"Aunt, where are you right now?"
"I’ll send you my location. Your Aunt Lai and Aunt Shen are here too."
"Your Aunt Lai drank too much and is saying she wants to share a bed with tonight."
"I don’t think she’s going ho this week."
In He Yanrong’s heart, there was a trace of helpless resentnt—damn Lai Feifei, always clinging to her after drinking too much, forcing her to date Xiao Yan in secret.
Xiao Yan was still young and full of energy, at the peak of needing her. She thought of the masculine side of Li Zhiyan.
He Yanrong couldn’t help but feel a surge of heat rushing through her.
"Alright, Aunt, I’ll head over now."
"I’m a bit hungry too."
Li Zhiyan hadn’t eaten much earlier, having spent most of the dinner table ti drinking. Going over to Third Aunt’s place for a al seed like a perfect idea.
Aunt Lai was fine now, but Li Zhiyan also wanted to find a chance to talk with Aunt Shen. Though the rational Shen Hongi could process her own negative emotions,
Li Zhiyan knew Aunt Shen’s heart wasn’t truly at ease. After all, back then, Aunt Shen had also confessed to him.
"Hurry over, baby. Aunt has missed you so much."
"Oh, and when you get here, don’t co straight in. Wait for at the corner so I can pick you up."
"Got it, Aunt."
Li Zhiyan certainly understood He Yanrong’s thoughts. Though they were together, getting a mont of intimacy with Aunt Rong wasn’t easy.
After hanging up, Li Zhiyan rented an electric bike and set off. The streets were congested at this ti,
and a bike would actually be faster than a taxi. Besides, Li Zhiyan didn’t like the suffocating slls that often lingered inside cabs.
Along the way, Li Zhiyan opened his app and checked on his current stores.
Two dollar stores, two small supermarkets, two breakfast shops, two billiard halls, two foot massage parlors,
two barbershops, two Mixue Ice City franchises, two Shanghai Aunt franchises, a small internet café, and a programming company.
Currently, daily revenue averaged over ten thousand yuan!
With the addition of the newly awarded internet café, Li Zhiyan’s inco would be even more comfortable.
...
After Catherine returned to her bedroom, she looked at the tight pencil skirt and stockings she had removed.
At this mont, she wanted nothing more than to chop off her delicate hands.
She was such a noble woman, a real Caucasian, while Li Zhiyan was just a lowly Asian.
Not only that, but he was also her subordinate. Yet, she had been continually humiliated by him. She slapped her fair thigh in frustration.
"Damn you, Li Zhiyan, just you wait!"
Catherine muttered with endless hatred. She was determined to bring Li Zhiyan down, although she knew he was skilled in Drunk Fist fighting!
And he seed to recover from drunkenness unusually fast. Using alcohol or setting up an ambush was clearly not going to work!
"Damn you, Li Zhiyan,"
Catherine thought she could only resort to other ans. Perhaps she could fabricate a legal trap to burden him with insurmountable debt.
If that worked, no matter how strong he was at fighting, he’d end up kneeling before her, licking her high heels.
Imagining such a scene, Catherine felt an unusual satisfaction wash over her.
However, it was obvious that Li Zhiyan was wary of her now. She would have to wait for him to lower his defenses before striking.
While lying down, Catherine suddenly rembered the agreent for ten kisses she had made with Li Zhiyan.
"That vile Asian, why did I agree to such terms?"
"Actually, I could just go back on my word."
Although she knew reneging wouldn’t have any real consequences, Catherine’s pride as a noblewoman wouldn’t let her.
She had always upheld her promises.
To go back on her word with a subordinate she looked down upon seed utterly impossible for her.
It was just too shaful.
Lying down, Catherine pulled up her blanket, threw her skirt aside, and decided to rest well.
"Damn you, Li Zhiyan,"
she continued cursing him under her breath as today’s events replayed in her mind.
...
When Li Zhiyan arrived near the restaurant, he sent a WeChat ssage to He Yanrong.
He Yanrong instantly replied with an OK-hand emoji.
"Feifei, Hongi, Xiao Yan’s here. He doesn’t know the exact location, so I’m going out to et him."
"Yeah, right!"
A drunken Lai Feifei slurred her words.
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You just want to go feed your ’Zaizai,’ don’t you?"
"No, Feifei, you’re overthinking it. I’m his girlfriend now. Isn’t it normal for to go pick him up? I’m so much older than him; it’s only right that I take care of him."
Lai Feifei snorted but didn’t say anything further.
He Yanrong sighed with relief, stepped out, and made her way toward the shop’s entrance. When she reached Li Zhiyan,
He Yanrong wrapped her arms tightly around him, her love-struck heart surging once again.
"Baby, Aunt missed you so much."
"Let Aunt give you a kiss."
Li Zhiyan gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, but it was clear Aunt Rong was not satisfied with just that.
Clutching Li Zhiyan, she dove into a deeper kiss. Feeling Aunt Rong’s heat, Li Zhiyan gazed into her srizing, alluring eyes, closed his own, and embraced her, returning the kiss passionately.
After a while, Li Zhiyan suddenly felt soone grab his hand.
"You shaless thing!"
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