By the time they reached Shi Xia’s villa, it was already 8 p.m.
The security guards of the upscale residential complex were diligent. Upon recognizing Miss Ye Shixia’s car, one even gave a slight bow to the retreating Bentley.
They might not have had the means to contribute greatly to society, but that didn’t diminish their deep respect for those tirelessly devoted to charity. Combined with Shi Xia’s striking presence, she truly embodied the “Saint of Charity.”
The foundation remained profitable, yet no one begrudged Ye Shixia her mansion and luxury cars—it was her well-earned reward after saving countless children over five years. Her work spanned not only Anyang City, but other regions of Hua Country and even overseas.
Parking in their private underground spot, Shi Xia stepped out in black high heels as the motion-sensor lights flickered on.
Honestly, Ye Chang’an now looked like a quiet follower trailing behind a goddess. Her aura… in every way, five years had transformed Shi Xia immensely. Her figure too—undeniably that of a mature beauty. A nineteen-year-old mature beauty.
“What are you staring at, Dad~?” Shi Xia said with playful pride, taking a deep breath that accentuated her sinuous, curvaceous silhouette—like a boneless serpent, a flower of the abyss: lethally alluring yet intoxicating.
Ye Chang’an coughed lightly and averted his gaze.
*Oops. He’d been caught stealing glances…*
Shi Xia’s figure called to mind a certain famously busty anime teacher—whose generous curves were a weekly fan highlight—and hers wasn’t just one feature; her entire physique was flawlessly proportioned.
*What on earth had she been eating these past five years?*
Missing her growth journey was genuinely regrettable.
In heels, Shi Xia stood an imposing 175 cm. For context, seventeen-year-old Ye Chang’an was the same height. Barefoot, she was likely around 169 cm—Ye Chang’an guessed—accounting for her statuesque frame.
*Should he offer a shoulder rub or foot massage later? High heels must be tiring…*
*Not that he was thinking anything… weird!*
*Did anyone think he’d use massages to openly admire her “Monday-worthy curves” from behind?!*
*Or ogle her smooth, delicate bare feet…?!*
*No way…*
“Dad, your face is so red—are you drunk?”
“I-It’s your fault for suddenly leaning in so close!” Ye Chang’an quickly looked away, flustered.
*Why did she have to get this close while he was spacing out? His lowered head nearly buried itself in…*
Needless to say, with Chang’an looking down and Shi Xia deliberately leaning in—chest lifted, chin high—the resulting intimacy was painfully obvious.
“Hehe~” Shi Xia giggled, her steps light and buoyant.
Thankfully, the underground lot was quiet and empty. Had anyone seen her like this, they’d be stunned.
*Was this really the same Shi Xia—the “Saint of Charity” who stood firm against capital and malicious rumors, fiercely guarding the foundation’s integrity and vulnerable children?*
Now she seemed like a sixteen-year-old shoujo manga heroine, radiating sweet, pink-hued romance.
Shi Xia led; Chang’an followed half a shoulder behind, curiously eyeing the surrounding “big toys.” To him, luxury cars were just slightly larger toys. Five years had changed much—but not, apparently, the scantily clad, curvaceous models at car shows.
Ye Chang’an had never attended a car show. Only comic conventions.
No one noticed the pair of eyes hidden behind a fogged car window, narrowed into a chilling, knife-behind-a-smile curve.
“Whoa… huge scoop! Ye Shixia of the Chang’an Foundation returning home late with a young man? That alone would blow up headlines. Too bad I couldn’t capture more…”
Maybe it was his imagination, but Ye Chang’an thought the lights behind him flickered. Shi Xia walked briskly ahead, so he hurried to catch up.
