Chapter 4 - The Young Woman's Baby Face with Big Breasts

Chapter 4: The Young Woman’s Baby Face with Big Breasts

Tonight promised to be a restless and eventful night.

Even with low emotional intelligence, returning empty-handed wasn’t an option.

Life requires a touch of ceremony. Money wasn’t an issue, especially with a seemingly endless supply thanks to the “golden finger.” Spending money only seemed to bring more benefits. Small but thoughtful surprises like this would surely lead to even greater surprises tonight.

Why choose a Western restaurant?

Because a candlelit dinner fits best with the ambiance of Western cuisine.

A Chinese-style candlelit dinner feels overly formal. In the cultural context of Xia Country, the  only true candlelit dinner might be the meal on one’s wedding night—unique and unparalleled, embodying traditional Chinese romance.

Although the thought of recreating such a scene was tempting, it wasn’t the right time. First, time was too short. Second, the relationship hadn’t reached that stage. Attempting it now might backfire.

After much comparison, Cao Shaoyang settled on a restaurant with modest ratings but the highest number of positive reviews. He called to book a candlelit dinner package based on his estimated return time.

The price: 9,999 yuan.

No deposit required. All the tableware was brand new.

He also spent a five-figure sum on a so-called French Bordeaux estate wine. Whether it was genuine or not, he wasn’t sure. But as long as it wasn’t an 1982 Lafite, it was unlikely to be counterfeit at this price point.

Not that it mattered—he couldn’t tell good wine from bad anyway. To him, all red wines tasted more or less the same. The same went for white liquor; he couldn’t distinguish quality.

But none of that mattered. What he cared about was the atmosphere.

When asked if he needed a waiter present, Cao Shaoyang declined. A third wheel would only be inconvenient.

Ending the call, he noticed the driver glancing at him repeatedly through the rearview mirror. Sensing the imminent flood of questions, Cao Shaoyang kept his mouth shut, pretending not to notice.

He suspected even a brief exchange of eye contact would prompt the driver to start talking. Fortunately, they were nearing Wanda Plaza.

Choosing a less crowded spot, he got out of the car decisively.

Sure enough, before he had walked far, the driver’s voice rang out from the car behind him:

“Comrades! Guess what I just experienced?”

“I had a young high schooler in my car who booked a candlelit dinner worth nearly 10,000 yuan, plus a bottle of wine costing tens of thousands!”

“Kids these days, unbelievable! Spending tens of thousands without a second thought—what kind of family is this kid from?”

Cao Shaoyang chuckled and shook his head. As expected, the driver couldn’t hold back his curiosity, gossiping before he’d even walked a few steps.

Wanda Plaza hadn’t changed much compared to his previous life—a large, comprehensive mall filled with high-end brands.

Reaching the jewelry floor, he began browsing store by store, deliberately avoiding the most famous brands.

Choosing a gift is an art—what to give depends on the relationship. For tonight’s gift to his stepmother, it shouldn’t be too extravagant. A thoughtful gesture suited their relationship better; an overly expensive gift might create distance.

Expensive gifts were more appropriate for women who actively sought wealth.

Tonight’s gift needed to feel just right.

Perhaps because of his student uniform or his habit of browsing without buying, the shop assistants’ introductions were rather perfunctory. Not that he cared—he was equally half-hearted in his interest.

After visiting several stores, he finally stopped in front of one he hadn’t even noticed the name of, nor recognized its logo. The reason? He’d spotted a gift that caught his eye.

However, something was blocking his view, making it hard to see clearly.

What caught his attention was a pendant: two intertwined hearts with a small, bright green jade stone suspended at their intersection.

Unfortunately, directly in front of it was a massive “obstacle”—a pair of prominent curves. It felt inappropriate to lean in for a closer look.

He looked up to ask the clerk to bring the pendant closer.

And then he froze.

What a sight! Large, white, and deeply accentuated. The cleavage, propped up perfectly by her bra, created an irresistible allure, making him almost want to dive into that mesmerizing valley.

Elasticity was out of the question, but soft? That was for sure. The only question was, how soft?

Maybe his gaze was too intense. The ample chest before him shifted back a few steps, and then a sweet voice rang out.

“Excuse me, classmate?”

Huh~?

It was only at that moment that Cao Shaoyang snapped out of it. He composed himself, pretending to be calm, and looked up. That’s when he clearly saw the person in front of him.

She had neat, shoulder-length short hair, delicate arched eyebrows, eyes not overly narrow, and a nose that wasn’t particularly high or sharp but still charming. Her lips, slightly upturned from what must have been a professional habit, were painted with a subtle red lipstick—just the right shade for her.

But none of that was the main point.

The focus was her doll-like features and her aura of vulnerability that made her seem easy to bully—a classic “baby-faced voluptuous beauty.”

Typically, when people think of a baby-faced beauty with a full figure, they imagine a petite, cute, and playful young girl. However, the woman in front of him was the grown-up, mature version of this archetype. She looked over thirty, stood about 170 cm tall, and had a strikingly curvaceous figure. She exuded a vibe that should have been that of a confident, queen-like woman, yet she had a face that seemed naïve and soft.

This contrast was incredible!

The striking disparity was captivating.

Faced with such a starkly contrasting, voluptuous yet innocent-looking woman, Cao Shaoyang admitted to himself that his DNA stirred, triggering primal instincts.

However, he concealed it well. Apart from his initial unblinking stare, his demeanor quickly transformed into that of a pure and innocent boy with clear, unassuming eyes.

He shifted his gaze and politely said, “Hello, miss. Could you help me take a look at this pendant?”

An Yu Wei discreetly observed the student in front of her.

Although he masked it well, she had noticed his initial intense gaze on her ample chest.

Whatever her thoughts, An Yu Wei didn’t let it show. Her hands moved swiftly as she opened the display case, reaching inside to retrieve the pendant Cao Shaoyang had asked about.

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From Cao Shaoyang’s perspective, her black professional dimensional breasts were spread out on top of the transparent glass counter As she leaned forward, the more she bent, the more her figure was emphasized, creating a deep, new cleavage line that was prominently displayed.

He instinctively touched his nose, hoping that his youthful, hormonal body—18 years of abstinence—wouldn’t embarrass him by overreacting and having a nosebleed right there!

Fortunately, his worst fears didn’t materialize. His dignity remained intact.