"Xiao Yan, my dear student."
These days, every ti He Yanrong sees Li Zhiyan, she can’t help but feel this overwhelming joy and excitent inside her.
This always brings Liu Li’s words to the forefront of her mind.
In our line of work, you must never develop feelings for a man.
Many tis, He Yanrong wonders if she really has feelings for Li Zhiyan, especially since that incident where Lai Feifei practically pinned her down.
After that split-second French kiss between the two of them, it felt like a piece of the loneliness and repression buried deep within He Yanrong was suddenly drawn out.
"Aunt Rong, how’s your practice for the third part of the driving test going?"
"It’s alright, but honestly, Auntie can never match your level of brilliance."
"You barely practiced for part two and still passed it in one shot!"
He Yanrong has always deeply admired Li Zhiyan, and after finding out that he also plays Go, her fondness for him has completely spiraled out of control.
"Aunt Rong, that college student hasn’t been harassing you recently, has he?"
"No, don’t worry about it, Xiao Yan."
He Yanrong took off her sunglasses, her tender peach blossom eyes eting his gaze, her face frad by bewitchingly heavy makeup.
Li Zhiyan, too, found it hard to suppress his instincts.
The two of them kept chatting, and through their conversation, their bond deepened out of sight and out of mind.
...
At 4 PM, Li Zhiyan rode his bike to Lai Feifei’s villa.
Given the task at hand from the *system*, Li Zhiyan knew that Lai Tianming’s creditors would probably show up very soon.
"Aunt Lai!"
Standing in the villa’s courtyard, under the flower trellis, was Lai Feifei with a glass of liquor in hand.
Li Zhiyan quickly realized this was *drunk aunt* mode!
"Zaizai!"
Lai Feifei stood up, waving at Li Zhiyan with enthusiasm.
"Zaizai, do you miss Mommy?"
Li Zhiyan: "..."
By now, he was well accustod to how the drunken Lai Feifei always mistook him for her son.
He walked to the door and opened it, where Feifei took his hand and led him toward the flower trellis in the courtyard.
There were several lush trees here, vines and blossoms climbing a wooden arbor, and even a misting system spraying a fine, cool fog over the space.
The sight alone felt refreshing and soothing.
"Aunt Lai, you really know how to live the good life."
Looking at her luxurious lounge chair, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but speak with envy. A setup like this was sothing only a tiny fraction of people in Shanghai could afford.
As for him, there was no hope of that now. His savings of 180,000 yuan may have felt substantial, but to the wealthy, it was little more than pocket change.
"Zaizai, co cuddle with Mommy for a while!"
Arriving at the lounge chair, Lai Feifei pulled Li Zhiyan down to lie beside her.
She then picked her phone back up, her face rosy, her eyes dreamy and unfocused.
In this tipsy, uninhibited state, Lai Feifei was completely unlike the poised, cold Shanghai socialite she made herself out to be.
"Zaizai, rest your head on Auntie’s shoulder."
As he lay down, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help noticing the deep cleft stretching into infinity in front of him.
Aunt Lai might not have been as, shall we say, *gifted* as Aunt Shen or Aunt Rong...
But to any average person, she was still an unattainable beauty. And as petite as she was at just 160 cm tall, her lush curves were nothing short of a miracle.
At this mont, Li Zhiyan’s attention was caught by the stock trading app displayed on Lai Feifei’s screen.
Her account balance showed over 10 million yuan. His throat went dry as he swallowed hard— Aunt Lai, as expected, was astonishingly deep and mysterious.
"Aunt Lai, you play stocks with *that* much money?"
"Yep."
"Gotta do sothing to pass the ti."
"I’m thinking of doubling down before the National Day holiday. Maybe I can make a quick buck."
"Aunt Lai, I thought everyone says the A-shares market never goes up, though."
"h, who cares? It’s worth a shot."
Lai Feifei wrapped her arms around Li Zhiyan and pulled him into her embrace.
"Zaizai, co read novels with Mommy."
She switched to the reading app on her phone, continuing with whatever book she was in the middle of.
"Xiao Dong, feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren’t you!"
Li Zhiyan: "..."
The overly dramatic plot of the novel made Li Zhiyan feel a little embarrassed. No wonder Feifei was called a boozehound— she certainly lived up to the na!
"Zaizai, Auntie loves these pure romance novels. No... uh, *cuckold scenarios*."
"Zaizai, co, feel Auntie’s legs, touch my thigh."
"Auntie’s wearing black stockings."
Lai Feifei’s shaless antics continued as always, making Li Zhiyan’s chest feel uncomfortably warm.
Just then, outside, several tattooed n—the ones who’d beaten Lai Tianming in gambling—started walking toward them.
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