{Chapter: 211 Mom, why are you wearing my clothes?}
Mei Yuxian also stared at the sheet for a moment, then let out a quiet, nostalgic sigh. Her eyes shimmered slightly, not from sorrow, but from a profound sense of something fulfilled—something she had waited far too long for.
With a gentle smile, she said, "Fold it up and put it in the cabinet. I'll pack it up properly later... Thirty years of waiting, and in just one night—it all feels like a dream."
Her voice was soft, almost like she was speaking to herself. There was a weight behind those words, one that Lin Yuan could hear clearly. It wasn't just about the night they spent together—it was about all the lonely years before, the countless moments she had silently endured without ever expecting something like this to happen.
Lin Yuan nodded and wordlessly folded the sheet, handling it with care. It wasn't just linen anymore—it was a memento, a silent witness to a moment that had changed both of their lives.
After he was done, he turned to her, eyes glinting with playful mischief. "Come over here," he said with a smirk. "Take a few steps and see for yourself if everything was really just a dream."
Mei Yuxian narrowed her eyes at him, but humored the suggestion. She took a cautious step forward—then immediately winced.
Pain flared between her legs. A dull ache. A sharp reminder.
She stopped in place, gently gripping the nearby wall to steady herself. Her face flushed slightly, and she gave Lin Yuan a helpless glance.
"No way this was a dream," she said, her voice tinged with teasing blame. "Something so... big invaded my body last night. I'm sure of it."
Then, with a delicate pout and a playful tone, she added, "It's your fault for devouring me alive yesterday. Come on, help me walk. Don't just stand there!"
Lin Yuan chuckled as he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist to support her. Her body leaned against him softly, her fragrance lingering in the air.
He remembered every moment from last night—how wild it had gotten, how desperate she had been, and how she clung to him like she'd never wanted anything else in her life.
Truly, last night had been nothing short of madness.
With her weaker physique, Mei Yuxian had no way of enduring Lin Yuan's full power. His body, enhanced by a 200-point constitution, was far beyond that of a normal man. Yet she had matched his pace, again and again, pushed past her limits until she collapsed in his arms.
If it hadn't been for Gui Qingtong arriving unexpectedly this morning, Mei Yuxian would probably still be curled up in bed, sleeping through the soreness with a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.
Despite the discomfort between her thighs and the lingering sensitivity of her body, she had insisted on getting up—dressing, walking, facing the world again.
But she clearly couldn't do it alone.
Her steps were unsteady, her movements careful and hesitant. Every shift in weight reminded her of how thoroughly she'd been taken.
So Lin Yuan kept his arm firm around her waist, helping her make her way out of the bedroom.
Together, they slowly made their way downstairs.
Their destination was the left wing of the second floor, where Mei Yuxian and Gui Qingtong typically shared their breakfasts—a cozy corner of the house with a wide window and a long table always set for three.
The moment they stepped out of the high speed elevator, the sound of quiet footsteps and the clinking of tableware filled the hallway.
At the large dining table, a delicate silhouette was busy arranging plates and pouring drinks.
Gui Qingtong.
She turned her head upon hearing the elevator chime—and her eyes immediately lit up when she saw Lin Yuan. Her entire face brightened with warmth and affection, but that expression quickly shifted into confusion the moment she noticed the scene before her.
Lin Yuan was supporting Mei Yuxian—who looked exhausted, slightly flushed, and unusually frail.
Her mother almost never needed help walking.
"What's going on?" Gui Qingtong asked, her brows furrowing in concern as she walked quickly toward them. Her tone was laced with confusion, and her eyes darted back and forth between the two.
Before she could question further, Lin Yuan smiled calmly and replied, "S¡st£r Yuxian had a bit too much to drink last night. After that, she tripped and hurt her foot. She spent most of the night in pain and still feels a little unsteady today."
Gui Qingtong gasped softly, her face immediately showing concern. "Ah?! Are you okay, Mom?"
The moment Lin Yuan said "tripped," Mei Yuxian knew what kind of excuse he had come up with. A plausible lie to avoid suspicion.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and gave a subtle, knowing roll of her eyes. Of course he would cover it up like that.
"It's nothing serious," Mei Yuxian said, forcing a faint smile. "Just a little accident, that's all."
Gui Qingtong gently took her mother's arm, offering to support her the rest of the way. "Be careful. You should have stayed in bed. I could've brought breakfast upstairs."
Mei Yuxian nodded, leaning slightly into her daughter. "It's fine. I just didn't want to miss seeing you both together."
As they slowly approached the table, Gui Qingtong noticed something strange—something that made her pause.
Her mother's clothes… looked familiar.
Too familiar.
She blinked and narrowed her eyes.
Wait a second...
Wasn't that—?
Gui Qingtong's eyes trailed downward, and she stared in disbelief. Mei Yuxian was wearing a pink nightdress. A tight one. Her mother always wore flowy, conservative sleepwear—never anything this snug.
And the chest area… Was that a missing button?
No—two missing buttons?!
The dress clung tightly to her mother's curves, looking like it was about to burst at the seams with every movement. It looked oddly small for her frame.
Gui Qingtong's confusion grew.
No, it wasn't just similar…
It was exactly her nightdress.
A nightdress she had folded and stored in her own closet just a few days ago.
Three question marks seemed to pop up above her head.
Brows raised and voice puzzled, Gui Qingtong turned to her mother and asked, "Mom… why are you wearing my clothes?"
Her tone wasn't accusing—just thoroughly baffled.
She genuinely didn't understand how her tight-fitting nightwear had ended up on her mother's body.
Mei Yuxian, caught off guard, froze in place.
Even Lin Yuan felt his composure slip for a brief second.
How would Mei Yuxian respond?
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