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He Yanrong, this woman, really has such a sultry appearance.
Even if she does nothing at all.
As long as Li Zhiyan looks at that pretty face and the faint lines at the corners of her eyes.
He immediately feels a surge of hormones rushing through his body.
And the fact that she is Liu Jinxin's mother.
Makes Li Zhiyan's heart feel a particular kind of excitement.
At the same time, he also realized that He Yanrong was genuinely agitated.
He could tell that He Yanrong's temperament was the gentle and refined type, akin to a Jiangnan lady.
Moreover, she handles things with utmost gentleness and care, paired with that sultry face.
Which truly made Li Zhiyan's heart flutter uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, Li Zhiyan also felt genuinely happy about the opportunity to work part-time for Shen Hongmei.
It wasn't just about earning extra money; the most important thing was getting to see Shen Hongmei more often.
Ever since that incident with Shen Hongmei, Li Zhiyan had become absolutely enamored with everything about her.
Some sensations—only after experiencing them do you fully understand.
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more."
Looking at the two best friends who were glaring at her, Lai Feifei swiftly backed down.
"I'll go sort this out…"
After leaving the private room, He Yanrong felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
Over the years, she had pampered her daughter far too much.
Which is why she had allowed her to be so willful.
But truly, deep inside, wasn't there a part of her that craved that feeling of spoon-feeding someone?
"I must have a good talk with my daughter!"
He Yanrong thought to herself.
...
Inside the private room, Lai Feifei lay on the bed, enjoying the foot massage from the female technician.
The beauty in her mature and alluring face exuded pleasure.
"Xiao Yan, bring me a bottle of cocktail."
"Forget it, Aunt Lai, I don't want to drink…"
"Besides, I've got work tomorrow."
Since that time Shen Hongmei had pressured him into drinking, Li Zhiyan still found the experience unforgettable—the feeling of being drunk was truly unpleasant.
"What, are you looking down on your Aunt Lai now?"
Lai Feifei thought perhaps Li Zhiyan disliked the cocktail because she had already drunk from it.
Without hesitation, Lai Feifei extended her tongue and carefully licked all around the bottle's rim.
"Don't despise your aunt."
"Your aunt brushes her teeth every day; her mouth is fragrant—if you don't believe me, come taste and see if your aunt's tongue is fragrant."
"Not just fragrant, but smooth too."
She placed the licked cocktail in front of Li Zhiyan.
Lai Feifei urged Li Zhiyan to drink the cocktail.
Shen Hongmei's eyes widened in disbelief; she genuinely couldn't understand why Lai Feifei was so fond of Li Zhiyan.
It's not like there weren't any men in their social circle.
After all, in a society built on connections, everyone had their share of social interactions.
But Lai Feifei would treat all those middle-aged men with indifference, maintaining normal boundaries in her dealings.
Yet ever since Li Zhiyan had entered their circle, it seemed like Lai Feifei had suddenly decided to let loose and constantly tease him.
It was as though she truly regarded Li Zhiyan as a little kid.
"Lai Feifei, you crazy woman, tone it down a bit—don't corrupt the kid!"
"What's the matter, Hongmei? Jealous, huh?"
"Makes sense. I can see there's something between you two—you're just afraid I'll steal Xiao Yan away from you."
"Fine, you take care of feeding Xiao Yan, and I'll stay far away from him."
"We're all women here—there's nothing to worry about."
At that moment, Shen Hongmei looked exasperated—this crazy woman with her endless provocative words.
Soon, He Yanrong returned to the private room and, after sitting down in front of Li Zhiyan.
She gently wiped every inch of his foot with a warm towel and then began massaging him with her soft, smooth hands.
Although she had changed into a white qipao, Li Zhiyan felt that her face still looked so sultry.
This woman, truly, seemed born for that word!
Thankfully, his ability to remain composed was decent—earlier, when no one was paying attention, he had adjusted his posture slightly.
That way, there would be no visible clues.
"Xiao Yan, hurry up and drink—don't tell me you're rejecting your aunt."
"If you don't drink, fine—your aunt will punish you by sending you to find Aunt Rong. Let Aunt Rong feed you then!"
Li Zhiyan swallowed hard.
My dear Aunt Lai, how do you plan on carrying out this punishment?
He Yanrong's face flushed red again.
Experienced and knowledgeable women generally have more resilience in their hearts.
But no one could withstand the incessant teasing from this booze-fueled madwoman, Lai Feifei.
"Come on, drink it…"
"Drink it quickly, or your aunt will really be heartbroken."
Under Lai Feifei's relentless urging.
Li Zhiyan finally downed the cocktail that had been licked by Lai Feifei.
For some reason, Li Zhiyan genuinely felt a hint of sweetness.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
But he was sure that he had just swallowed his Aunt Lai's saliva!
As he drank, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but mentally picture a scene of himself kissing Aunt Lai.
Imagining her constantly passing saliva to him…
No, that's not right…
That scene isn't right. He needed to restrain himself.
But his subtle reaction didn't escape the attentive eyes of He Yanrong, who was sitting so close to him.
Shen Hongmei, too, took in the scene clearly.
Her heart churned with a sour feeling, as if she had swallowed a jar of aged vinegar.
Due to the special connection she had with Li Zhiyan.
Shen Hongmei felt an unusually strong attachment to him—seeing him drink from the same cocktail as Lai Feifei.
She couldn't help but feel as though something that belonged to her had been taken away.
However, her cold and reserved face betrayed none of these emotions—she had always maintained a strong disposition, though the sourness kept bubbling up inside her uncontrollably.
"Feifei, you're treating Xiao Yan so well—is he your illegitimate child or something?"
"I think that's entirely plausible."
Faced with Lai Feifei's provocative chatter, He Yanrong finally retaliated.
While massaging Li Zhiyan's feet, she launched a mental counterattack.
"How do you know that, Yanrong?"
He Yanrong had clearly underestimated Lai Feifei's mental resilience.
For a drunken madwoman, verbal teasing was hardly intimidating.
"Actually, Xiao Yan is my son."
"I even fed him last night."
"Xiao Yan, call me Mom."
Li Zhiyan: "..."
When Shen Hongmei had first introduced him to Aunt Lai, Li Zhiyan thought that Lai Feifei was unusually free-spirited in her speech.
But looking back now, she had been quite restrained!
"Although, I'm rather empty-handed right now—not the real deal, you know."
"Yanrong, how about you help feed my baby boy?"
"You've got the real stuff, and can make sure my son gets full."
"I'm counting on you."
He Yanrong, who was massaging Li Zhiyan's feet, instinctively applied more pressure to his foot.
The perfectly adjusted force elicited a soft sigh from Li Zhiyan…
"See? Even my son feels comfortable hearing this."
"Yanrong…"
He Yanrong's face turned bright red, and Li Zhiyan even felt her hands grow warmer.