"Because you think this will bring you closer to him."
"You’re afraid Li Zhiyan isn’t interested in you."
"Right?"
He Yanrong was at a loss for words. Aside from the surge of hormones, deep down she truly did have such thoughts.
"It’s just like so n without confidence showing off their cars and houses right away."
"Honestly, I think it’s unnecessary."
"It might even leave a bad impression on Li Zhiyan."
"After all, you’re the ’Mommy’ of the Century Palace. Would he wonder if you act the sa way with other n?"
Liu Li’s words made He Yanrong’s face pale slightly. She hadn’t thought of this before, but it really was a plausible concern.
"Then what should I do?"
"It’s fine. Getting close to him still has its benefits. At least he’ll notice your charm. I think you’re all he dreams about at night."
"Tomorrow when he cos over, just explain yourself."
"Tell him you like him too much and confess your feelings. Ask him directly to be with you!"
"Isn’t that too straightforward?"
"Co on, you’ve already kissed him and had him touch your legs. How is that not direct?"
"If you keep hesitating, tomorrow you might see him in Lai Feifei’s or Shen Hongi’s bed instead."
"I refuse to believe that guy has no interest in those two."
The sense of crisis spread in He Yanrong’s heart, and she made up her mind.
"Hmm, I think you’re right. I’ll follow your advice and confess to him tomorrow."
"Oh, calling him ’baby’ already."
"How sweet."
"Get lost..."
...
All the way ho, Li Zhiyan kept replaying the monts with He Yanrong in his mind.
He didn’t understand why Aunt Rong had suddenly beco so forward—more brazen than a drunk Aunt Lai.
When Aunt Lai drank too much, whether she clung to him with her Lai family’s embrace or did other things, he could understand.
After all, drunk actions don’t count.
When Aunt Lai is sober,
that aloof image of the sophisticated Shanghai woman is her real self.
Could it really be that saving her life once made her fall for him completely? But wasn’t her level of initiative a bit exaggerated?
Well, tomorrow when he teaches Aunt Rong how to play Go, he’ll find out what’s going on.
At the office clock-in machine, Li Zhiyan noticed Catherine standing not far away, staring at him.
Her gaze was loaded with complicated emotions, most notably hatred.
"Li Zhiyan, co to my office!"
Tomorrow was another rest day for the sales departnt. Thinking of having an entire day without workplace bullying to inflict on Li Zhiyan, Catherine sohow felt a bit empty.
Li Zhiyan’s massages were unbearably enjoyable.
Helpless and pressed by circumstances, Li Zhiyan went to Catherine’s office once again to massage her silky black-stockinged legs, thoroughly working on her lower thighs and calves.
After leaving the office, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but lant how suffocating life was without connections.
Every day at work, he had to kneel before the beautiful legs of this foreign female "boss," massaging her black-stockinged feet while she rested her jade-like toes on his stomach. When would an end co to these soft, intoxicating days?
That woman—she was clearly addicted to his massages!
On his way ho, Li Zhiyan picked up a few stylish outfits for Zhao Shumin, most of them low-cut T-shirts.
This was so that, at ho, he could enjoy ogling Aunt Zhao’s figure anyti.
When he got ho, hearing the sound of soone cooking, he opened the door and went into the kitchen.
There, Li Zhiyan saw Zhao Shumin in the short skirt and stockings he had given her. Although she wore an overly worn-out T-shirt on top, it still couldn’t hide her alluring femininity.
"Aunt Zhao, you’re wearing stockings."
"Hmm."
Last night, Li Zhiyan hadn’t co ho. Even though Zhao Shumin knew it was because he had important matters to attend to, deep in her subconscious, she still suspected he might have been with another woman.
As a result, today Zhao Shumin wore stockings and a short skirt in hopes that Xiao Yan would stay ho more and keep on the right path.
"Why not wear the black ones?"
"They’re torn."
The black ones had previously been ripped by Li Zhiyan. She’d made do with wearing them several tis afterward, but now they were no longer presentable.
"No worries, Aunt Zhao. I bought you new ones along with so clothes. Go change into them."
"You keep wasting money."
Turning her head, Zhao Shumin faced him, and Li Zhiyan, looking at Aunt Zhao’s face with light makeup, couldn’t tear his gaze away. He was utterly captivated, unable to believe it.
Aunt Zhao actually put on makeup—and it was so expertly done!
The makeup enhanced the mature charm of her features and perfectly complented her curvy figure, making her seem irresistibly seductive.
"Aunt Zhao, you put on makeup!"
Li Zhiyan felt as though he was in a dream. Zhao Shumin wearing makeup—this was sothing he never would have imagined before.
In the past, she always dressed conservatively, covering every inch of herself ticulously.
Only through certain special angles could one catch the faintest glimpse of her curves.
Now, she not only wore stockings and high heels but had gone so far as to apply makeup. His heart couldn’t help but brim with satisfaction, feeling as though his "grooming project" had succeeded.
"Hmm, does it look good?"
Embarrassed to et Li Zhiyan’s gaze directly, Zhao Shumin turned her attention to the stove.
She waited for Li Zhiyan’s answer.
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