Qin Chuan wasn't aware of his stepmother's thoughts at this moment.

He just felt a bit embarrassed being stared at by her like that.

His face turned red, and his thoughts became a bit unsettled.

"Xiao Chuan, why won't you look at me?" the stepmother suddenly spoke.

"Huh?"

Qin Chuan was startled and instinctively looked up.

For a moment, their eyes met.

The stepmother's brows furrowed slightly, her clear eyes seemed to carry a hint of glistening moisture.

A layer of dense sweat covered the fragrant neck beneath her oval face.

She looked like a lotus flower just scooped from the water, dazzlingly beautiful yet full of a mature woman's charm.

Qin Chuan was momentarily dazed, and the fire within him was kindled.

"Do you think Aunt Mei is really pretty?" the stepmother abruptly asked.

Qin Chuan nodded instinctively.

Her beauty was different from Ye Wenxi and the others' youthful allure.

The stepmother's beauty derived from the charm of a mature woman, from her understanding of life, and from the depth that only time could bring.

Women of this age possess a unique allure.

They understand life, and they understand men.

Considerate, gentle, intellectual — these are the labels unique to women of this age.

Without the passing of time, it's hard to have such a presence.

Moreover, the stepmother's looks could indeed be described as stunningly beautiful.

Time hadn't left many marks on her face; instead, it had deepened her enchanting presence, making people linger in admiration.

"So, compared to those new classmates you've met, do you still think Aunt Mei is prettier?" the stepmother continued.

Qin Chuan nodded again.

Whether it was Su Qian, Jian Ya, Gu Yu, or even Wen Yaxin that he had just dined with.

In Qin Chuan's view, they were all different kinds of girls.

Each had their own character, their own distinct traits.

Even compared to these young girls in their early twenties, the stepmother held her own.

"You little rascal, after a few days of school, you've learned to lie?" the stepmother teased him with a scornful glance.

"Aunt Mei, I'm not lying."

Qin Chuan shook his head vigorously, firmly saying, "In my eyes, Aunt Mei is not inferior to those young girls; you have a unique charm they lack."

Upon hearing this, the stepmother let out a soft laugh.

This laugh was like a lotus flower blooming suddenly in the water, enchanting and full of life, making the entire room feel romantic.

"Alright, go take a shower, Aunt Mei is going to rest a bit." The stepmother reached out, gently stroked Qin Chuan's head with love overflowing in her eyes.

At this moment, she wasn't as reserved as she was initially.

Even if she had nothing on, revealing her figure in front of Qin Chuan, she was gradually starting to let go.

With a red face, Qin Chuan nodded, ready to leave.

But, just as he was about to leave, the stepmother suddenly said, "Xiao Chuan, wait a moment."

"Wh…why…"

Qin Chuan instinctively turned around, only to find the stepmother stuffing something into his hand.

"Go on, it's your reward," the stepmother smiled gently.

"Huh?"

Qin Chuan instinctively glanced at the item in his palm, then flushed red and dashed out of the stepmother's room without looking back.

"Little rascal, after a few days of school, your mouth's become sweeter, you know how to flatter people."

The stepmother watched Qin Chuan's departing figure, smiling like a blooming flower.

But soon, when she thought about her earlier actions, a charming blush spread across her cheeks.

This beautiful lotus flower seemed to have really reached the point where it wanted to bloom.

On the other side, after leaving the stepmother's room, Qin Chuan hurried to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, trying to bring down the temperature on his face a bit.

Then, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the black G-string underwear he had just placed on the sink.

This was what the stepmother had just given him.

Moreover, before this, the stepmother hadn't opened the wardrobe.

That meant this pair of underwear was something the stepmother changed into after her bath, something she had just worn.

In the words of some online perverts, this underwear was original.

Qin Chuan felt a bit out of control, especially because of the stepmother's last words.

Reward.

This was the stepmother's reward for him.

Qin Chuan felt like he was about to go crazy, like those perverts who sneak and steal others' underwear.

He thought he needed to find an appropriate time to explain this to his stepmother.

After all, he wasn't using the stepmother's underwear for anything indecent.

The last pair the stepmother gave him is still hidden in the deepest part of his closet, not daring to take it out at all.

Phew!

Qin Chuan took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

The next morning, he went to school as usual.

His life had a regular rhythm; aside from classes, he spent his time practicing and boxing, occasionally delving into some medical skills.

Though life was dull, it carried a stable happiness.

However, he was a bit troubled because his practice of Baji Fist, after reaching a certain level, seemed to hit a bottleneck for the next stage.

According to Old Gu's description, the next stage should be mastery.

Qin Chuan took the time to ask Old Gu for guidance.

Unfortunately, at this stage, Old Gu couldn't offer much help.

Although Old Gu had profound martial arts skills, Qin Chuan's situation was unique.

Old Gu could only offer some experience, letting Qin Chuan ponder on his own, not daring to intervene arbitrarily, fearing it might affect Qin Chuan's future path.

And so, time flashed by, and Friday came.

While Qin Chuan was engrossed in his class, a commotion outside interrupted him.

Even the teacher could not resist peeking out of the window.

"Look! Someone's on the rooftop!"

"Oh my God! Is someone about to jump?"

"So annoying! If you're gonna jump, just do it already. Walking up there like it's a fashion show?"

A large group of students gathered below, with more arriving from all directions to join the spectacle.

Among them, a few who enjoyed stirring things up were trying to provoke the situation from below.

If that person really jumped, they would bear some responsibility.

Initially, Qin Chuan didn't pay much attention until he heard someone in the crowd shout, "That's Jian Ya, the clinical medicine advisor..."

Without waiting for the sentence to finish, Qin Chuan dashed out.

He didn't head downstairs to confirm who was on the rooftop; he went straight to the rooftop.

Upon reaching the rooftop, he indeed saw Jian Ya.

At this moment, Jian Ya was standing outside the railing on the rooftop, one step forward, and she'd be gone.

But there was no trace of fear on her face, no sign of loneliness.

Instead, she had her head held high, humming a tune, letting the breeze caress her hair, as if savoring the last dance of her life.

"Teacher!"

Qin Chuan's voice interrupted Jian Ya's thoughts.

She silently turned her head, glanced at him, and then squeezed out a smile, "Buddy, you're here?"

"Everything's resolved. You promised me not to have such thoughts. What are you doing now?" Qin Chuan was a bit anxious, wanting to go over and pull her back.

"Don't come over."

Jian Ya interrupted, her face still wearing a hint of a smile.

But unlike before, this smile carried tears.

Two streams of tears fell from her cheeks, as if indicating she was about to be freed.

Only this liberation came at the cost of death!

"It won't end. This issue will never be resolved."

Jian Ya laughed while crying, "They want to ruin me. They want to keep sucking my blood, Qin Chuan, I'm really tired. Why do people have to live?"

Qin Chuan frowned, immediately capturing the key issue.

Jian Gui had already been sent in, and those she referred to could only be her brother and mother.

Obviously, they had approached her and applied pressure.

This was likely the reason for Jian Ya's breakdown.

A gambling father, a sick mother, an unlearned brother, and a shattered self.

Qin Chuan had never encountered such a situation and didn't know how to solve it, but the urgent task was to stop Jian Ya from having such thoughts.

"Teacher, believe in me, I can help you, whatever the problems are, we'll solve them together," Qin Chuan tried to persuade.

"No one can help me," Jian Ya shook her head, bitterness in her voice.

Qin Chuan furrowed his brows, then bit his teeth and confessed, "I personally sent your dad in!"

"Wh…what?"

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