"Oh, Rongrong, you and Li Zhiyan seem to have sothing special, huh? You’re practically glued to each other just with your eyes."
"But I have to warn you about sothing."
"In our line of work, you can’t afford to develop feelings for a man."
"Oh, get lost! I’ve told you already, I’m not in the sa line of work as you."
"I only ended up here in the first place because I mistakenly thought I was married."
"But, Xiao Yan really is such a great kid, and there’s this unexplainable connection I have with him. Today, I was hanging out with Feifei and Hongi, and then Feifei’s brother showed up, bringing along this tattooed guy."
"I was scared out of my wits, but Xiao Yan happened to pass by and saved us. It’s not just a coincidence anymore, running into him like this. This kid—he’s honestly the most well-behaved child I’ve ever t in my life."
There was a sparkling glimr in He Yanrong’s beautiful eyes; she truly had a deep fondness for Li Zhiyan.
"Oh no, this is bad. I think you’ve fallen for Li Zhiyan, haven’t you?"
"You want to be with him, you even want to have his child."
"Oh, shut up! He’s just a kid!"
"I’m going to rip that mother hen mouth of yours to shreds!"
The two started playfully wrestling, but deep down, He Yanrong’s affection for Li Zhiyan continued to grow stronger.
...
On the road, as Li Zhiyan sat in the front passenger seat, he found himself gazing at Shen Hongi’s profile.
His heart trembled. He considered himself an incredibly devoted man, though his affections seed capable of being divided into many pieces.
But with each person, he was always utterly sincere, without an ounce of deceit!
He really was a deeply loving man—it was just a coincidence that he happened to have the ability to fall for many people simultaneously.
"Aunt Shen, why would Aunt Rong be the proprietress of a place like the Century Palace?"
Li Zhiyan was sowhat curious about He Yanrong’s past. These aunts all clearly had their own stories.
"Xiao Yan."
"Aunt Rong’s situation is quite complicated; you’ll have to ask her yourself soday."
"But, you seem to really like Aunt Rong, don’t you?"
A sense of unease grew deeper and deeper within Shen Hongi’s heart.
Both Lai Feifei and He Yanrong harbored undeniable fondness for Li Zhiyan. If Li Zhiyan expressed a desire to be their godson,
they would most likely agree to it right away.
She had her principles and could steadfastly keep Li Zhiyan from treading down the mistaken path of intergenerational romance,
but what about Lai Feifei and He Yanrong?
Especially He Yanrong—running a club as a proprietress, her moral compass wasn’t as rigid, was it?
Though she knew He Yanrong was clean and didn’t engage in any ssy relationships,
Shen Hongi still harbored so doubts about where He Yanrong’s moral boundaries lay.
"Of course I like my Aunt Rong. She’s a wonderful elder and takes great care of ."
"Besides, we’ve spent quite a bit of ti together while practicing driving."
"Hmm..."
Shen Hongi felt a faint sense of relief. Deep inside, she wondered if Li Zhiyan would continue pestering her to be with him today.
When they arrived outside the housing complex, the two got out of the car.
Shen Hongi swapped into a pair of high heels. Towering at 1.9 ters, she transford into a true "big vehicle," standing a full head taller than Li Zhiyan. The scene possessed a certain unique aesthetic charm.
"Xiao Yan, head back ho."
"Aunt Shen, can I give you a hug?"
Li Zhiyan was reluctant to part ways with Shen Hongi. After all, since entering this new world, the most unforgettable mories in his life were all thanks to Aunt Shen.
And so, Li Zhiyan harbored an exceptionally special feeling for Shen Hongi deep in his heart.
"Don’t you know that n and won shouldn’t touch each other?"
Shen Hongi teased, catching the longing in Li Zhiyan’s gaze.
That look made Shen Hongi’s heart feel surprisingly at ease.
"I know, but you’re my elder, Aunt Shen."
"In your eyes, I’m just a kid."
Looking up at Shen Hongi, Li Zhiyan indeed felt like a child.
"Alright, you kid."
Shen Hongi lowered her head, and Li Zhiyan got a crystal-clear view of the endless depths of her cleavage.
Aunt Shen truly was the "ceiling" of the big-vehicle world. Tall won often didn’t have impressive busts,
but Aunt Shen was, well, exceptional—extraordinary against all odds.
Just like how Aunt Lai’s slender figure defied logic, both were a bit of a marvel.
Lightly, she embraced Li Zhiyan.
And Li Zhiyan, on the other hand, hugged Shen Hongi tightly, feeling her heartbeat as his own pace quickened.
"Alright, enough. It’s so hot out; go take a shower and rest soon."
"Aunt Shen, I still want to hold on a little longer. Here in Shanghai, you’re the only one I have to hug."
"Nonsense. If you hugged Aunt Lai or Aunt Rong, you think they wouldn’t let you? Especially that drunkard—when she’s had too much, she clings to you like glue. Aunt can see it all plainly."
"Aunt Shen, are you jealous?"
"What would Aunt be jealous of? In front of the three of us, you’re just a kid, understand?"
"Alright, head on ho."
Shen Hongi patted Li Zhiyan on the back, and with that, the two finally parted ways.
He watched Aunt Shen get into her car, still reluctant to let her go.
His gaze at the A6 was eerily similar to how He Yanrong would look at it.
"Aunt Shen, wait!"
Just after changing her shoes, Shen Hongi rolled down the car window.
"What is it, Xiao Yan?"
Deep down, Shen Hongi was a little nervous, worried that Li Zhiyan might confess his feelings right then and there.
She knew very well that Li Zhiyan’s thoughts hadn’t changed at all.
"Aunt Shen, drive safely."
"That’s all you wanted to tell Aunt?"
"I’m worried about you, Aunt Shen."
"Alright, Xiao Yan. Aunt’s leaving."
As she drove away, a profound sense of loss began to spread within Shen Hongi’s heart.
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