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Chapter 62: Entanglements with Wealthy and Enigmatic Aunties

Chapter 62: Entanglements with Wealthy and Enigmatic Aunties

"When you’re eating with the aunties, just focus on eating your meal. You don’t need to worry about anything else."

He Yanrong chimed in, "That’s right. From now on, when you go out to eat with us, don’t you dare take out your wallet again. It’s not easy being on your own in Shanghai."

"Exactly, Zaizai, your mom has money. How could we let you pay?"

"In the future, my Maybach and villa will be yours to inherit."

"Come home with Mom, and tonight, I’ll feed you."

Listening to Aunt Dragon Fruit’s words, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel a little itch deep inside — a kind of itch that came from the depths of his soul.

But Aunt Lai was really good at spinning fantasies.

She had her own biological son. How could she possibly leave her inheritance to him? These were just words to listen to and not take seriously. Aunt Lai had talked about feeding him countless times but had never followed through.

Still, the concern of the three wealthy aunties warmed Li Zhiyan’s heart deeply.

He genuinely liked this kind of feeling.

Shen Hongmei called her secretary to come over and drive, and once the secretary arrived,

her gaze toward Li Zhiyan practically seemed to draw strings of affection.

These days, while it’s true that appearances matter, talent does, too.

Ordinary talent, though, doesn’t stand out — after all, university students casually understand a bit of astronomy and geography.

Knowing such things isn’t rare anymore.

But for someone like Li Zhiyan, who not only spoke fluent German but could also chat with that German businessman to such an extent and had such expertise in German history,

he was simply dazzling.

Her mind couldn’t help but indulge in some daydreams about Li Zhiyan.

Of course, Li Zhiyan had zero interest in her.

After experiencing the "taste" of Shen Hongmei and considering his own advantage of now having a "golden finger," Li Zhiyan naturally didn’t want to return to his past life trajectory.

After dropping off He Yanrong at the gates of Century Palace,

Liu Li came out to greet them and escorted He Yanrong inside.

"Still hanging out with that boy, huh?"

On the way, Liu Li teased.

"What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean by hanging out?"

"Xiao Yan is just a kid. Don’t go making wild assumptions."

"Who says he’s just a kid? No matter what, he’s 20 years old. He understands everything now."

He Yanrong couldn’t help but share how Li Zhiyan helped close the contract today.

"That, he really does. Xiao Yan is capable of just about everything."

"Do you know what happened?"

"Today, a German client visited Shen Hongmei’s company."

"They asked Xiao Yan to act as a translator!"

"It didn’t go well at first."

"But then, he started talking to the German client about German history."

"And somehow convinced the guy to sign the contract."

"I was completely stunned. If only my son were this outstanding."

He Yanrong’s voice was filled with envy.

She couldn’t figure out what kind of parents could raise a child as exceptional as Li Zhiyan.

Still in university, and he could dedicate himself to learning so rigorously, mastering German and its history to such an impressive degree.

It was truly hard not to admire him.

"Have you fallen for this man?"

"What man? He’s just a kid. I could be his mom."

"So what? It’s 2024 now."

"Love is free. What’s wrong with a bit of an age gap?"

"You being with him doesn’t involve any moral or other issues."

"It’s entirely your freedom."

"That enchanting face of yours, you’re like Su Daji."

"I bet that boy gets all hot and bothered whenever he looks at you!"

He Yanrong’s heart started beating a little faster.

"Stop teasing me, Liu Jie."

"He’s just a kid, no way he’d be interested in someone like me — a glorified mom figure."

"You never know."

Liu Li appraised He Yanrong and said, "You’re so beautiful, even 18-year-olds wouldn’t stand a chance against you. Didn’t you have plenty of 18-year-old clients asking for you before?"

"But you’re probably right. Best to keep some distance from that boy; he’s too remarkable."

"I feel like eventually, you’ll find yourself drawn to him."

"In our line of work,"

"it’s better not to get emotionally involved with men."

"I’m not in the same line of work as you."

He Yanrong’s mind wandered back to the time at the vehicle registration office — when she and Li Zhiyan hugged.

She remembered the sensation clearly. Li Zhiyan was truly a monster.

It was as if her hormones had entirely ignited in that moment.

...

When they arrived in front of Lai Feifei’s villa,

Li Zhiyan noticed Shen Hongmei swaying slightly and said, "Aunt Shen."

"I’ll take Aunt Lai up by myself. It’ll just take a moment."

Shen Hongmei, slightly tipsy again, let out a light hum in acknowledgment.

After helping Lai Feifei out of the car, Li Zhiyan pinched her stunningly beautiful, mature face.

"Aunt Lai."

"Open the door."

Even though Lai Feifei was drunk, she still knew how to carry out simple tasks like this.

After Li Zhiyan called her, Lai Feifei opened the villa’s door.

Then, she leapt onto Li Zhiyan like an octopus, wrapping herself around him. Li Zhiyan instinctively held her by her silk-stocking-clad thighs,

carrying her as he walked inside the villa.

The drunken and hazy-eyed Shen Hongmei saw this scene clearly, and a surge of jealousy overcame her.

She regretted letting Li Zhiyan take Lai Feifei up alone. From her recent observations,

Shen Hongmei suspected Lai Feifei harbored romantic feelings for Li Zhiyan.

Lai Feifei had been far too affectionate toward Li Zhiyan lately.

Lai Feifei had never acted like this before.