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The stockings in his pocket were torn. Li Zhiyan gently caressed Shen Hongi’s stockings.
mories of the afternoon with Shen Hongi and the passionate kiss that lasted re minutes earlier lingered in his mind.
If only Aunt Shen could always stay in this drunk state.
Li Zhiyan thought to himself.
He glanced at the Maybach S480 parked by the roadside, returned to his rented apartnt to grab the keys, and started the car’s engine.
Lai Feifei had ntioned before that the longest drive her car ever had was the few dozen kiloters between the 4S dealership and her ho.
That’s why, compared to cars driven daily, its battery always felt undercharged.
Unlocking the car, he settled into the Maybach.
Surrounded by the impossibly luxurious ambient lighting, Li Zhiyan sat in the driver’s seat, indulging in the illusion of being the true owner of this Maybach.
"Living in a villa, driving a Maybach—this is the life that truly defines Shanghai."
"And what ordinary people live is just pure, unadulterated sweatshop drudgery."
Looking at his ager $15,000 in savings, Li Zhiyan felt a deep sense of security.
Then, he returned to the internet, continuing his frantic cram session for knowledge.
He finally grasped why people say knowledge is power!
The $30,000 he earned today was all thanks to him cramming German history and dissecting countless articles critiquing German history in order to close the deal with that German expat and secure the contract.
Of course, he understood the root of his ability was still his golden finger—a mystical gift that allowed him a glimpse into future intelligence.
Because of it, his future brimd with infinite possibilities.
Fixating his gaze on the three-pointed star ornant at the front of the car, Li Zhiyan felt a swell of confidence in his future!
Just then, a passing young woman with a spirited deanor asked him for his WeChat.
This made Li Zhiyan laugh and shake his head in disbelief. Driving a car like this, people really might mistake him for a trust-fund baby.
...
After returning ho, Shen Hongi headed straight for a shower.
The weather had been unbearably hot lately.
Ever since her husband passed away, Xu Qianqian had basically stopped staying at ho, spending her school breaks hanging out at her "best friend’s" place.
Shen Hongi had always deed her daughter a particularly obedient and good child.
So, she never really concerned herself with Xu Qianqian.
As she showered, the alcohol began to wear off gradually.
A deep sense of regret stirred within her; drinking had once again caused her to lose control.
She knew in her heart it was the loneliness—years upon years of utter solitude—that had consud her.
That haunting, soul-deep loneliness was sothing beyond her ability to eradicate.
And what happened during her parting with Li Zhiyan only compounded her feelings of sha, leaving her utterly mortified. The ties between her and Li Zhiyan had now grown impossibly tangled and complex.
Among the "Shanghai Three Aunts," Shen Hongi’s heart was in complete disarray.
anwhile, in her air-conditioned office, He Yanrong also couldn’t settle herself. She was scrolling through pages on German history.
Her mind replayed the image of Li Zhiyan today, speaking fluent German while conversing about German history. His drinking prowess only added to the impression—this kid was undoubtedly a prodigy.
"Rongrong, aren’t you feeling lonely too?"
"All these years, your heart’s probably been aching with loneliness, hasn’t it?"
"I think you’ve developed feelings for that Li Zhiyan."
"Don’t talk nonsense..."
A faint blush of embarrassnt spread across He Yanrong’s alluring face.
"I bet if you made the first move, you’d have him wrapped around your finger!"
"They say when n chase won, it’s like crossing mountains, but when won chase n, it’s just a thin veil standing in between."
"One decisive move from you, and that kid would obediently fall for you hook, line, and sinker!"
"Stop spouting rubbish!"
He Yanrong’s face reflected irritation. She genuinely didn’t have any intentions like that. Seeing her displeasure, Liu Li quickly shifted the subject.
In comparison, the quietest of all was the tipsy Lai Feifei.
She sprawled beneath her blanket in an exaggerated "大" shape, enjoying the cool breeze of the air conditioner.
She kept murmuring in her sleep.
"Zaizai, I’m truly your biological mother."
"If you don’t believe , I can get Director Shen to testify."
"She was the one who delivered you back then. Your mom had a hard labor giving birth to you."
...
Ti swiftly reached nine o’clock.
Li Zhiyan set off for Zhao Shumin’s company. On the way, his thoughts wandered extensively.
He realized that the intelligence he received was mostly connected to people with ties to him.
And in monts when the aunts were in danger, the intelligence invariably surfaced.
"Perhaps the ergence of this information is tied to my innermost desires."
Li Zhiyan didn’t mull over this too deeply.
At Zhao Shumin’s company, most of the coworkers had already left for the day. Even the young woman who had a spat with Zhao Shumin yesterday had apologized to her today.
In these tis, everyone knew how hard it was just to keep going. Within a company, no one wanted to foster bad blood. After all, you’d run into the sa people day in and day out, and such grudges only brought unnecessary trouble.
Zhao Shumin understood this well, and she reconciled with the female coworker.
The cake that Li Zhiyan brought her last night had truly comforted her.
As she picked up her patched and re-stitched canvas bag, ready to leave for the day, the boss, Liu Changsheng, suddenly stepped out.
"Xiao Zhao."
"You stay behind to work overti."
Liu Changsheng, at 45, was older than Zhao Shumin.
Thus, he habitually referred to her as "Xiao Zhao."
Zhao Shumin wanted to head ho, but defying her boss’s orders wasn’t an option. She knew all too well that layoffs were common everywhere these days.
Plenty of people were struggling to pay their mortgages.
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