At this mont, Li Zhiyan was completely dumbfounded, wondering if he might be dreaming.
A woman like Aunt Rong, whose possessiveness could reach extre heights, would never tolerate him being close to other won.
She wouldn’t even stand him glancing at another woman without turning her jealousy into so sort of mass production factory, yet now Aunt Rong was suggesting he be with Aunt Shen?
Even if it was just for seven days, it still felt surreal.
Could this really be sothing Aunt Rong would do?
Shen Hongi watched Li Zhiyan, who was now trapped in confusion, knowing it was her turn to speak.
"That’s right, Xiao Yan, be with your Aunt for a week, and when the week is over, take your ti to think carefully about whom you want to be with."
Shen Hongi was quite confident in winning over Li Zhiyan, as they already had significant emotional foundations.
The most unforgettable experience of Li Zhiyan’s life had happened with her—the night she got drunk still lingered in his fragnted mories.
Back then, Li Zhiyan had absolutely no experience at all.
During these seven days, she was certain she could convince Li Zhiyan to choose her.
Shen Hongi clearly understood that Li Zhiyan could not be with He Yanrong, primarily because Liu Hongjie, that despicable man, would be too difficult to deal with. Out of concern for Li Zhiyan’s safety,
the love-obsessed He Yanrong had decided to step aside and give Li Zhiyan to her, or else it would have been quite challenging for her to end up with Xiao Yan.
He Yanrong, truly a woman like a vixen, had a charm no man could resist.
"Aunt Rong, are you guys playing a joke on ?"
Li Zhiyan asked tentatively.
"Sweetheart, no. Aunt simply doesn’t want you to regret later, so she hopes you can experience more and make a decision afterward."
"This way, it’ll be good for all of us."
"Your Aunt Shen really does like you."
Saying this, He Yanrong gently took Li Zhiyan’s hand and placed it in Shen Hongi’s.
A sober Lai Feifei watched this scene with a calm façade, maintaining her signature aloof deanor of a sophisticated woman.
But inside, she was already feeling uncomfortable. Her heart was growing increasingly confused—what exactly was happening to her?
Was she jealous? She was supposed to rely admire this young man, wasn’t she? From their first eting, she had felt a special kind of fondness for him.
But now, she seed to have developed feelings for him, seeing him as a man?
This felt far too absurd; Lai Feifei didn’t want to admit it. She couldn’t understand why every ti she drank alcohol,
she would end up either calling or texting Li Zhiyan to flirt with him. And when she sobered up, reading through those chat records brought her unbearable sha.
Yet every ti she drank, the cycle repeated itself.
Now she was feeling so distressed—could it be that she truly had feelings for Li Zhiyan? He was just a kid, after all.
Deep down, Lai Feifei still believed she, along with He Yanrong and Shen Hongi, were like maternal figures to Li Zhiyan, caring for this charming young man together in Shanghai.
But why had things developed into the current state?
The mont Shen Hongi’s elegant hand grasped his, familiar mories began to resurface in Li Zhiyan’s mind uncontrollably.
Shen Hongi had truly been Li Zhiyan’s ntor, the events of that fateful day when his inner world awoke remained etched into his soul.
"Alright, it’s settled, then."
"Sweetheart, you don’t need to overthink anymore."
Though He Yanrong’s heart ached, she still smiled tenderly, hiding the sorrow in her peach blossom eyes exceptionally well.
Afraid that Li Zhiyan might feel ntally burdened, He Yanrong took charge and finalized the matter.
"Sweetheart, go sit with your Aunt Shen."
"Feifei, you co over here."
The aloof and poised version of Lai Feifei stood up while Li Zhiyan was gently pushed into the seat opposite by He Yanrong.
Facing Aunt Shen across the table, Shen Hongi lightly held Li Zhiyan’s hand under the table.
That warm sensation caused Li Zhiyan’s heart to stir slightly.
Looking at the strikingly tall Shen Hongi beside him, Li Zhiyan found the situation hard to believe—was his most botherso dilemma resolved so hastily?
"It’s getting late today; let’s count tomorrow as the first official day."
"Alright."
Shen Hongi gently tousled Li Zhiyan’s hair; the two sitting side by side had the distinct aura of a mismatched pair.
"Hongi, I call Xiao Yan ’Sweetheart,’ and Feifei calls him ’Zaizai.’"
"The three of us are basically like Xiao Yan’s moms in daily life. Why don’t you co up with a special nickna for him as well?"
When Lai Feifei heard this, the sha in her heart deepened—why did she always call Li Zhiyan ’Zaizai’? She even used to call him ’Yanbao.’
What was wrong with her? Watching Li Zhiyan sitting alongside Shen Hongi, she felt frustrated. Asking for a bottle of wine, she decided to ease her troubled emotions properly.
Shen Hongi recalled how He Yanrong and Lai Feifei would always call Li Zhiyan ’Sweetheart’ or ’Zaizai,’ and a slight pang of jealousy ford in her heart.
"How about calling him ’Darling’ then."
"Darling."
Shen Hongi gently caressed Li Zhiyan’s face.
Li Zhiyan sighed helplessly, "Seems like I’m destined to be the son in all of this."
Indeed, the three aunties treated him like a son, and Li Zhiyan was rather willing to embrace that role.
"Sweetheart, it’s because we’re all old enough to have given birth to you."
"Just be a good son for us."
"That’s right, Darling. For the next week, Aunt will be your girlfriend."
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