And that captivating, sultry air of hers—it was truly one of a kind. Just one look, and you could feel the hormones racing through your veins.
Especially for soone like Li Zhiyan, a connoisseur of mature won, it had an unrivaled allure!
"Xiao Yan, your sweet talk is unmatched."
He Yanrong gave Li Zhiyan’s cheek a playful pinch, treating him like a child in her heart.
"How many people are ahead of you?"
"About twenty or so."
While waiting for his turn with the training car, Li Zhiyan’s thoughts wandered to Mia.
The premium, small-group training car sessions had fewer applicants due to the cost.
By contrast, the affordable sessions attracted large crowds.
After all, it was the economical choice to hone one’s driving skills.
It wasn’t uncommon for a single training car to be driven by an absurd number of people in one day.
"Then co chat with your aunt in the anti."
"Alright."
Having nothing better to do, Li Zhiyan locked his phone.
"Xiao Yan, you looked so engrossed just now. Were you texting your girlfriend?"
"No, I was studying Korean."
He Yanrong found herself admiring Li Zhiyan even more.
She was still amazed by the ti Li Zhiyan had helped Shen Hongi secure a major client by discussing German history with Lucas.
Every ti she recalled it, she couldn’t help but marvel at how outstanding Li Zhiyan was.
But now, to her surprise, this kid had taken up learning Korean on his own.
"Xiao Yan, you’re a true gem!"
"Is your girlfriend from Han Country?"
"Aunt Rong, stop teasing . I don’t even have a girlfriend."
"You an to tell , soone as great as you doesn’t have girls chasing after you?"
"Maybe it’s because I’m not into girls."
He Yanrong covered her mouth and giggled softly. Despite the veil hiding her eyes, the faint outline of her face still exuded an enchanting charm.
For Li Zhiyan, that alluring presence scored a solid nineteen out of ten in his heart.
"So... do you like boys then?"
"No, I like aunts."
He Yanrong froze for a mont in slight shock.
"I prefer older won."
He Yanrong asked in surprise, "Aunts? You an won around thirty? Sounds like a cougar-relationship."
"I’m into won in their forties. Soday, I want to find a forty-year-old woman to be my girlfriend."
He spoke casually, making conversation. Of course, Li Zhiyan had no intention of flirting with He Yanrong—after all, their relationship wasn’t there yet.
Flirting with her might lead to an irreversible fallout.
The Shanghai Three Aunts caught up with each other pretty often, and ruining his bond with He Yanrong might also strain his connections with Aunt Shen and Aunt Lai.
Li Zhiyan’s honest proclamation left even He Yanrong at a bit of a loss—forty years old?
She hadn’t entertained thoughts along those lines before.
But now, considering how Li Zhiyan had integrated himself into the lives of Shen Hongi and Lai Feifei, both wealthy won, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.
Could it be that Xiao Yan was interested in Shen Hongi? Or Lai Feifei?
"What’s so great about won in their forties anyway?"
"That’s so old."
"I think older won possess a real feminine charm. Being with them makes feel secure."
Li Zhiyan and He Yanrong carried on their conversation, with him openly sharing his thoughts.
Ever since his experience with Xu Qianqian and other young won misguided by toxic ideals, Li Zhiyan had lost interest in younger girls.
Of course, there were many mature won who were also led astray, and plenty of wonderful young won as well.
But Li Zhiyan had co to fully recognize his preferences.
Deep down, he was a die-hard mature woman enthusiast.
So, he chose to embrace his true self.
"Really now? So, do you like your Aunt Shen or your Aunt Lai?"
"I like them both."
"Aren’t you greedy!"
He Yanrong thought Li Zhiyan was joking.
But a part of her felt he could actually be serious.
At that mont, a greasy-looking man approached He Yanrong.
"Xiao He, long ti no see. Let’s grab dinner tonight?"
"I’ll treat you to hotpot."
The man’s lecherous gaze made Li Zhiyan feel utterly repulsed.
"Sorry, I’m not interested."
He Yanrong’s tone was ice-cold. She knew all too well that giving such a man even the slightest kindness would only embolden him.
"Don’t be shy, Xiao He. Give yourself a chance..."
Seeing this, Li Zhiyan grabbed He Yanrong’s hand and turned to the man, saying, "If you keep hitting on my mom, I’ll beat you up."
"That’s your son?"
The greasy man looked a little frightened. Nowadays, so young people acted without thinking, choosing violence on a whim. He worried that this kid might be one of them.
Having a family himself, the man feared nothing more than being taken to the police station, where his family would inevitably find out—what a ss that would be.
"Yes, he is. So what?"
He Yanrong took the initiative and held Li Zhiyan’s hand.
The man shot them a resentful glance before turning and leaving, too scared to continue harassing He Yanrong.
After he was gone, He Yanrong looked at Li Zhiyan gratefully and said, "Xiao Yan, you really helped Auntie out this ti."
"He’s one of Coach Liu’s students, but he keeps harassing ."
"Utterly shaless."
"It’s no big deal, Aunt Rong. Guys like him are obviously married with kids and are afraid of making things public if it escalates."
"He definitely won’t bother you again now."
He Yanrong’s gaze toward Li Zhiyan grew softer and increasingly appreciative.
"Xiao Yan, Auntie has to treat you to a nice al soti soon."
"Sure, Aunt Rong."
The two continued chatting, their bond growing warr and closer.
From the start, He Yanrong had deeply admired Li Zhiyan.
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