Li Zhiyan never expected Aunt Lai to be so bold and proactive.
She kissed him right in front of Aunt Rong!
Aunt Lai’s soft lips made Li Zhiyan’s heart wander to fanciful places.
However, Lai Feifei quickly pulled away from Li Zhiyan, sowhat fearing He Yanrong might co up and tear her apart.
"What are you doing?!"
At this mont, He Yanrong’s jealousy surged like a tide. She felt utterly terrible inside. Watching Li Zhiyan being affectionate with another woman—it made her heart ache profoundly.
But He Yanrong also understood one thing: she truly had no ability to be with Li Zhiyan.
"Why can’t I kiss my Zaizai?"
"You foxy tramp."
After that, Lai Feifei dragged Li Zhiyan down to lie on a massage bed. The three of them each lay separately on three different massage beds.
"Rongrong, what are we going to do about this Jin Muxue woman?"
"Today, she even brought people over to beat you up. A political science professor? Such low-class character."
"What a total slutty dwarf!"
Lai Feifei cursed out Jin Muxue, seizing the rare opportunity to mock soone shorter than herself—a petite and delicate woman. It was one of those rare monts when Lai found height superiority, as she’s not usually that tall herself.
"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tell the security guards to keep an eye on her later."
"Tis are different now, and besides, Jin Muxue isn’t exactly one of those truly vicious types."
He Yanrong silently thanked modern tis; if this were the old days, Xiao Yan would probably already be in serious danger by now.
Yet despite everything, n like Liu Hongjie—the type who’d stop at nothing back in the day—still filled He Yanrong with dread. She feared he might resort to doing sothing extre to Li Zhiyan.
"You’re right. That dwarf is utterly infuriating. I seriously want to fight her again."
As she spoke, Lai Feifei gestured with her hand across her chest.
"That little dwarf only cos up to my chest!"
"I could take her down with one hand, press her head down, and she’d never even land a punch on ."
"That tiny, short dwarf!"
"Aunt Lai, you better not fight her again."
Li Zhiyan could tell that Aunt Lai had zero fighting skills whatsoever. If Aunt Zhao were in the mix, she’d definitely make quick work of soone like Jin Muxue—a petite person surrendering in re monts.
Still, when it ca to height, Aunt Lai, petite yet delicate herself, finally found a sense of pride when up against Professor Jin.
There is, however, one point—Jin Muxue has an E-cup chest, outmatching Aunt Lai. At five-foot-tall with the face of a first love, Jin Muxue sohow manages to boast these shocking proportions.
Li Zhiyan felt there was simply no explaining this anywhere.
"You didn’t exactly have the upper hand today either."
"Hmph! I let that dwarf off easy this ti. From now on, whenever you see Jin Muxue, call her Aunt Winter lon. Got it?"
"That’ll piss her off! College professor, my foot—a professor with no class."
Li Zhiyan contemplated that calling Jin Muxue Aunt Tiny Waterlon would actually seem more fitting.
"Zaizai, keep drinking your milk. Once you finish, Aunt will buy you more ’Forget Not’ milk drinks."
Li Zhiyan held the pull-tab milk can, sipping on it, his heart tinged with sweetness.
As he headed back to the company for check-in, He Yanrong advised him, "Xiao Yan, you must be careful. If anything seems suspicious, run to crowded places."
"I know, Aunt Rong. If sothing feels wrong..."
"I’ll just run away and then call the police."
Li Zhiyan said that to reassure Aunt Rong, though deep down, he secretly wished soone would co beat him up—or even brandish a knife at him.
With 100% "Empty-handed Blade Seizing" abilities, Li Zhiyan hadn’t had the chance to use them yet.
Having beco invincible in fights, Li Zhiyan had also grown exceptionally combative, though opportunities for spontaneous physical combat weren’t too frequent in his daily life.
...
Back at her ho, Jin Muxue stomped into the yard and kicked one of the flower pots inside, violently smashing it.
"That damned young man—just who is he?! How dare he hit like that!"
Jin Muxue felt an incredible sense of frustration. She’s always been a pampered and privileged true socialite since childhood, yet today she’d been rcilessly beaten by a young man.
He even struck her square in the face—unbelievable!
That brute! Doesn’t he know how to pity a beautiful lady?!
Walking over to the mirror, she saw her face turning sowhat blue-green from bruising.
"That cursed brute!"
"I still have a political science lecture later!"
Clenching her pink fists, Jin Muxue resolved to track down that young man and give him a proper beating to vent her anger!
Afterward, she returned to her room, touched up her makeup to conceal the bruises, and finally stepped out of the house.
At this mont, she had transford back into the poised and elegant persona of a college professor. Just outside, Jin Muxue saw her husband Liu Hongjie’s Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance.
"Honey."
Seeing Liu Hongjie made Jin Muxue simr with even more fury. If it weren’t for him succumbing to that slut’s seduction back then, how could all these subsequent sses have happened?
"Honey, why do you look so upset? How about we get cozy for a bit?"
"It’s been nearly twenty years since we’ve been intimate. You ought to make it up to by now."
Saying that, Liu Hongjie tried to seize the mont to hug Jin Muxue. Last night he’d been with a young model, but her looks still fell far short compared to his wife—or He Yanrong.
Watching Liu Hongjie stride toward her, Jin Muxue instinctively felt disgusted and, recalling how his actions indirectly led to her earlier beating, her anger soared.
Incensed, Jin Muxue delivered a fierce kick directly to Liu Hongjie!
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