"Mm, let’s hang up for now. See you later at Bamboo Inn."
"Alright, Aunt."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Hongi looked at Lai Feifei, who nearly had her face pressed against hers, and pushed the drunken woman’s face away helplessly.
"What are you doing? Staring at while I’m on the phone—this isn’t so fleeting romance mont."
Lai Feifei finally sprawled herself onto Shen Hongi’s lap, shalessly groping her thighs.
"Ugh, get off! Why are you so shalessly perverse!"
"Crazy woman! Drunken fool! Maniac!"
Lai Feifei didn’t respond. Despite the layer of liquid courage provided by the alcohol, she couldn’t stop the trembling deep inside her over what she was about to do.
"What’s in your bag? It feels heavy."
Curious, Shen Hongi reached for Lai Feifei’s bag, but Lai Feifei clutched it tightly to herself.
"It’s Zaizai’s milk, sothing for him!"
Lai Feifei proclaid seriously.
"Crazy woman..."
...
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Later that evening, Li Zhiyan drove his rcedes E-Class while staring at the emblem up front as he pulled into Bamboo Inn.
This restaurant, with its spacious courtyard, held certain nostalgic mories for him.
Just at the entrance, Li Zhiyan noticed a Wuling MINI and an Audi A6 parked nearby.
Aunt Rong was standing in front of the MINI. Her attire today seed far less deliberate—she’d thrown on a fairly ordinary cheongsam.
Compared to the black dress she wore the day she confessed to him, today’s outfit fell miles short—but even then, her seductive aura remained impossible to hide.
In the eastern world, Aunt Rong embodied a true fox spirit; in the west, she’d be the legendary Enchanting Demon. No sane man could possibly resist Aunt Rong’s allure.
Aunt Shen and Aunt Lai, on the other hand, were dressed impeccably.
Aunt Shen wore a white professional suit paired with silk Valentino stockings and long legs, exuding an icy yet charming elegance.
The holiness exuded by her white professional attire was palpable.
Thinking of Aunt Shen’s Valentino brilliance, Li Zhiyan couldn’t control the searing heat rising within him.
To him, Aunt Shen was equally irresistibly captivating.
Aunt Zaizai, however, opted for a black skirt suit, with the hemline neatly covering half her thighs.
Below, her legs were impeccably wrapped in sheer black stockings, complented by delicate stiletto heels—a stunningly alluring contrast.
The striking beauty of Shanghai socialites certainly lived up to its reputation, as Li Zhiyan felt a peculiar emotion toward Aunt Zaizai—tinged with a special air.
As his three aunts waited for him together, Li Zhiyan swallowed slightly, his heart swelling with happiness.
"Baby!"
"Sweetheart!"
"Zaizai!"
The three won simultaneously approached Li Zhiyan, noticing he hadn’t arrived in the Audi A6 they’d given him.
He Yanrong felt a pang of disappointnt in her heart—perhaps her baby had already made a choice. At the sa ti, she sighed quietly in relief.
Choosing Shen Hongi would be the best outco.
Shen Hongi approached her Audi’s rear, opened the trunk, and handed Li Zhiyan a small bag.
"Sweetheart, Aunt brought you a birthday gift."
Li Zhiyan accepted Aunt Shen’s gift, his curiosity piqued.
"What is this, Aunt?"
Soon, Aunt Zaizai unveiled the answer to his question.
"Hongi, you really went all out!"
Lai Feifei silently cursed such shaless tactics—using money to win over her Zaizai!
"It’s a Richard Mille watch."
"Though it’s a beginner model, it still costs over five hundred thousand!"
"You’re really sothing!"
Lai Feifei exclaid in astonishnt. Li Zhiyan was equally stunned—a watch worth over half a million!
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