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Li Zhiyan answered truthfully. He knew his goal was to have everything, and so things couldn’t be avoided.
In the bedroom, Shen Hongi was lying on the bed.
After taking a shower, she was wearing a simple and clean nightgown. Her 183cm-long legs, even without stockings,
were still strikingly eye-catching with their snow-white allure.
After learning that He Yanrong liked Li Zhiyan, Shen Hongi couldn’t calm her thoughts for a long ti. That woman had a slim waist, curvy hips, an impressive bust,
and a stunningly seductive face. Her aura exuded an undeniable sultriness in every way.
And in Xiao Yan’s heart, his favorite was mature won. Shen Hongi knew this better than anyone. With He Yanrong, this sultry vixen, being so proactive, how could Li Zhiyan resist?
Jealousy churned endlessly in her heart as Shen Hongi thought about talking to Li Zhiyan.
But she didn’t know what she should say.
Putting down her phone, Shen Hongi covered her eyes, and at that mont, the jar of jealousy completely broke.
She and Xiao Yan were the first to truly share that kind of intimate experience.
But now He Yanrong was preparing to confess her love to Li Zhiyan. What was going on?
No, she absolutely couldn’t let Xiao Yan go down the wrong path.
Seeing that Shen Hongi hadn’t replied, Li Zhiyan knew Aunt Shen must be feeling conflicted inside right now. Let her jealousy fernt a bit, he thought.
Without overthinking, Li Zhiyan continued to dive into studying.
At around 10:00 p.m., Zhao Shumin finished her livestream. After pulling off the fabric wrapped around her figure, Zhao Shumin finally exhaled in relief.
"Aunt, your livestream attracted quite a lot of gifts just now."
In the beginning, Li Zhiyan suspected those sending gifts might just be sleazy perverts, since Aunt Zhao was indeed too gorgeous, especially with her makeup on.
But he realized most of the ones sending gifts were pretty young girls. If anyone said sothing lewd, Aunt Zhao’s moderator would kick them out of the stream imdiately.
This gave Li Zhiyan so peace of mind—it saved her a lot of trouble.
"Yeah, it was mostly young girls sending gifts. They’re all waiting for to launch my handmade clothing line."
"The first young girl who asked to make clothes for her,"
"has now beco my moderator."
"Anyone with a dirty mouth gets instantly blacklisted."
"That’s good. Aunt Zhao, I really think you’ve got the potential to beco an internet celebrity."
Li Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Zhao Shumin’s waist.
"Aunt Zhao, will you stay with tonight?"
"No, you mischievous child! Earlier, you said you wanted to look at the view from the balcony with you."
"We were looking at the view, Aunt. Haven’t I been enjoying the scenery with you this whole ti?"
Breathing in Zhao Shumin’s scent, being with this mature aunt always gave Li Zhiyan a natural sense of security.
He loved this feeling.
"Sleep by yourself tonight. I won’t entertain your nonsense any further."
Seeing that Zhao Shumin genuinely seed exhausted, Li Zhiyan didn’t insist anymore. Aunt Zhao really was worn out today. After all, the balcony’s heat, even with the windows open, felt like waves of scorching air rolling in, making it unbearable.
...
Back in his room, Li Zhiyan started thinking about Catherine.
That foreign woman looked at him with pure hatred in her eyes. She deeply despised him, so it was certain she’d retaliate sohow—he just didn’t know in what way yet.
But it probably wouldn’t involve hiring people to beat him up anymore. She believed he knew kung fu now, and she didn’t have the guts for anything too extre.
After all, tis weren’t like they used to be. Back then, like when Aunt Rong decided to get involved with the owner of that shop, the man literally disappeared into thin air. That was clearly the doing of Aunt Rong’s ex-husband, but there wasn’t any evidence.
Relaxing in his room, Li Zhiyan lay down leisurely, waiting for the system to refresh intel at midnight. This was the most important thing for him.
He rembered the system’s main quest crystal clear.
A while later, his phone rang. It was Aunt Lai calling.
"Zaizai."
"Aunt Lai."
"Zaizai, Mom misses you. Did you drink Wangma Milk?"
"No..."
"Then how could you forget I’m your mom? You heartless child!"
"You ungrateful Zaizai!"
Drunk Aunt Lai frequently bothered Li Zhiyan with phone calls. It was sothing he had long gotten used to.
"Aunt Lai, are you ho right now?"
"At ho."
"Zaizai, Mom wants to hug you. Co keep Mom company, okay?"
Hearing that Lai Feifei was at ho, Li Zhiyan felt relieved. Lately, Lai Tianming’s creditors might’ve been eyeing Aunt Lai, and he could only relax knowing she was ho.
"Aunt Lai, it’s almost 11 p.m. You should go to bed."
"It’s still early. Sleep? Why would I sleep now..."
"Zaizai, I want you to tell about your Aunt Rong!"
When sober, Lai Feifei was undoubtedly a classy Shanghai socialite and an elegant wealthy woman. But after drinking too much,
all she could think about was He Yanrong boldly kissing Li Zhiyan. That damn brazen vixen, that shaless seductress—how dare she kiss her Zaizai!
"What’s wrong, Aunt Lai?"
"What do you think of your Aunt Rong?"
Li Zhiyan: "..."
This question had already been asked by Shen Hongi earlier today. Now Aunt Lai was bringing it up again. Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but suspect that the two of them might’ve conspired together.
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