Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 722: Chapter 715:

After returning from work in the evening, Tian Xinhua first took Sisi to the bedroom for a satisfying meal. Only when the room was filled with the rich scent of osmanthus did he release the tender and exhausted Sisi.

In a particularly good mood, having taken advantage, Tian Xinhua was very accommodating. He helped his wife get dressed properly and then went to the kitchen to finish the remaining dishes, bringing them to the bedside for a meal – almost feeding Sisi himself.

After dinner, someone started to become wildly passionate again. Sisi playfully swatted away the claws of the beast and took out a portrait, needing to clarify the matter first, or else with this guy’s energy, she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed until tomorrow afternoon.

"Have you seen this portrait?" Sisi asked.

Tian Xinhua took the portrait, glanced at it, and nodded, "Isn’t this the woman who instigated the thugs? What about it?"

Tian Xinhua knew Sisi wouldn’t ask this for no reason; she must have discovered something.

Sisi said, "Do you remember Mrs. Wang from the confession Xu Qianwen made during the New Year? Isn’t she also someone with wavy hair, big sunglasses, and an air of flirtatiousness? Could these two be the same person?"

Tian Xinhua pondered over the portrait for a long time, took out his phone, and called He Chengsi, explaining Sisi’s speculation and also mentioning his lost phone.

He Chengsi, who was already struggling to investigate Mrs. Wang with no leads, got excited upon receiving this new clue from Tian Xinhua, saying he would look into it thoroughly.

"Brother Xinhua, what do you think this woman’s background is? I feel like she’s targeting me specifically and doesn’t seem to be from the Jin family," Sisi frowned.

Tian Xinhua reached out to smooth her brow, soothing, "It doesn’t matter who she is; we’ll deal with her together. Besides, there’s Chengsi. Ah Nan, you’re not alone, don’t be afraid!"

"I’m not afraid! Not when I have you, hubby!"

Sisi raised her eyebrows with a coquettish look at Tian Xinhua, sparking another fiery wave of desire in his heart, and he pounced on Sisi with vigor.

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The next day, Sisi went to the city of G to find Mo Liu. Ever since the incident last year, Mo Liu seemed to have been stimulated and actually asked Qiao Xingbang to teach him martial arts.

His goal was: not to protect himself, but to escape! Not for beauty, but to become ugly!

Qiao Xingbang took good care of this younger brother-in-law by hiring a retired soldier from the security company with excellent skills to follow Mo Liu as both a mentor and a bodyguard, to prevent future robberies by female bandits.

When Sisi arrived at the Mo Residence, Mo Liu was sweating profusely in the backyard, sparring with his mentor, but it was more like being pummeled by his mentor.

The poor guy was repeatedly thrown to the ground with thuds; Sisi felt pained just hearing it!

"Ah Liu, want to take a break?" Even the mentor couldn’t bear to continue, cautiously suggesting.

"Let’s go again, I can handle it!" Mo Liu, however, was ungrateful, gritting his teeth.

The mentor found it difficult too, feeling troubled by beating up such a handsome lad like a sandbag, it was quite a test of his conscience!

Seeing the state his apprentice was in, he felt his conscience was beyond redemption!

What a headache!

Sisi came to rescue the troubled mentor, and when Mo Liu saw Sisi, he happily climbed up.

"Sisi, do you see any changes in me?" Mo Liu looked at her expectantly, full of cuteness.

Sisi took a closer look; his face was still that of a handsome person but with more dirt and a few bruises, yet his beauty wasn’t diminished. Instead, there was an added sense of allure, appealing to those with certain preferences.

Sighing, she noted that even a beauty covered in mud remains a beauty!

Seeing Mo Liu’s sparkling black eyes, Sisi couldn’t bear to put him down and reluctantly said, "A bit tanned, skin is a bit rough, not as good-looking as before."

The mentor, holding his forehead: Mr. He, lying like this against your conscience will get you struck by lightning!

Mo Liu was extremely happy, feeling uglier! His hard work over the months hadn’t been in vain!

"Ah Liu, how’s your training going?" Sisi asked.

Mo Liu’s face fell instantly, dejectedly saying, "I still can’t handle three moves against my mentor. Sisi, am I too useless, training for so long with no progress!"

The handsome guy’s frowning in sadness, Sisi felt heartbroken and hurried to comfort him, "Why compare yourself to your mentor? He’s a former special forces soldier; he’s very skilled! I think you’re doing great now, muscle’s even showing up, and your mentor said that at your current level, handling two or three ordinary guys isn’t a problem. Plus, with the spray I gave you, you definitely won’t be bullied!"

Mo Liu trusted Sisi immensely. Hearing her say this, his confidence, which had been shattered to pieces, gathered together again.

Sisi didn’t stay for lunch at the Mo Residence, not because the Mo Family was unpleasant, but too pleasant; their enthusiasm was overwhelming. Everyone kept piling food on her plate, and by the end of the meal, she was full just from looking at it.

Mo Liu understood Sisi’s concern, changed clothes, and took her out to eat. He chose a quaint restaurant, a bit far from the city center, but judging by the cars parked in front, the business was clearly excellent.

According to Mo Liu, the chef here had an ancestor who was an imperial chef, and this was already the eighth generation. The place was very famous in G province, attracting many visitors from outside to come savor its delicacies.

It seems the chef of this establishment, much like the Niu family, had a legacy skill passed down through generations. Such artisans don’t generally have a hard time unless their descendants are incompetent.

The first floor of the restaurant was a main hall fully occupied, while the second and third floors were all private rooms. Mo Liu appeared to be a regular here; as soon as he entered, the lobby manager personally led him to the third floor.

"Professor Mo, your usual private room is always reserved for you, please come in!" The lobby manager, a man in his thirties, was very attentive.

Mo Liu’s exclusive private room wasn’t large but was elegantly furnished. Most importantly, a huge lake was behind the restaurant. The colorful lake view, enjoyed from a window while drinking, was one of life’s great pleasures!

"Professor Mo, the usual?" the manager asked brightly.

"No, except for dishes made with snakes and mice, bring out five or six of your signature dishes, and some rice at the same time," Mo Liu instructed.

"Would you like some wine? We have a new He Family Peach Blossom Wine, and it’s particularly good!" the manager suggested.

Sisi raised an eyebrow, surprised the peach blossom wine was already on the market. Mo Liu looked at Sisi with a smile and shook his head, refusing, "No, I have to drive later!"

The manager gently closed the room’s door to prepare the dishes for them.

Ten minutes later, the door of the private room was pushed open with, yes, a butt. And it was a particularly perky, jade-like buttocks.

The owner of the jade-like buttocks was a vibrant and voluptuous young girl, carrying a tray with dish plates and naturally had to use her butt to open the door.

"Mo Liu, why didn’t you call me when you came to my house to eat?" Her voice was pleasant, crisp like broken ice!