"Wait, Aunt, let touch your leg a bit more."
"You little rascal..."
Shen Hongi extended her plump, nylon-clad long leg as she answered Lai Feifei’s call.
While Aunt Shen was chatting with Aunt Lai, Li Zhiyan hugged Aunt Shen’s voluptuous nylon-clad leg and pressed his face against it.
"Alright, wait for at ho. I’ll co pick you up and take you to the office. I’m just outside the neighborhood."
After finishing her call, Li Zhiyan caressed Aunt Shen’s leg for a few more minutes before finally letting her leave. As Li Zhiyan drove away, his reluctant gaze nearly lted Shen Hongi’s heart.
However, if it were He Yanrong in this situation, she probably wouldn’t be able to resist getting in Li Zhiyan’s car for a little more kissing. But Shen Hongi and He Yanrong are indeed different after all.
Only after Li Zhiyan’s car was out of sight did Shen Hongi sway her Valentino nylon-clad long legs and walk back into the neighborhood.
...
Later on, Li Zhiyan was killing ti at his internet café.
He would occasionally glance at his 860,000 yuan savings account and the rcedes key on the desk. This was the first ti he had so much money in his account—it felt unreal to him.
But honestly, Aunt Shen and Aunt Rong were just too generous. In such a short ti of dating, one gifted him an Audi A6, while the other gave him a 500,000-yuan rcedes E300 Luxury Edition!
Li Zhiyan had co to realize the perks of dating wealthy older won—they genuinely spoiled him.
Out of the 150,000 yuan in his savings, 100,000 was pocket money that Aunt Shen and Aunt Rong had given him in the past few days.
As Li Zhiyan was slacking off, he suddenly heard the sound of high heels clicking.
He found it odd—there weren’t usually any won coming to the internet café. Turning around, he saw none other than Catherine in professional attire walking toward him.
The white blouse, pencil skirt, black stockings, and red-soled high heels showcased the allure of this Western beauty to perfection.
Moreover, the two top buttons of her white blouse were left undone, revealing a deep, snowy cleavage that seed bottomless.
Li Zhiyan didn’t expect Catherine to track him down here again! She was undoubtedly here because of their two past agreents.
A tall Western figure, with a bare height of 178 cm, and towering at 185 cm in high heels, Catherine could easily pass as a top model on a Victoria’s Secret runway.
And with her stunning looks and impeccable figure, she quickly drew quite a bit of attention.
Catherine walked straight toward Li Zhiyan. Looking at him, her heart stirred with a restless heat that she couldn’t suppress.
This made Catherine question even more if she was a despicable woman. After all, this little bastard was her enemy—a lowly Asian she’d never normally give a second glance to.
So why did she feel this way every ti she saw him?
Standing before Li Zhiyan, Catherine said very seriously, "Li Zhiyan, this is your second month as an intern. But instead of focusing on your KPIs, you’re slacking off here?"
"As your leader, I need to criticize you strictly!"
"If you keep this up, I’m well within my rights to dock your pay."
Facing the stern Catherine, Li Zhiyan put on his most serious deanor as well.
"Boss, my work is flexible. As long as I et my KPI targets, right?"
"I’m just playing so gas at the internet café, that’s all."
Catherine didn’t keep up her tough front for long; instead, she sat directly on Li Zhiyan’s lap. The space in the couch area was quite cramped.
Which ant that as soon as Catherine sat down, her shapely legs and firm buttocks pressed tightly against his thighs.
"Li Zhiyan, give a massage."
Catherine continued her office bullying as she took Li Zhiyan’s hand and placed it on her thigh.
Feeling the silky boundary where her black stockings t her smooth skin, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but grow increasingly excited.
This Catherine, in her desperate bid to fulfill their remaining agreent, was truly pulling out all the stops.
But it also showed just how anxious Catherine was—each passing day was a tornt for her.
Which only made Li Zhiyan feel even better—making his enemy suffer was his greatest source of joy!
Li Zhiyan’s hands started to skillfully massage Catherine’s stocking-clad legs. Unable to play gas with her sitting there, he casually switched the screen to an online language-learning platform.
Lately, he’d been studying Portuguese. With his photographic mory, he didn’t want to waste his inherent abilities.
So whenever he had free ti, Li Zhiyan liked to pick up new knowledge online. After all, just one glance was enough for him to retain it. At this point, he even had a solid understanding of postpartum care for sows.
"Li Zhiyan, what are you doing?"
Catherine’s attention was drawn to the screen filled with what looked like alien script—she had been captivated by the Portuguese interface.
"Boss, I’m studying Portuguese."
Li Zhiyan’s answer left Catherine in disbelief. This kid was actually putting in effort to learn?
But after a mont of reflection, Catherine’s mood shifted to one of smug satisfaction.
Clearly, this boy was infatuated with her and was deliberately trying to appear impressive to catch her attention.
Man, 20-year-olds really aren’t much different from children. Such tactics were laughably immature.
He really thought this would make her notice him?
Catherine couldn’t believe for a second that Li Zhiyan was seriously learning a foreign language—it was utterly ridiculous!
"Li Zhiyan, focus and keep massaging!"
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