My father, Michael Lin, is a senior R&D expert at a top tier biotech company.
After successfully completing a major research project at his company, he originally planned to return to his hometown, Westbridge, and join a local biotech research institute.
By that time, my mother, Victoria Yu, and he already had my younger brother and me.
Considering we would receive a better education in a more developed city, my mother hoped we could settle in the bustling metropolis of Riverford.
Father agreed with her idea.
Soon after, thanks to his outstanding reputation and deep expertise in the field, he received an invitation from a cutting-edge biotech enterprise in Riverford to lead its core R&D team.
After joining the company, Father led his team to a series of major breakthroughs in pharmaceutical research, successfully developing several innovative drugs targeting difficult to treat diseases.
These achievements were published in internationally renowned academic journals, bringing enormous profits to the company and earning him widespread acclaim and substantial rewards.
He quickly established a solid foothold in Riverford.
Later, Father purchased a large house in Riverford Community, near Riverford University, and our family of four began living a stable and affluent life.
After years of hard work, Michael had undoubtedly achieved remarkable success.
Had life continued smoothly, perhaps our family would have remained happy and harmonious forever.
However, Father was a man who never stopped chasing dreams.
In 2012, after properly arranging things for Mother, my brother, and me, he decisively shifted his work focus back to his hometown, Westbridge.
He had two main reasons for doing so.
First, he wanted to spend more time with his aging parents and fulfill his duties as a son.
Second, he invested in and founded his own biotech company in Westbridge, serving as both CEO and chief R&D scientist.
Through this company, he aimed not only to promote the application of the latest biotech innovations and support the development of healthcare in his hometown, but also to build a stronger material foundation for our family.
As a result, Father had to travel frequently between Westbridge and Riverford, leaving the responsibility of caring for my brother and me almost entirely on my mother, Victoria.
And this move back to Westbridge would ultimately bring an unexpected crisis to our family.
Father had an older sister named Linda.
After failing the college entrance exam years ago, she dropped out of school and married early.
Her son, Kevin Huang, was already in his first year of high school.
My aunt Linda, seeing her younger brother’s impressive achievements in Riverford, was filled with envy and began scheming to get him to help her son.
She called Michael and said, “Kevin’s grades aren’t good.
He’ll take the college entrance exam in two years and probably won’t get into a decent university.
Can you think of a way to let him study in Riverford?” In reality, Kevin wasn’t just academically weak; he was a problem student at school.
Even at his young age, he was skilled at flirting and even acted as a relationship advisor to others.
Father agreed without hesitation.
He felt grateful for his sister’s years of devoted care for their parents back in their hometown, which had allowed him to focus on his career elsewhere.
Though he knew Kevin lacked motivation and performed poorly in school, he still decided to do his best to help.
At the end of 2012, Kevin’s final exam results came out, predictably disastrous.
A few months later, during one of his trips back to Riverford, Father brought Kevin along, planning for him to live with us.
That evening, Father walked through the door with a slightly awkward teenage boy.
The boy was dressed neatly, but his hair looked greasy and his build somewhat plump, making him stand out against our clean and orderly home.
I immediately recognized him as my never before met cousin, Kevin.
His face wore a forced, flattering smile, while his eyes darted around, scanning every corner of our house as if assessing everything in sight.
“Victoria, this is my sister’s son, Kevin,” Father said, his voice carrying a hint of awkward pleading.
He seemed aware that Kevin’s arrival might bring some inconvenience to the household.
“Kevin, this is your aunt.” My mother, Victoria, was sitting on the living room sofa reading a book.
At 36 years old, and with Father recently spending more time at home, she had been dressing up more elaborately than usual, her beautiful legs rarely without stockings.
Though she knew Father planned to bring my cousin home, she hadn’t expected it to happen so suddenly.
That day, she wore delicate makeup, her flawless face lightly powdered, making her skin appear even more refined and fair.
Her eyebrows were drawn into elegant, distant mountain like curves, long and graceful, framing a pair of alluring, watery eyes.
The corners of her eyes tilted slightly upward, radiating a captivating charm with every glance.
Her eyelids were dusted with a soft peach colored shadow, as tender and vibrant as peach blossoms on a March branch, seductive and enchanting.
Her nose was high and delicate, the tip glistening faintly with an inviting sheen.
Most striking of all were her full, sensual red lips, painted with a deep crimson lipstick that made them shine brilliantly.
Unusually, she wore a black lace camisole dress.
The sheer lace fabric gently clung to every inch of her flawless skin.
The dress was extremely short, barely covering her full hips.
As Mother moved gracefully, the hem would occasionally slide upward, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of soft flesh at the top of her thighs.
The neckline was especially bold and daring, a deep V cut plunging downward, fully exposing her ample, voluptuous breasts to the air.
The two firm, heavy mounds were tightly encased by lace edges, squeezed into a deep, alluring cleavage that silently invited exploration.
With each breath, the full flesh quivered slightly, stirring endless fantasies.
She casually draped a black sheer shawl over her shoulders.
The lightweight fabric faintly veiled her smooth back and arms, adding a layer of mystery.
Tiny sequins adorned the edges of the shawl, shimmering under the light like stars in the night sky, drawing the eye.
Her hair was loosely tied up, revealing her long neck and delicate earlobes, which were adorned with sparkling diamond studs that glimmered under the lights.
Beneath the dress were her legs, encased in black stockings.
The material was incredibly fine and smooth, like high quality silk, reflecting a soft, subtle sheen under the light.
The tight stockings perfectly outlined every curve of her legs.
A thin layer of nylon tightly hugged every inch of tender flesh, compressing the soft, plump skin until it seemed ready to spill over.