Shen Hongi's heart had always seen Li Zhiyan as a child.
Even after what happened last night, seven tis.
That still couldn't change the image of Li Zhiyan in Shen Hongi's mind.
He was just a kid, after all.
"Aunt Shen..."
"Actually, I think it's pretty normal for people to assu you're my mom. After all, there's a 22-year age gap between us."
"I really don't think it's a big deal. Love knows no age, doesn't it?"
"As for those worldly judgnts..."
"Aunt Shen."
"I've never cared about what people think."
"Because I've always believed that life belongs to oneself—it's not ant to be lived for others. If you live only under the eyes of others..."
"You're wasting your own life, living the way others want."
Despite thinking that Li Zhiyan was immature, Shen Hongi found his words to be very reasonable.
But she truly couldn't bring herself to ignore others' gazes.
"And Aunt Shen, you're so beautiful, your figure is amazing, your skin is flawless. If people knew I had such a girlfriend, they wouldn't criticize—they'd envy ."
"I genuinely want to be with you."
"Whatever consequences co from being with you, I'm willing to bear them."
Shen Hongi couldn't help but chuckle. Her slender, stocking-clad legs stretched out against the windshield, constantly drawing Li Zhiyan's attention.
"Li Zhiyan, do you have a fixation or sothing?"
Shen Hongi asked softly.
"Maybe a little, but Aunt Shen, I really like you. It's absolutely not so fixation that makes want to be with you."
"I also know you can't accept the idea of being with in your heart."
"But please don't reject outright. Just give a chance, okay?"
"Even if it's a tiny chance, I will show you that my feelings for you are real."
Looking into Li Zhiyan's sincere gaze, Shen Hongi felt an urge to reject him outright there and then.
But a twinge of reluctance in her heart stopped her from hurting him directly.
After all, last night she had shared an impulsive intimacy with him.
If Shen Hongi claid she felt no special emotions toward him, that wouldn't be true.
"Alright then."
"Li Zhiyan, people say if two people are ant to be together, it's fate."
"If fate allows us to et again, and Aunt thinks you're dependable, then maybe Aunt will be with you."
"Forget about last night, okay?"
"It's already late. Let drive you ho, alright?"
Shen Hongi knew her work kept her incredibly busy, running all over Shanghai.
In this vast city, the odds of the two of them eting again were like finding a needle in a haystack.
From now on, she and Li Zhiyan would likely never cross paths again.
"Okay, I understand, Aunt Shen. I believe we'll have our fated chance."
Li Zhiyan could tell Shen Hongi was subtly rejecting him. For most people, that would be the end of their encounters with her.
But he possessed information about the future.
Based on assessnts, this information was related to the people he recently interacted with—like Xu Qianqian and Liu Jinxin, whose intelligence had been passed to him.
Watching Li Zhiyan's naive expression, Shen Hongi couldn't help but internally remark: silly kid.
He still believed they had a connection, that they'd et again. While favor had been repaid, it was better not to interact again.
Such an approach was beneficial to both herself and Li Zhiyan.
...
After driving her Audi A6 to the rental apartnt, she finally bid him farewell.
"Aunt Shen, goodbye."
Shen Hongi thought for a mont and stepped out of the car, standing in front of Li Zhiyan.
"Li Zhiyan, rember to work well at Changlong Group. Once you're officially permanent there, your monthly salary will exceed ten thousand, along with the five insurances and one fund. If it weren't for Aunt Lai, you couldn't have possibly gotten a job like this."
"I know, Aunt Shen. You must keep your word this ti."
"Yes, of course."
Shen Hongi promised, knowing there'd be little chance of eting Li Zhiyan again.
"Aunt Shen, since we're parting, can I hug you?"
Standing in front of her, taller than an SUV, Li Zhiyan spoke with reluctance in his heart.
Last night's frenzy had opened him up to a world he'd never experienced before.
His heart was now irreparably ensnared by everything mature and sensual.
With Shen Hongi, his feelings were no longer ambiguous—he genuinely liked her.
Initially, Shen Hongi wanted to refuse, to cut off his thoughts while she still could. But thinking that this could be their final eting, she nodded.
Then, Li Zhiyan stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
"Aunt Shen..."
He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, as if wanting to ld into her entirely.
Greedily inhaling her fragrance, Li Zhiyan felt an intense urge to place his hands on her supple, stocking-covered thighs.
But that clearly wasn't possible right now.
Shen Hongi gently patted his back, sensing his fiery affection for her.
This boy—he really was in the pri of his youthful vigor.
"Alright, Li Zhiyan, Aunt needs to leave now."
When they finally separated, Shen Hongi noticed a corner of a stocking peeking out of Li Zhiyan's pants pocket.
"You stuffed my stockings in your pocket?"
Shen Hongi's gaze turned odd. This kid—what was he thinking, gathering up her stockings?
Li Zhiyan realized he had overlooked it.
Still, he didn't bother hiding it; the more you try to conceal such matters, the more awkward it becos.
"Aunt Shen, earlier today at the hotel room, I saw that you threw them away."
"So I picked them up. Because so people online buy those kinds of used stockings."
"The hotel staff might collect and sell them."
"So I just kept them instead."
Shen Hongi furrowed her brows.
"There are people like that now?"
"There are. So n even wear stockings themselves and sell them."
Shen Hongi's frown deepened.
"Alright, toss them out when you get a chance. Li Zhiyan, Aunt is leaving now. If you have difficulties in life, just ssage on WeChat."
Shen Hongi decided: although she might help him financially in the future, they couldn't et again.
Last night's events were rely an accidental mistake.
Such mistakes couldn't be repeated.
After watching Shen Hongi leave, Li Zhiyan carefully took out her flesh-toned stockings.
They still bore traces from being soaked.
As the delicate fragrance wafted up, Li Zhiyan gently sniffed them.
The image of holding those beautiful, plump legs in his arms flashed in his mind, making his heart itch uncontrollably.
"My Aunt Shen is stunning—those legs at 183 cm, utterly captivating."
"Even the stockings sll so good..."
As he thought about it, Li Zhiyan's heart longed once more to hold Shen Hongi tightly in his arms.
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