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"Xiao Yan, don’t..."
"Don’t do this..."
Zhao Shumin never dread that Li Zhiyan would taste her finger.
The sensation of his tongue touching her fingertip.
Made Zhao Shumin instinctively close her eyes tightly.
For so many years, as a divorced middle-aged woman, Zhao Shumin had felt incredibly lonely; this was a woman’s natural instinct.
Compared to a young woman’s, Zhao Shumin’s heart was far more suppressed.
The feeling of Li Zhiyan kissing her fingertip.
Caused her voice to grow unusually shaky.
However, Li Zhiyan didn’t stop there.
Soon after, he kissed two of Zhao Shumin’s fingers.
"Aunt..."
Zhao Shumin gently held Li Zhiyan’s head.
"Alright, child."
"You should rest now."
In that mont, Li Zhiyan felt suffocated, realizing that he had been a bit impulsive.
After Zhao Shumin left.
Her natural scent seed to linger at Li Zhiyan’s nose, making him continually recall the taste of Zhao Shumin’s fingertips.
His mind involuntarily drifted to Zhao Shumin’s alluring curves, richly imbued with femininity.
"Aunt Zhao really is extraordinarily beautiful."
"If she could dress a little more feminine, it would be perfect."
Li Zhiyan thought to himself as a wave of drowsiness overca him.
Soon, he drifted off to sleep.
Li Zhiyan fell asleep quickly, but it was a completely different story for Zhao Shumin.
Falling asleep for soone her age was already more challenging than for younger people; and today’s events, feeling nearly dreamlike, stirred profound emotions in her psyche.
That itch—seemingly from the depths of her soul.
Made it hard for Zhao Shumin to relax or find peace.
"Xiao Yan treats like a real woman, doesn’t he?"
"But I’m more than twenty years older than him—old enough to be his mother."
Zhao Shumin felt incredulous but also experienced a faint sense of delight in her heart.
All won hope to be loved; it’s a biological instinct.
Of course, Zhao Shumin was no exception. After much hesitation, she finally decided to let her guard down and relax.
...
The days that followed were rather calm.
Zhao Shumin continued to cook als for Li Zhiyan, as this had beco a routine between the two of them.
Perhaps because of the 100,000 yuan prize he won from scratch tickets a few days prior,
Li Zhiyan didn’t refresh scratch ticket information anymore.
But with 120,000 yuan in savings, he now felt utterly unbothered; having money gave a man confidence.
The system’s reward had already been issued!
Li Zhiyan visited his small supermarket, which was indeed quite small.
There was only one clerk.
The way she called him "boss" made Li Zhiyan feel utterly captivated.
In the blink of an eye, the day finally arrived when Shen Hongi’s company would host German clients.
In the early hours, the system refreshed its intelligence on schedule.
["Company president Catherine wants to crush you under her high heels for being an unruly employee."]
Li Zhiyan: "..."
["Tonight at 10 PM, Zhao Shumin’s boss plans to use overti as an excuse to keep her behind, then persuade her to be with him, promising to divorce his wife—and intends to physically harass her."]
["Xu Qianqian will use online loans today to buy a 12,000 yuan handbag."]
["Today both Lai Feifei and He Yanrong will be at Shen Hongi’s company."]
[A new task has been issued.]
[Help Shen Hongi secure the German clients. Task reward: A second small supermarket.]
"Another small supermarket!"
Just as Li Zhiyan was thrilled about this, the system issued a new task once again!
[A new task has been issued.]
[Save Zhao Shumin. Task reward: A Two Yuan Store.]
[Note: Minimum monthly profit of 1 yuan.]
Seeing the reward, Li Zhiyan’s heart was bursting with excitent!
He was about to beco the owner of three stores!
After washing up and returning to the room, Zhao Shumin was already waiting there with food prepared for him.
Ever since Zhao Shumin’s birthday last ti.
Li Zhiyan’s relationship with Zhao Shumin had noticeably ward up.
Now their connection felt like a genuine dynamic between elder and junior.
"Aunt Zhao, slls so good."
Li Zhiyan’s words made Zhao Shumin’s heartbeat quicken slightly. Since the last ti when Li Zhiyan had sucked on her fingers.
Gently kissed her fingertips.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that Li Zhiyan’s words carried veiled implications. As his elder, she resolved to steer him away from going down the wrong path.
"Yes, Xiao Yan, eat more."
As the two sat together eating, Zhao Shumin felt an unexplained sense of loss. Her T-shirt, which she had deliberately placed aside.
Remained untouched, which indicated.
Li Zhiyan really did feel her style wasn’t appealing enough.
If this continued, Li Zhiyan might act out in so way.
The consequences of that thought alone caused a twinge of fear in Zhao Shumin’s heart—she couldn’t let Xiao Yan turn into soone like that.
"Xiao Yan, do you think Aunt’s style isn’t sexy enough?"
Li Zhiyan was taken aback, finding it a bit unexpected that Zhao Shumin brought up the subject of clothing.
"Well, sort of, Aunt Zhao. Your style feels a bit old-fashioned—like from the last century."
"Soone as beautiful as you, I honestly think it’s a bit of a waste."
Li Zhiyan imagined what it would be like if Zhao Shumin swapped her current look for black stockings, a short skirt, heels, and a deep-V dress.
The re thought of it made his heart race uncomfortably.
"So you think Aunt should try wearing sothing different?"
"I think it’s worth a try."
Hearing Zhao Shumin express interest in experinting with a new wardrobe style, Li Zhiyan felt a wave of eager anticipation.
"What should Aunt wear then?"
"I think starting with heels and stockings would be perfect."
"Those two items are the epito of femininity."
Zhao Shumin’s gaze drifted toward Li Zhiyan’s drawer; she knew he kept sothing stored there.
In truth, Li Zhiyan wasn’t inherently the kind of person she suspected. The black stockings and heels he’d brought back from Shen Hongi were important for sentintal reasons.
They symbolized his first life experience—shared with Aunt Shen, a tall woman with voluptuous legs! The stockings were given to him by the curvaceous Lai Feifei, who had insisted while drunk. Li Zhiyan didn’t actually have a fetish for collecting such items.
He simply wasn’t that kind of person.
"High heels and stockings—a mistress just loved wearing those kinds of things."
Zhao Shumin recalled how a certain mistress favored such items.
Instinctively, her heart resisted the idea.
"Aunt Zhao, you shouldn’t have any aversion to this."
"Your ex-husband wasn’t worth much, was he? Just because that woman wore them doesn’t an you can’t. Everything from the past is already over."
"I really believe you’d look amazing in stockings and heels."
Zhao Shumin nodded softly, her eyes eting Li Zhiyan’s as she firmly said, "Xiao Yan, you’re right."
"Aunt shouldn’t keep focusing on the past."
"I should live in the present."
"Today, Aunt will buy a pair of stockings to try on."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Shumin’s pale, delicate face blushed deeply.
Could sothing like that really suit her?
If she wore them and then gave the stockings to Xiao Yan, maybe he wouldn’t feel tempted to steal things anymore.
After breakfast, the two headed downstairs.
As Zhao Shumin prepared to leave for work, Li Zhiyan called out, "Aunt Zhao, can I have a hug?"
"We won’t see each other all day—I’ll miss you."
Gazing at Zhao Shumin’s fair, snow-white skin, Li Zhiyan felt a rush of warmth flood through him.
"Alright..."
"Alright then."
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