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Chapter 90 - 069 Sewing work

Chapter 90: 069 Sewing work

Thinking about sharing a bed with Li Zhiyan, Zhao Shumin felt her heart burning.

It was as if even her blood had started to heat up.

This child, almost 21, still made such a request.

"Aunt Zhao, I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?"

"I promise, I won’t do anything inappropriate."

Zhao Shumin’s face grew increasingly hot.

"No, Xiao Yan, you promised me before—everything you’d listen to me on, and no more inappropriate actions."

"We can’t keep making mistakes."

"Aunt Zhao, I really just want to sleep with you, no other thoughts, I can’t fall asleep."

Zhao Shumin was worried that the couple with matching tattoos might overhear.

She hesitated for a moment but eventually unlocked the door, letting Li Zhiyan in.

"Alright, Xiao Yan, you can sleep with me."

"But you must behave yourself, no wandering thoughts, understand?"

"I understand, Aunt Zhao."

Li Zhiyan gave his assurance, then sat on Zhao Shumin’s bed.

On her bed was only a thin bedsheet. Because she was unwilling to use the air conditioner, Zhao Shumin never needed a blanket during summer.

"Wait a moment, I’ll make the bedding for you."

"You have to listen to me properly, or else I’ll truly stop being close to you."

Zhao Shumin turned on the air conditioner. This action surprised Li Zhiyan somewhat, even touched him—Aunt Zhao was indeed incredibly frugal and thrifty.

However, after he came over, Aunt Zhao still voluntarily turned on the air conditioner, simply to make sure he wouldn’t be uncomfortable while sleeping.

"Xiao Yan, is the air conditioner in your room turned off? If not, go turn it off. Money’s earned easily these days."

"I’ll go turn it off right now."

Li Zhiyan was not wasteful, at least not when he had limited money. Still, he thought, if he ever had plenty of money in the future, he’d definitely have a more indulgent lifestyle.

When he returned, Zhao Shumin had already laid out the bedding. The two bright red quilts looked exceptionally striking.

"Let’s sleep now, Xiao Yan. Sleep properly, behave yourself, alright?"

Zhao Shumin reminded him again, worried about Li Zhiyan’s behavior.

Li Zhiyan agreed, climbed into bed, settling on the side nearest the wall.

Truthfully, he always liked sleeping in the middle of the bed, but sharing a bed with Zhao Shumin gave him a certain "childlike" feeling.

As the "child," he felt he naturally belonged on the inner side.

Once they lay down, Zhao Shumin turned off the lights.

But nighttime in Shanghai was nothing like the utter darkness of the countryside from over a decade ago.

Even with the lights out, a faint glow from outside the windows filtered in.

Li Zhiyan could make out Zhao Shumin’s fair, alabaster skin.

He swallowed quietly, marveling at how naturally beautiful Zhao Shumin was.

Neither Shanghai Three Aunts nor Catherine, the foreigner, could compare; though they were genuine wealthy ladies.

Perhaps only He Yanrong’s financial situation was slightly less impressive, but even so, Li Zhiyan knew He Yanrong wasn’t lacking either.

Money—it was the ultimate beauty enhancer, and they all had the wealth to maintain themselves.

Yet Zhao Shumin had never stepped foot in a beauty salon, nor used any cosmetics or even lipstick. Despite that, her skin remained smooth and delicate.

It wasn’t just her skin—Li Zhiyan could never forget that night Zhao Shumin got drunk.

She had been so fiery, so passionate.

Some women were inherently beautiful, retaining their charm even as they aged.

He watched Zhao Shumin lying there, the quilt visibly rising around her chest.

Li Zhiyan gently placed his hand on hers.

"Xiao Yan, what are you doing? It’s time to sleep. Tomorrow I need to look for a job, and you have work as well."

Zhao Shumin’s heart was somewhat flustered; after all, the physical closeness between them was... a little too much.

"Aunt Zhao, I just want to hold your hand."

"Didn’t we agree to keep our distance? I’m a woman; you’re a man."

"Xiao Yan, if you don’t listen to me, I’m truly not going to stay close to you anymore."

"Auntie, please don’t abandon me."

"I like Aunt Zhao the most. And just holding your hand... that’s harmless, right?"

"You’re my elder. When elders take their kids out to play, don’t they also hold hands?"

Zhao Shumin thought for a moment. What Li Zhiyan said seemed to have some logic.

While she did need to guard against Li Zhiyan veering off the path,

excessively prohibiting everything might overcorrect; it could make Xiao Yan act out even more recklessly in the future.

"Alright, go ahead and hold it."

With Zhao Shumin’s reluctant consent,

Li Zhiyan gently took hold of her soft hand.

"Aunt Zhao, your hand’s so soft, and it smells nice too."

He brought her hand to his nose for a sniff, holding her slender, supple hand in both of his, completely encasing it in his grasp.

Zhao Shumin’s natural reaction was to pull away, but remembering her promise to him, she restrained herself.

She told herself it was all for Xiao Yan’s well-being.

"I do needlework; it requires exceptional dexterity with the hands."

"I’ve always been mindful to protect them."

"Most of my clothes are made by hand from fabric I buy myself."

Speaking of needlework brought a small sense of pride to Zhao Shumin; it was a craft few still practiced today.

When she mended clothes, not even the tiniest stitch could be seen on the outside.

It was a skill ordinary people couldn’t match.

"Aunt Zhao, you’re amazing. How about trying to showcase your work on short videos? Maybe you’ll get custom orders."

"You could open an online shop. I think there are still people who appreciate hand-sewn clothes."

"Sewing clothes..."

Zhao Shumin fell into thought. Opening an online shop didn’t seem to require much upfront cost.

She glanced at the hand-sewn T-shirt she had made for Li Zhiyan and seriously considered the idea. After all, renting a storefront was too costly, and job searching was exhausting.

"Maybe I should give it a try, but I don’t know how to make short videos."

"Auntie, once you start making clothes, I’ll help you record videos and upload them."

Li Zhiyan kept gently caressing Zhao Shumin’s delicate hand.

"Alright, Xiao Yan. Let’s sleep now. It’s already past midnight."

"Okay, Aunt Zhao."

Li Zhiyan lay flat on his back, but even then, he didn’t let go of Zhao Shumin’s right hand, their fingers interlaced.

The warmth emanating from Li Zhiyan’s hand made Zhao Shumin feel as though her heartbeat refused to settle.

After some time, Li Zhiyan threw off his blanket.

"What’s wrong, Xiao Yan?"

Zhao Shumin asked curiously, her tone tinged with suspicion.

"Aunt Zhao, I feel so uncomfortable under this blanket."

"Can I share yours instead?"

"What..."

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