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The next morning, as Li Zhiyan woke up, the mories from the previous day began flooding back into his mind.
The foreign woman treated him to a lunch worth tens of thousands to celebrate his birthday; Aunt Lai gifted him a gold brick; Aunt Rong knitted him a sweater; Aunt Shen gave him a luxury watch worth over half a million; Aunt Zhao gifted him a computer tower equipped with a 4090 graphics card—and on top of all that, Aunt Lai even expressed feelings for him!
Although things hadn’t officially started yet, it was evident Aunt Lai wanted to wait until her relatives had left before taking the next step with him.
Yesterday, Li Zhiyan had noticed Aunt Lai’s intentions!
It truly felt like a dream-like day! Thinking about it, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel incredulous.
While brushing his teeth, Li Zhiyan casually ordered a 500Hz high-refresh-rate monitor online.
A computer this good simply couldn’t be held back by a subpar monitor—that would be such a waste.
After freshening up, as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, Li Zhiyan saw Aunt Zhao walking over with a plate of delicious breakfast.
Today, Aunt Zhao’s steps seed slightly unsteady—probably because of the red wine she drank last night, as her alcohol tolerance wasn’t great.
"Aunt."
As Zhao Shumin set down the food, Li Zhiyan hugged her tightly from behind.
Feeling Li Zhiyan’s warmth and enthusiasm, Zhao Shumin’s heart raced nervously—young people were truly overflowing with energy.
"Xiao Yan, hurry and eat your breakfast."
"You’ve got work later. Now that your birthday is over, stop overthinking and focus well on your job."
"Got it, Aunt."
Li Zhiyan didn’t push Aunt Zhao further—so things, if taken too far, might backfire instead.
Sitting down, Li Zhiyan asked, "Aunt Zhao."
"Have you thought about what I asked before?"
"What are you referring to?"
"The seven-day agreent—what do you think about canceling it?"
"Xiao Yan, give Aunt so ti to truly think it through, okay?"
"Aunt, if seven days doesn’t work, how about three days instead?"
"Let Aunt think about it."
Clearly dodging the topic, Aunt Zhao was genuinely worried that Li Zhiyan might beco too absorbed and unable to pull himself out.
She felt her age weighing heavily—after her recent birthday, the sense of fading youth hit Zhao Shumin even harder.
Although her figure and features remained impressively beautiful, how long could that truly last? Zhao Shumin constantly felt that Li Zhiyan’s ti with her was being wasted.
"Alright then, Aunt—please decide soon."
As breakfast continued, the atmosphere grew a bit quieter, and Aunt Zhao found herself disliking the stillness.
"Xiao Yan, Aunt’s got good news for you—last night, all the custom-designed clothes you listed online for Aunt were sold out!"
"I told you they’d sell, Aunt!"
"Mm! This ti, Aunt is planning to spend on higher-quality fabrics."
Chatting with Li Zhiyan about this, Zhao Shumin’s heart filled with anticipation for the future.
...
anwhile, in her villa, Lai Feifei began to slowly wake up.
Truthfully, this wasn’t Feifei’s usual waking hour—morning was far from her preferred activity window.
In this regard, she was oddly reminiscent of the Standees from *Ultraman Tiga.*
She woke up out of sheer urgency—yesterday, Aunt Lai had indeed drunk far too much, and at the mont, Feifei felt as though she might explode.
Once in the restroom and seated on the toilet, she finally felt total relief—gradually sobering up.
A flood of mories rushed back into her mind, and the face of the cold, aloof Shanghai socialite Feifei turned beet red.
Drunken Feifei was way too bold—how could she, in her hazy state, manage to snatch Li Zhiyan out of the grasp of those two tiger-like won?
What’s more, she even declared she was going to date Li Zhiyan!
To aloof Shanghai socialite Feifei, Li Zhiyan had always just been a particularly endearing junior.
But now here she was, actively proposing a relationship—and Xiao Yan had actually agreed!
How on earth was she supposed to face Xiao Yan after this?
Thinking about it, Feifei felt like her world was collapsing under her—how had she done sothing so ridiculously out of character? It didn’t align with her image as the elegant Shanghai socialite at all—how was she supposed to show her face now?
"Maybe I should just drink a little more. Getting tipsy might help feel less embarrassed."
With this thought, Zaizai’s face flushed even deeper. Could she simply pretend this whole situation had never happened?
But Xiao Yan had already agreed—if she went back on it now, wouldn’t Xiao Yan feel hurt?
Her mind constantly turning over these bizarre thoughts, Lai Feifei decided to freshen up again.
Returning to bed, Lai Feifei grabbed a bottle of red wine from the bedside table, opened it, and mixed it with a can of Rang Zaizai—the result was a unique milk wine cocktail.
Giving it a shake, Feifei hurriedly drank it, hoping the alcohol might ease her embarrassnt.
However, why did her wrist seem so sore? Glancing at the trash bin, Lai Feifei suddenly understood, and the realization made her feel even more mortified.
Clearly, drinking hadn’t helped—thinking about quitting alcohol, Feifei continued sipping away.
After a while, Aunt Lai started to feel the effects of the alcohol once again.
"Didn’t I say those two petty won are no match for ? I casually snatched Zaizai away without breaking a sweat!"
Rembering her triumphant feat of getting past the two dominant won to win Li Zhiyan, Lai Feifei couldn’t help but feel utterly smug.
He Yanrong and Shen Hongi probably thought they were unbeatable, but Feifei had proven she was even bolder!
Now, she felt determined more than ever to seize this opportunity and keep Zaizai by her side—for Zaizai to pick her, once and for all!
As for the earlier embarrassnt, it had completely vanished—replaced by nothing but giddy confidence and pride.
"It’s ti to call my Zaizai!"
"This afternoon, I’ll go et Zaizai for a date!"
Zaizai cheerfully grabbed her phone and dialed Li Zhiyan—morning plans were out of the question, though, since Feifei truly couldn’t get herself out of bed at that hour.
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