My Wandering Swordsman

My aunt and I walked into the residential area step by step, passing through the neatly trimmed sycamore trees, and arrived at the foot of a building.

After swiping her card to enter the building, my aunt pressed the elevator button.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and I followed her in. My gaze fell on the panel next to me, which displayed small numbers, and I felt a moment of disorientation.

elevator.

A building with an elevator, built in 1999.

This was completely unimaginable for someone like me who grew up in the countryside. Not to mention, even my friends who came back from working in the city had never mentioned such a thing.

I secretly swallowed, watching my aunt press the button for the 12th floor. The iron doors closed, the elevator slowly rose, and the feeling of weightlessness made my heart leap into my throat.

"bite."

The elevator doors opened.

My aunt walked ahead, stopped in front of a security door, took out a key from her bag, and gently turned the lock.

"Come in," she said.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The entryway light is voice-activated; as soon as footsteps are heard, the light immediately turns on, illuminating an impossibly clean living room.

A cream-colored sofa, a glass coffee table, and a huge color TV of unknown size sitting on the TV stand. At first glance, it exudes an aura of wealth.

My aunt changed into slippers at the door and took another pair from the shoe cabinet, placing them beside my feet.

I bent down to change my shoes, and my pupils contracted as my gaze swept over the shoe cabinet.

She brought me a pair of men's slippers, dark gray, and a size too big. Not only that, there were also several pairs of men's shoes neatly stacked in the shoe cabinet—leather shoes and sneakers—clearly high-end items.

My aunt...does she have a man in her family?

This thought was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, completely extinguishing the chaotic fantasies in my mind.

I didn't ask any more questions, nor did I dare to. I lowered my head, changed into my slippers, and followed my aunt into the living room.

My aunt took a glass from under the coffee table, poured me a glass of water, placed it in front of me, and then sat down on the sofa opposite me.

She paused for a moment before speaking, "Xiao Ji, haven't you always wanted to come to my house? Here you are."

I shuddered.

It really is.

From the first time I met my aunt, I had imagined countless times what her home was like, and I had imagined that one day I could step into her house. But I never expected that day would come in this way.

My mind went blank, and I had no idea what to say. In the end, I could only ask a very inappropriate question.

"Auntie, this house must be very expensive, right?"

After hearing this, my aunt smiled, but it was a somewhat forced smile.

"Yes, this house is very expensive, so expensive that I could never afford it in my entire life..."

I noticed that when my aunt spoke, her eyes were looking into the distance, as if she were looking at a dream, or as if she were looking at a bubble.

But I frowned.

You can't afford it?

Then you said it's your home? What do you mean? Are you letting me live in someone else's house? Or... a certain thought vaguely surfaced in my mind.

My aunt seemed to see through my confusion and said softly, "Yes, that's exactly what you think."

She paused, then lowered her eyes.

"Auntie got married."

What?

I almost dropped the water glass in my hand; it felt like I'd been hit by something, and my head was buzzing.

married.

My aunt got married.

My aunt is already...married?

My aunt didn't look at me and continued, her voice steady: "That must have been my second year in Hengdian. I had just graduated and had been working for less than a year. And then I got married."

I opened my mouth, and it took me several minutes to find my vocal cords again:

"Then, then my little...uncle is...?"

"He's a local investor and occasionally a producer; he's quite well-known," my aunt replied.

I fell silent, and the jumbled thoughts in my mind vanished instantly.

The investor and producer is well-known in Hengdian.

Ha ha.

Yes, only someone like that is worthy of my aunt.

She's rich, powerful, and capable enough to provide her aunt with a house like this and a comfortable life. And me? What am I? A clueless young man from a rural area in Foshan, never even finished school, worked as an extra in Hengdian for a few days, and actually thinks he's climbed the social ladder?

I swallowed hard, barely suppressing my inferiority complex, and forced a smile: "My...my aunt's husband isn't home?"

It's a very normal question, so normal that I can think of an answer. It's nothing more than something like "business trip" or "official business trip," so I don't have to feel awkward. I can just sit for a while and then leave.

However, my aunt shook her head, giving me a completely unexpected answer.

"Him? He's at home."

What's wrong?

I was completely stunned, and I jumped up from the sofa.

"I, I, I..."

I stood there, feeling completely lost, not knowing what to do with my hands and feet.

Is my aunt's husband home?

No way, what the hell is going on? Just now in the car I was fantasizing about going upstairs and making love with my aunt, and now this is happening?

Her husband's home? What am I supposed to do here? Just offer myself up to be humiliated?

The filthy thoughts that had been lurking in my mind suddenly surged up, and I instantly blushed bright red. It was so embarrassing, really embarrassing. Sitting on someone else's sofa, fantasizing about doing *that* with their wife.

I, Ji Xiaosong, am truly inhuman.

"Auntie, how about I come another day..." I said, putting down my water glass and heading towards the door.

"Don't go." My aunt's voice came from behind.

I paused, turned around, and saw my aunt slowly stand up from the sofa, walk up to me, and reach out to grab my wrist.

"Come with me."

She pulled me along, leading me towards the bedroom.

My heart jumped into my throat.

Bedroom?

She was just saying her husband was home, and now she's dragging me into the bedroom? Auntie, what are you trying to do? Playing this NTR trick on me right in front of you isn't appropriate.

I wanted to say something, but my Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times, and I couldn't utter a single word.

I don't know why, but my body betrayed me and I followed.

My aunt's hands were so soft, and the faint scent of gardenias wafted into my nose with each movement. I felt my heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to leap out of my throat.

next second.

My aunt pushed open the bedroom door.

The lights came on, illuminating everything in the room.

I was stunned.

The anxiety that had been hanging in the air was finally swallowed back down.

The bedroom didn't have the soft, large bed I'd imagined, nor the dim lighting, nor any of the usual clutter. Instead, there was a nursing bed, with several medical instruments I couldn't understand beside it, their green numbers flashing intermittently.

As for the bed, there lay a person whose body was wrapped in bandages.

The white gauze wrapped tightly around his face, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with his eyes closed and motionless.

I was completely dumbfounded.

This……

"He is your aunt's husband." Aunt's voice came from behind.