Lai Feifei's witty remarks left Li Zhiyan sowhat at a loss for words.
He realized he was still way too conservative—after all, mature won are in a league of their own.
A true mature woman's world was sothing Li Zhiyan had never quite imagined before—case in point, Zhao Shumin's rapid-fire mood swings.
It truly opened Li Zhiyan's eyes; not many young people these days could pull this off anymore.
However, Li Zhiyan found this crowd far healthier and more normal compared to the boys-versus-girls drama and immature antics of the younger girls in his class.
"I swear, I'm going to sew up your mouth!"
"Lai Feifei, you're corrupting children!"
"How many tis do I have to tell you to stop scrolling through TikTok and forums? Look at you now—your words are getting more ridiculous by the day!"
As they bantered, He Yanrong led the group into the private room reserved exclusively for the three won.
"Aunt Rong, why does everyone call you 'Mom'?"
"Because Aunt treats them well, so they've grown accustod to calling Auntie Mom."
As she lounged in the chair, Lai Feifei teased, "How about you call her 'Mom' too?"
"If you do, then Aunt Rong wouldn't have to hold back and could pamper you properly!"
"Yanrong, you take the left."
"Hongi, you take the right. We can't let this kid go hungry, haha."
Li Zhiyan: "..."
Just looking at He Yanrong's sultry face made Li Zhiyan's heart itch—it was a thought he couldn't suppress.
That face alone was enough to involuntarily steer his thoughts in *that* direction.
Not even Zhao Shumin had ever made him feel this way before.
"Don't listen to your Aunt Lai's nonsense, Xiao Yan."
"Lie down. Aunt will call a masseuse to give you a foot bath so you can properly relax."
Shen Hongi lay back, waiting for the masseuse to arrive. Suffering from nstrual cramps, she wanted to soak her feet to ease the pain and unwind.
"Yanrong, why don't you personally give our precious Xiao Yan a foot bath? He's the only little one in our group of girlfriends."
"You do it instead!"
To be clear, He Yanrong had been managing Century Palace for a long ti, but she had never once acted as a masseuse—she was always the masseuses' "mom."
The idea of personally bathing soone's feet made her inherently reluctant.
But when she saw Li Zhiyan, barely over twenty and still sowhat green, He Yanrong eventually agreed.
"Fine, I'll do it. Xiao Yan, co here."
"This... doesn't feel right..."
Li Zhiyan felt a little uneasy, though deep down, he very much wanted He Yanrong to wash his feet.
There was one reason: her face was irresistibly sultry and attractive. And another reason: she was Liu Jinxin's biological mom.
Back in school, Liu Jinxin had always called him a toad; now, even as a colleague, he continued tarnishing Li Zhiyan's reputation.
Regarding both Liu Jinxin and Xu Qianqian, Li Zhiyan harbored a fair amount of resentnt.
If he could get He Yanrong to wash his feet...
It would be a deeply satisfying ntal victory.
"Relax, Xiao Yan. You're just a kid; Aunt washing your feet isn't a big deal."
After stepping out and calling soone, three foot-massage-only technicians walked into the room.
Under normal circumstances, He Yanrong maintained a considerable distance from the hair-washing technicians, wary of potential health risks.
Though the likelihood was small, caution was necessary.
Even the living arrangents for the foot-washing technicians were separate from the hair-washing technicians.
Once three basins of hot water were brought in, He Yanrong took one and sat down directly in front of Li Zhiyan.
Lai Feifei and Shen Hongi both slipped off their stockings and high heels and set them aside.
The sight of their two pairs of snow-white, beautiful legs kept drawing Li Zhiyan's peripheral vision ti and again.
With his radar effectively locked, he felt as though he had entered paradise—this room seed to be filled with alluring scenery everywhere.
"Co on, Xiao Yan, have so orange slices first."
After Li Zhiyan placed his feet in the basin, He Yanrong sat beside him.
She began peeling oranges for him.
Her fair and delicate hands carefully peeled the oranges, even removing the webbing before placing a peeled segnt gently into his mouth.
The tender and ticulous care she displayed left Li Zhiyan feeling slightly overheated.
He never imagined such a seductive-looking woman could be so gentle and considerate.
After peeling a few orange slices for him, Li Zhiyan grew a bit restless.
"Auntie, I can do it myself."
After all, he wasn't that familiar with He Yanrong yet.
"Look at him, getting shy now."
Glancing at Li Zhiyan's natural reaction, her mood didn't shift. "Young n being full of vigor is perfectly normal."
It was rely a sign of Li Zhiyan's robust health.
In the wooden basin, He Yanrong gently grabbed his feet, tenderly massaging them, carefully cleaning between his toes.
The soft, soothing sensation made Li Zhiyan instinctively close his eyes in bliss.
anwhile, on the other side, Lai Feifei reclined and started sipping another cocktail—her signature drunkard antics as unabashed as ever.
"Hongi, I don't think your plan to make my masseuse moonlight for you is going to work."
"People these days, even if the pay is slightly lower, still prefer stable jobs."
Li Zhiyan chid in, "My cousin is currently at ho preparing for the civil service exam."
As she continued massaging his feet, He Yanrong's supple hands cradled and caressed his toes, making him thoroughly entranced.
But in her mind, He Yanrong didn't think much of Li Zhiyan. She was only giving him this treatnt out of respect for Lai Feifei and Shen Hongi.
Otherwise, there was no way she'd bother with soone like him, a barely-grown rookie just stepping into society.
Having seen countless ups and downs, He Yanrong was intensely pragmatic—unlike Lai Feifei and Shen Hongi.
Clutching her abdon, Shen Hongi said, "Just ask her to co over, and we'll talk."
"Alright, but don't get your hopes up. Mia's business over here keeps her busy, and her monthly earnings from commissions far exceed what she'd make moonlighting for you. She probably wouldn't bother."
At her call, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman nad Mia soon entered the room.
"Mom, you called for ?"
"Yes, Mia. This is Shen Hongi—Boss Shen."
"Your Chinese is impressive lately. Would you be interested in a part-ti job for her? We can discuss the pay."
Shen Hongi added, "Part-ti, only when needed. The pay is 1,000 yuan per day."
"But when we need you, you must show up that day."
Li Zhiyan's eyes lit up—1,000 yuan?!
For a fresh graduate like him, 1,000 yuan a day was an absolute dream!
Even so, foot-washing work seed ridiculously lucrative. Monthly commissions of 60,000 yuan? If it's a 50/50 split, that ans washing 120,000 yuan's worth of feet per month. This foreigner's earning power sure was impressive.
"Ms. Shen, my monthly commissions amount to over 60,000 yuan."
"This part-ti job doesn't make much sense for . Sorry."
Mia's Chinese was near-flawless, clearly the result of dedicated effort.
She wanted to establish herself in the country; in her holand, she couldn't earn much. But here, her rarity made her highly sought after—a phenonon she understood well.
"Alright, I'll look for soone else later."
If it were five years ago, Shen Hongi would've invested even more to hire a translator. But these days, with the economy struggling, company costs had to be tightly controlled to survive.
Still, finding an on-call translator for 1,000 yuan a day was proving nearly impossible.
Graduates from specialized language programs typically preferred stable jobs at bigger companies.
Just as Shen Hongi was feeling exasperated...
Li Zhiyan interjected, "Aunt Shen, how about I take this part-ti job?"
All three won turned their gazes toward him.
"Xiao Yan, don't joke around with Auntie. Your major doesn't match the requirents—you don't even speak German!"
Already stressed over the matter, Shen Hongi felt even more irritable hearing Li Zhiyan's lighthearted suggestion.
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