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Chapter 43: Fox Seductress!

Chapter 43: Fox Seductress!

Regarding He Yanrong’s peculiar expression, Li Zhiyan understood perfectly well.

The breastfeeding period often caused such unexpected incidents.

However, he didn’t expose it.

After the examinees placed their ID cards and other personal belongings under surveillance, under the supervision of the vehicle management office staff,

the two of them lined up in front of the exam venue.

Li Zhiyan and He Yanrong stood in line together, but at that moment, He Yanrong appeared a bit uneasy.

This made Li Zhiyan acutely aware of He Yanrong’s embarrassment.

He kept thinking about it even after sitting down for the exam.

In his mind, he couldn’t stop picturing He Yanrong’s flirtatious and charming face.

Every time he saw He Yanrong’s face, Li Zhiyan felt as if he had taken some sort of drug.

"Focus on the exam..."

Reciting this silently to himself, Li Zhiyan began answering the questions for Subject 1.

For an average person, preparation for this kind of test would involve practicing questions for at least a few weeks, but for Li Zhiyan, the difficulty level was as low as it could possibly get.

He could instantly pull up every single question from his memory without effort.

...

By this point, He Yanrong was feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

The sensation from her body was awkward and abnormal, an accidental leakage beyond her control.

At this moment, a thought crossed her mind: She needed to wean her daughter off breastfeeding. She had been too indulgent and permissive with her for far too long.

Her lifestyle had truly become inconvenient at times.

Forcing herself to dismiss such thoughts, He Yanrong focused intently on answering her questions. She had been working on practice tests diligently for a full month for Subject 1.

No matter what, she had to pass this time.

Before long, Li Zhiyan casually completed the exam and scored 100 points, leaving the test area.

He waited quietly outside for He Yanrong to come out.

Soon, he spotted a man with a troubled expression preparing for a retake, which piqued his curiosity. He wondered how anyone could fail such a simple test as Subject 1.

About ten minutes later, He Yanrong emerged.

By now, the front of her T-shirt was covered in visible splotches of moisture, the color distinctly darker in those areas.

Embarrassed to the point of wishing she could disappear into the ground, He Yanrong dreaded having to return to the hall later to pick up her bag. It was mortifying.

Ahead, a few people in line raised their heads, about to notice her predicament.

Just as He Yanrong was drowning in embarrassment, Li Zhiyan stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms.

"Aunt Rong, let’s go over there."

Li Zhiyan pulled He Yanrong toward the stairwell corner. At that moment, he completely lost control of his instincts.

Every time he saw this seductive, enchanting woman, his hormones seemed to spiral out of control.

This alluring, provocative charm was something no other older woman could replicate.

At that moment, Li Zhiyan also realized just how incredible Aunt Rong’s figure was—absolutely captivating!

Quickly holding He Yanrong close as they walked to the stairwell corner,

Li Zhiyan swiftly removed his T-shirt and handed it to her.

"Aunt Rong, put this on for now."

He Yanrong’s cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment, but Li Zhiyan genuinely solved her immediate problem.

"Hmm, thank you, Xiao Yan."

Afterward, shirtless, Li Zhiyan accompanied He Yanrong to collect her belongings and ID card.

Although there was some lingering awkwardness, after having endured poverty,

Li Zhiyan believed that nothing could be more embarrassing than being poor.

...

Outside the vehicle management office, Li Zhiyan’s T-shirt had noticeably absorbed He Yanrong’s scent.

He could distinctly smell the aroma coming from her body.

Feeling a little hungry, Li Zhiyan suddenly recalled Aunt Dragon Fruit’s peculiar saying: "Eat from the aunt, and you’ll be her child!"

He jokingly thought to himself how much he wished he were Aunt Rong’s child. After all, wasn’t he just a 200-something-month-old baby himself?

"Xiao Yan."

"Aunt isn’t quite free today. Let’s add each other on WeChat."

"I’ll have to head back now."

"Last time, we didn’t exchange WeChat. In the future, we can chat when there’s nothing going on."

Originally, He Yanrong thought she wouldn’t interact much with Li Zhiyan.

But unexpectedly, they ended up at the same driving school, and with what happened today, Li Zhiyan had helped her out of a mortifying situation.

Unknowingly, her opinion of him improved significantly.

Back when Li Zhiyan had casually conversed in German with Mia,

He Yanrong had already quietly admired her son’s classmate.

Who could have predicted their paths would cross so often, even during a test like this?

"Alright..."

After exchanging WeChat contacts, He Yanrong returned Li Zhiyan’s T-shirt.

She got into an Audi A6 waiting for her outside—a car that clearly had some years on it.

Li Zhiyan caught a glimpse of the driver, a woman in her fifties. With just one look, he could tell that she was probably a technician of some sort.

Her demeanor made it obvious—her profession was written all over her.

"At least I’ve added Aunt Rong on WeChat now."

That afternoon, Li Zhiyan spent time in an internet café playing games and killing time, waiting for evening updates on intelligence.

However, the faint milky scent lingering on his T-shirt kept him distracted.

His thoughts repeatedly returned to holding He Yanrong in his arms, and the sight of her heavily made-up, alluring face.

For people with poor bone structure, heavy makeup could look ghastly, resembling a monster.

But on He Yanrong, the makeup seemed to ignite his hormones, entirely beyond his control. His thoughts were consumed by her seductive face.

...

Back in the old A6, Liu Li glanced at the flustered state of He Yanrong in the passenger seat.

She teased, "Why so disheveled?"

"Don’t tell me you were feeding that kid?"

"What nonsense are you saying?"

Already struggling with embarrassment, He Yanrong’s face turned even redder.

"Xiao He, you’re way too soft on your daughter. She’s nearly an adult, and you still haven’t weaned her."

"But you seem unusually close to that boy. Let me give you some advice as a friend."

"In our line of work, you can’t afford to develop feelings for a man, or you’ll end up miserably deceived."

"Especially with those broke college students."

Blushes continued spreading across He Yanrong’s enchanting features, but she didn’t say anything in response.

...

After work that evening, Li Zhiyan returned home and decided to brush up on German history.

The German clients for Shen Hongmei’s company had a fondness for German history.

If he could casually join the conversations and assist Aunt Shen, Li Zhiyan was more than happy to help.

But after studying until ten o’clock, Li Zhiyan found himself utterly incapable of focusing anymore.

The scent clinging to his T-shirt was so natural and unadulterated.

It left him restless and distracted. This was the kind of all-natural fragrance money couldn’t buy!

"Time to relax."

Li Zhiyan lay down and scrolled through He Yanrong’s WeChat moments, but they were limited to the past six months, and she hadn’t posted anything new in that time.

Her profile picture, though, was a photo of herself. Clicking on it, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

"How did Liu Jinxin’s mom turn out so stunning and alluring? She’s the perfect example of a femme fatale, a vixen!"

Just as he prepared to unwind,

the door opened, and Zhao Shumin walked in carrying two slices of watermelon, clearly intending to share them with Li Zhiyan.

But upon entering, her expression froze, and the watermelon in her hands fell to the floor.