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Chapter 45 - 045, of course you are my Zaizai!

Chapter 45: 045, of course you are my Zaizai!

Li Zhiyan really didn’t expect it—Lai Feifei actually kissed him fiercely again.

Last time, Lai Feifei thought she was dying, and did something like this.

But today...

Could it be that Aunt Lai is addicted to kissing?

However, after learning that Lai Feifei had been harassed by Lai Tianming for money...

He felt that Lai Feifei might really be drunk out of her mind today!

After kissing Li Zhiyan...

At this moment, Lai Feifei became a bit more sober.

She’s always been the type to get drunk no matter how much she drinks, but never fully blackout—just the kind of hazy drunkard.

The blonde across from them didn’t believe for a second that the two of them knew each other.

He merely thought Li Zhiyan had come to steal the "mature beauty" he had set his sights on.

Such a stunning "mature beauty" was his target without a doubt.

He didn’t expect a wildcard to suddenly appear and disrupt his plans—this kid, it was clear he was here to take away his woman. How could he tolerate that?

Before long, he saw this woman, who had sent his blood racing, kiss Li Zhiyan.

In an instant, rage and humiliation consumed him.

"What the hell are you doing, you filthy slut!"

"I go to you, and you refuse, but now you’re grabbing just anyone to kiss?!"

He was the kind of thug who had dropped out in middle school—cut from the roughest cloth, and with no sense of decorum, combined with being drunk, the scene before him fueled his anger to a boiling point.

After kissing Li Zhiyan once, Lai Feifei kissed his cheek again.

She then buried her head against his chest, rubbing softly.

In a woozy mutter, she murmured, "Zaizai..."

"Aunt Lai likes you best."

Li Zhiyan clenched his fists tightly, sizing up the hooligan across from him and snapping, "Get your GDM’s filthy mouth cleaned up while you talk to me!"

To be fair, Li Zhiyan’s personality has always been mild—thanks to the strict traditional upbringing of his Chinese parents.

He’s always been polite, humble, and disciplined, holding firm disdain for gambling and drugs.

But now, hearing this thug curse Aunt Lai, he couldn’t suppress his anger at all.

The blonde thug wasn’t the type to take a defeat lying down. He swung a punch toward Li Zhiyan.

Holding Lai Feifei in his arms, Li Zhiyan instinctively punched back at the thug’s wrist.

Nowadays, he’s much quicker in reacting compared to before.

His punch landed accurately on the thug’s wrist.

Sharp pain surged—causing the blonde to gnash his teeth.

Again, he threw another punch, but once more, his wrist was struck by Li Zhiyan!

The sound of the impact rang out, and Lai Feifei sobered up a little upon hearing it.

"Xiao Yan, watch out!"

The thug was now thoroughly enraged.

Rising to his feet, he charged at Li Zhiyan, but Li Zhiyan wasn’t about to dodge. He rushed forward himself and aimed a swift kick directly at the thug’s stomach.

The thug clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground.

His heart was filled with dissatisfaction.

Still trying to fight, he charged at Li Zhiyan again, and soon, the commotion was drawing the attention of nearby onlookers.

After getting beaten several more rounds...

The thug finally admitted defeat. He turned and ran away, knowing full well that he’d been the aggressor here, and with cameras in the bar capturing everything, trying to frame Li Zhiyan would be useless—and even if the police got involved, he wouldn’t come out ahead.

Once the thug fled, the gathered crowd slowly dispersed as well.

"Aunt Lai, let’s leave here now—this place is filled with smoke everywhere!"

Having sobered up more, Lai Feifei felt a lingering fear deep down. What if that thug had brought a knife? Besides, he might not hesitate to gather others to seek revenge.

These jobless troublemakers are capable of anything.

For now, leaving here seemed the safest option!

After walking several streets away, Lai Feifei finally relaxed. Her cheeks were flushed red.

She wasn’t sure whether it was from kissing Li Zhiyan earlier or from walking too fast.

"Aunt Lai, how could you go to a chaotic place like a bar? There are all kinds of people there—a complete mess."

Li Zhiyan’s voice carried evident worry and reproach.

"If I hadn’t happened to pass by, who knows what that thug might have done."

Lai Feifei held onto Li Zhiyan’s hand, a bit dazed.

She truly hadn’t expected that at forty-plus years old, she would be scolded by a twenty-year-old.

But today had really been too dangerous.

"Zaizai, don’t blame Auntie."

"Auntie was just annoyed by Lai Tianming—my mood was terrible, okay..."

Looking at Lai Feifei shaking his arm, Li Zhiyan felt as though his heart was melting.

A mature beauty pulling on his arm pleading for forgiveness in such a way...

Li Zhiyan truly couldn’t help how much he liked it. When Aunt Lai drinks too much—she’s not only full of teasing words but also unbearably adorable!

He thought Aunt Lai’s WeChat username shouldn’t be "No Cilantro Please."

It should be changed to "Aunt Lai Can’t Wake Up."

"Aunt Lai, anyway, don’t come to these kinds of places to drink anymore. If you want to drink, you can ask Aunt Shen or Aunt Rong to join you."

"Or just drink at home instead."

This drunkard drinks once a month, but every time she drinks, it lasts for thirty days straight.

So asking her to quit drinking was impossible. Besides, deep down, Li Zhiyan always believed that if someone didn’t have at least one indulgent hobby in their lifetime...

Then living would be no better than being a walking corpse. Aunt Lai’s drinking made her happy, and that’s okay.

She just couldn’t drink in such dangerous places.

"Got it, Zaizai."

"Aunt Lai will change."

Li Zhiyan: "Aunt Lai, why are you calling me Zaizai again?"

In the past, when Lai Feifei got drunk, she’d always call him Xiao Yan-baby. Though it made him feel awkward...

He could tolerate it back then.

But now this crazy woman was directly calling him Zaizai.

"Last time, Auntie fed you—of course you’re Auntie’s Zaizai!"

"Come, let Auntie hold you."

As she spoke, Lai Feifei stepped forward and hugged Li Zhiyan.

"Anyway, Xiao Yan, you’ll always be Auntie’s Zaizai!"

Saying this, Lai Feifei softly patted Li Zhiyan’s face. The maternal warmth in her gaze made Li Zhiyan feel awkward.

He couldn’t help but think Aunt Lai really had begun seeing him as her son.

Following that, Lai Feifei looked at him with drunkenly tender eyes and murmured warmly, "Zaizai, sweet Zaizai, call me Mommy."

"Mommy’s Maybach is yours as a gift."