In the end, it was Li Zhiyan who spoke.
"Aunt Zhao, it’s fine. Even if others see, they won’t think it’s anything strange."
"Mm."
"Aunt Zhao, can you wear black stockings?"
"Black stockings, like those black pantyhose?"
Hearing Li Zhiyan’s suggestion, Zhao Shumin felt a sudden rush of heat inside. Wearing nude stockings was already sothing that made her feel imnsely embarrassed.
As for black stockings, Zhao Shumin couldn’t even imagine it.
That was, in her mind, the most shaful color for stockings.
"Mm."
"Xiao Yan, let’s just forget it, okay? Auntie really can’t wear those, and we agreed—you have to listen to Auntie. Auntie wants you to find a girl your age and live your days happily together."
"Anything extra, Auntie really can’t do with you anymore."
After thinking for a mont, Zhao Shumin added, "Today, we kissed for too long. From now on, Auntie will help you control the ti."
"Aunt Zhao, actually, this is just helping out, isn’t it?"
"You lie there, wearing high heels, black stockings, and a short skirt. I take a photo."
"This way, it’ll be easier for to correct my bad habits."
When Li Zhiyan talked about other things, Zhao Shumin didn’t take them seriously.
But when it ca to correcting bad habits, Zhao Shumin imdiately beca incredibly serious. She also realized that this wasn’t a trivial matter.
She absolutely couldn’t let Xiao Yan go down the wrong path. If wearing black stockings could help Xiao Yan correct his bad habits, then it was worth it.
"Are you sure Auntie can wear the black stockings you ntioned?"
"Of course you can, Auntie."
Li Zhiyan felt a surge of excitent; Aunt Zhao wearing black stockings—just imagining that scene was almost beyond him.
"Actually, there’s no fundantal difference between black stockings and nude ones. The process of wearing them and how they feel are almost the sa, just the color is different. But black stockings are absolutely the most beautiful!"
As for white stockings, Li Zhiyan felt nothing. His effeminate roommate loved wearing white stockings the most.
Nude stockings, in Li Zhiyan’s heart, were practically god-tier.
Black stockings, though—they were god among gods, especially paired with red high heels.
"Alright, later you can go buy them for Auntie."
Zhao Shumin still couldn’t bring herself to go to a won’s clothing store and buy stockings with a young man. The thought of being misunderstood made her face flush with embarrassnt.
This was just too mortifying.
"Then I’ll go buy them for you."
Arriving on the street, Li Zhiyan found a supermarket to buy black stockings.
The first ti he ever bought stockings was the day he was with Shen Hongi.
At first, he had felt embarrassed, but now, when buying black stockings, Li Zhiyan was no longer timid—he was downright confident!
After heading out, Li Zhiyan walked back toward Zhao Shumin, only to find another woman standing beside her.
In truth, this woman was seven years younger than Zhao Shumin, but she looked much older, and she wasn’t attractive at all—just the typical middle-aged woman look.
Li Zhiyan had zero interest in won like this; he only liked mature won who were good-looking.
"Zhao Jie, is this your son?"
Looking at the stockings in Li Zhiyan’s hand, the woman’s gaze turned a bit strange.
"Yeah, this is my son."
Zhao Shumin brushed it off. If people knew she was wearing black stockings for a 20-year-old young man, it would be utterly humiliating.
"Your son really looks like you."
"He seems very filial, even buying stockings for his mom."
Li Zhiyan: "..."
"Yeah, my son is very filial. He told to wear stockings, saying it would keep my legs from getting tanned."
As she spoke, Zhao Shumin gently patted Li Zhiyan’s head.
Li Zhiyan: "..."
He realized he truly was destined to play the role of soone’s son—Lai Feifei always called him "Zaizai" and claid to be his mother.
And today, Zhao Shumin was role-playing as his mother too.
But in Auntie circles, given his age, being treated as a "kid" seed almost inevitable.
After the middle-aged woman left, Zhao Shumin’s face was flushed. What nonsense was she spouting?
Buying black stockings as a filial act—it was fortunate the woman hadn’t overthought it.
"Quick, pack them up."
"Don’t let anyone see them."
"Okay, I got it, Aunt Zhao."
Once Li Zhiyan had packed away the black stockings, Zhao Shumin finally sighed in relief.
...
At night, after both Li Zhiyan and Zhao Shumin had taken their baths,
Li Zhiyan wanted to bring up the topic of the black stockings, but Zhao Shumin seed to have anticipated this.
She started working on so embroidery.
"Xiao Yan, you should study too."
Li Zhiyan wasn’t in a hurry. This situation reminded him of waiting in line for a shot at the hospital.
You could postpone and avoid it for a while, but in the end, the needle would still find you.
Studying Japanese, Li Zhiyan continued his quest to master global languages!
Recently, his knowledge of quirky, random topics had been growing; he was turning into a walking encyclopedia.
He knew a little of everything, though most of his knowledge was half-baked.
After all, so real skills couldn’t be learned just from the internet.
By 11 PM, Zhao Shumin stretched lazily, preparing to return to her room. Although she had promised Li Zhiyan she would wear black stockings, when the mont arrived,
Zhao Shumin couldn’t help but feel scared.
She hoped to muddle her way through tonight; maybe tomorrow, Xiao Yan would hit it off with the girl at the matchmaking eting—there was certainly a chance for that.
"Aunt Zhao."
"Don’t go yet. You haven’t worn the black stockings!"
Li Zhiyan walked up and locked the door, blocking Zhao Shumin’s path.
"Xiao Yan, let’s wear them tomorrow, okay?"
"No way, Aunt Zhao."
"You already promised , and it’s just for a photo, nothing more."
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