green tea in the summer, black tea in the winter.

Now that he was in her office, of course Director Song would treat Lu Yuan with the best hospitality.

The moment Lu Yuan stepped inside, he saw at a glance that everything in the office was arranged with perfect neatness.

Colorful little lights hung on the wall—Spirit Stone Lamps used to adorn the office.

If you drew the curtains and turned on those little lights, the atmosphere would be perfect!

A faint scent of perfume lingered in the air, the same one Aunt Song wore.

Aunt Song had purchased it from a time-honored cosmetics shop on the east side of Taiping City. The owner had personally blended the fragrance just for her; it was one of a kind.

Aunt Song gently pushed Lu Yuan down into the leather office chair. "Have some tea," she said. "Wait for me a moment, I’m just going into the adjoining room to touch up my makeup."

Lu Yuan nodded, and Aunt Song disappeared into a partitioned-off room inside the office, one she had specifically requested.

It was mainly a place for her to rest. Whenever she was tired from her work at the factory, she could take a nap in there.

Once the door was locked from the inside, no one could get in.

Lu Yuan looked at the stacks of paper on the desk. ’Aunt Song really is my perfect partner.’

’No wonder she manages the factory so well.’

Lu Yuan stroked the leather chair. He had made it himself.

’Back when the factory first opened, I thought this director’s office was too bare. How could it reflect the factory’s prestige without some decent furniture?’

So, Lu Yuan had personally crafted a matching chair and desk set for Aunt Song. The chair was handmade from genuine leather—the only one of its kind.

Aunt Song had been ecstatic when she received it, planting several big kisses on Lu Yuan’s face.

Even the wealthiest families couldn’t buy a chair this soft, no matter how much they offered.

Before long, Aunt Song emerged from the adjoining room.

Lu Yuan watched her emerge and noticed she had changed her clothes. He was just about to open his mouth and praise her.

’Why the praise? Simple. A woman who’s just put on makeup needs to be complimented. You should always praise women. When a woman is happy from the praise, her man gets to be happy too.’ 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

’After all, doesn’t a woman put on makeup for her man to see? A man has to provide that emotional validation!’

Aunt Song did a little spin in front of Lu Yuan. "Do I look good?" she asked.

Lu Yuan swallowed. "Absolutely gorgeous! Our Aunt Song is as beautiful as Chang’e herself."

Being with Lu Yuan had even started to modernize Aunt Song’s way of thinking.

Aunt Song was wearing a short skirt—not too long, not too short, ending just above her knees.

She had tailored the skirt herself, choosing a fine, pale lavender-pink satin for the fabric.

"I knew you’d like it," Aunt Song said, lifting the hem of her skirt on both sides and striking a graceful pose.

"I just finished making it recently," she said happily. "I worked on it here in the office whenever I had a spare moment, thinking I could give you a surprise when you returned."

Lu Yuan couldn’t help but marvel at her skill. The pale lavender-pink skirt, paired with her light makeup—a touch of crimson on her full lips and a dusting of powder on her already fair cheeks—was breathtaking.

’Aunt Song is a true natural beauty,’ he thought. ’And after blossoming, she’s only grown more womanly. A woman tended to by her man only grows more beautiful!’

Speaking of Aunt Song’s beauty, Lu Yuan couldn’t help but compare her to his wife and his other "aunt."

’Compared to Aunt Song, my wife has an otherworldly, exotic charm.’

’It became even more apparent after her atavistic transformation. The pointed, perky ears, those coolly beautiful eyes... she has the air of a dominant, older woman.’

’I especially love it when her white tail quivers.’

’When I hold her tail, I can feel it trembling faintly, and my own heart trembles right along with it.’

’And Aunt Zhao... how should I put it?’

’She was a bold new experience for me. The thrill of a smaller man being dominated by a larger woman.’

’The excitement of a frail scholar being smothered in the bosom of a powerfully-built woman.’

’Aunt Song, on the other hand, has the classic beauty of a young lady from a wealthy family.’

’They each have their own unique charms, and I adore them all for different reasons. All three are the women I love to pamper most.’

Lu Yuan lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and realized she wasn’t wearing any trousers underneath. Things like flesh-toned leggings didn’t exist in this era.

He could see her calves, perfectly shaped, with just the right amount of soft, supple flesh.

’Then again, it’s already summer. Why would she wear trousers under a skirt?’

Aunt Song feigned shyness, taking a step back and lowering her head. "Why are you lifting my skirt..." she pouted.

Lu Yuan didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the hem of her skirt, momentarily lost in the sight.

’Her fair calves are so beautiful and perfectly shaped!’

Seeing that Lu Yuan was still staring down without a word, Aunt Song also glanced down at herself.

"Nephew," Aunt Song said shyly, "do you desire your auntie?"

"I do desire you, Auntie. How could I not?"

"Then... do you want to? Right here?" Aunt Song whispered.

Those few short words were all it took to set Lu Yuan ablaze. He shot to his feet, swept Aunt Song into his arms, and brought her close.

With a sweep of his hand, he cleared the papers off the desk, making a large open space...