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Chapter 78 - 062 Aunt Zhao’s Breakfast

Chapter 78: 062 Aunt Zhao’s Breakfast

Li Zhiyan felt a bit sleepy.

The tender moments he just shared with Zhao Shumin left him utterly enchanted.

Aunt Zhao still had that intoxicating charm.

Suddenly, Li Zhiyan thought about the incredibly popular BYD Yangwang U9 lately.

The Yangwang U9’s appearance was truly stunning, especially its unique F-patent laser headlights, which were absolutely over-the-top.

The suspension was gorgeous too, capable of jumping in place and dancing automatically, with a jaw-dropping top speed of over 300 KM per hour.

But the only flaw was the lack of an external exhaust sound—unlike the powerful roars of traditional supercars like Ferrari or Lamborghini, it felt like something was missing.

If they could add an external sound option, that would be perfect. But BYD’s original design likely aimed to avoid disturbing the public.

It seems like privacy needs to become a focus in such environments moving forward.

Relaxed, Li Zhiyan quickly fell asleep.

...

While Li Zhiyan fell asleep quickly, Zhao Shumin, meanwhile, found herself completely tossing and turning in bed.

An unresolved wave of emotion was spreading through Zhao Shumin’s heart.

When he begged her, she really should have rejected him—after all, she was his elder, an adult.

It was normal for him to be irrational; he was only 20 years old, still a college student.

But how could she do such a thing?

Even though... even though this feeling brought her an unprecedented sense of relaxation, she truly had done something wrong.

"But Xiao Yan said he’d listen to me, wouldn’t he stick to his word?"

Zhao Shumin knew that Li Zhiyan had always been a relatively kind-hearted child. She thought Li Zhiyan would probably stand by his promises.

As long as Xiao Yan listened to her, then her compromise this time would be worthwhile!

"Xiao Yan, I hope you can understand your aunt’s well-meaning intentions."

"Be a good person from now on."

At the same time, a thought suddenly crossed her mind: Xiao Yan was truly peculiar.

...

The next day, Li Zhiyan woke up full of vitality.

His mood was quite cheerful; since graduating, his life seemed to have abruptly become incredibly interesting.

Compared to his previous dull routine, everything now brought him immense joy—especially the events of last night.

Counting it up, he and Aunt Zhao had already shared three hundred days of affection.

After stepping out to freshen up, Zhao Shumin was already approaching with breakfast in hand.

"Xiao Yan, eat up. I made steamed egg custard for you today."

Seeing the golden hue of the egg custard, Li Zhiyan swallowed a bit of saliva.

The freshly steamed two large buns and milk further stirred up his hunger.

"Aunt Zhao."

"I’m starving."

Upon entering, Li Zhiyan shut the door, letting the air conditioner blow coolly across the room. Feeling his depleted energy, he even felt a bit cold.

"Xiao Yan, eat quickly. Don’t be late for work."

Zhao Shumin handed Li Zhiyan a pair of chopsticks, her delicate movements full of gentle care.

That kind gesture gave Li Zhiyan a sense that Zhao Shumin truly felt like his elder.

"Alright."

"Aunt Zhao, your cooking is amazing."

Eating Zhao Shumin’s steamed egg custard filled Li Zhiyan with a sense of gratitude.

Initially, his interactions with this fiery woman had been full of unpleasant disputes.

But later, Zhao Shumin had been genuinely kind to him.

This woman, who had once fought tooth and nail with boss ladies and nosy neighbors, had given all her tenderness to him—and this fact made Li Zhiyan deeply fond of her.

"If you like it, eat more. Running around chasing business deals all day isn’t easy."

"Us folks coming from small towns always find life in the big city exhausting—you need to take good care of yourself. Your health is the most important."

If he had heard this kind of nagging when he was fifteen or sixteen, Li Zhiyan might have found it incredibly annoying.

But after experiencing the harshness of society, now he only felt warmth in his heart.

"Hmm, Aunt Zhao."

"I understand."

"In the future, Aunt will always cook for you."

Gently stroking his head like one would a child, Zhao Shumin suddenly realized how accustomed she had become to having Li Zhiyan around.

The atmosphere of breakfast always carried a sense of warmth.

After breakfast, Li Zhiyan went to the kitchen and saw Zhao Shumin washing the dishes.

The tattooed man and tattooed woman living in the master bedroom never cooked; most of the time, they ate instant noodles and sausages.

Li Zhiyan felt it wasn’t because they lacked the means but simply because they enjoyed instant noodles and sausages.

"Aunt, let me help you."

The kitchen in the same familiar old place was undeniably cramped.

In this confined space.

Zhao Shumin had an odd sense that she could feel the body heat from Li Zhiyan.

This made her heart race nervously.

This silly boy—was he starting to have those thoughts again? That wouldn’t do.

"Xiao Yan, you won’t be late for work, will you?"

"Not at all, Aunt Zhao—unless every last electric bike is suddenly unavailable."

"There’s still plenty of time."

Thinking about Catherine wanting to shift her KPI responsibility onto her son today, Li Zhiyan contemplated when he could give Aunt Lai a call.

Aunt Lai was likely still sleeping—this habitual drinker rarely got up before noon or afternoon.

"Hmm."

"Aunt, you look really nice in stockings."

Li Zhiyan brought up yesterday’s topic about Zhao Shumin wearing stockings.

This made Zhao Shumin’s pretty face involuntarily blush.

"Xiao Yan, what are you saying?"

Zhao Shumin felt traditional embarrassment and couldn’t easily address the topic—this was undeniably a sensitive subject for her.

"I mean it, Aunt Zhao."

Initially, Zhao Shumin didn’t want to discuss the matter with Li Zhiyan, but considering his occasional "bad habit" of sneaking things, she thought it might be a good opportunity to correct it.

"If you like them, Aunt will give you all my stockings. But you have to promise me you won’t sneak things anymore."

"Alright, I’ll listen to you, Aunt."

Li Zhiyan’s obedient demeanor surprised Zhao Shumin—he agreed so readily.

Previously, he had always tried to argue back.

If Xiao Yan genuinely turned over a new leaf and lived properly as her junior from now on.

Then her sacrifice yesterday would have been justified.

Perhaps Li Zhiyan had truly changed for the better!

"Xiao Yan, it’s good that you’re changing. Aunt was really worried you’d end up at the police station."

Looking at the significantly covered-up Zhao Shumin, Li Zhiyan said, "Aunt Zhao, I think just stockings aren’t quite enough."

"Not enough?"

Curious, Zhao Shumin asked.

"It’s missing a short skirt."

"Aunt, your clothes are all too outdated. Stockings, I think, go better with short skirts."

"Your legs are so beautiful."

"They should be shown off, really."

"I like Aunt’s legs the most."

Glancing at Zhao Shumin wrapped tightly, Li Zhiyan added.

"Of course..."

"I like your chest too."

"But stockings really need a short skirt to go with them, Aunt Zhao."