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Chapter 93 - 070 The Boss’s Wife Knocks Again! Spectacular Shrew Battle✩✩✩✩_3

Chapter 93: 070 The Boss’s Wife Knocks Again! Spectacular Shrew Battle✩✩✩✩_3

Everyone has the desire to pry into others’ privacy, and Li Zhiyan was no exception. Ever since having access to his "intelligence system," he had truly uncovered many things he otherwise would never have known.

"You’re still so eager, huh."

"Sister Liu, it’s just that you’re too gorgeous."

Li Zhiyan quietly gave the muscular man a thumbs-up. He had to admit, this guy was quite dedicated to his job—after all, he’s making a living off this. His devotion to his work and professional attitude were commendable.

...

That afternoon, after returning home, Li Zhiyan began preparing for the night ahead—gearing up to deal with Liu Guifen and Liu Changsheng, the troublesome couple.

He had already recorded the entire affair process on video. He couldn’t believe for a second that, after seeing this footage, Liu Changsheng wouldn’t have a falling-out with his wife.

This was going to be quite a show.

"Aunt Zhao."

As he stepped into the house and headed to the kitchen, Li Zhiyan approached Zhao Shumin.

"Xiao Yan, you definitely can’t sleep in Auntie’s bed tonight. Auntie won’t agree to any unreasonable requests from you."

Zhao Shumin spoke seriously, genuinely worried that Li Zhiyan might insist on clinging to her and sleeping together again.

"I got it, Auntie."

Li Zhiyan’s compliance let Zhao Shumin breathe a sigh of relief.

"Go rest in your room, Xiao Yan. Later, Auntie will bring dinner to your room, and we’ll eat together."

"No rush, Auntie. Let’s chat for a bit."

"How did the job hunt go today?"

"Not that smooth."

The mention of finding work immediately brought Zhao Shumin a headache.

"Xiao Yan, today Auntie visited several companies again."

"But none of them were hiring. Most of the openings were for waitstaff and the like."

"The environments were all awful."

"When you’re free, help Auntie record a TikTok video. Auntie wants to try posting videos of sewing clothes and see if anyone’s interested."

"No problem, Auntie. Your skills are amazing; there’s definitely a market for it."

...

After dinner, Li Zhiyan laid on his bed studying.

Zhao Shumin, meanwhile, sat with her sewing kit, busy with needlework.

"Aunt Zhao, what are you sewing? It looks like you’re stitching together all sorts of scraps into one piece of fabric."

"This is Auntie’s gift for you—a T-shirt. Auntie’s planning to hand-stitch a very colorful T-shirt for you."

As she spoke, Zhao Shumin couldn’t help but worry if Li Zhiyan would despise her for making him something that looked "shabby."

In the past, Zhao Shumin had made similar handmade clothes for Shang Shunsheng. But Shang Shunsheng had loathed them to the extreme.

He had thrown the T-shirt straight into the garbage. Over that incident, Zhao Shumin had been upset for quite some time.

But clearly, Li Zhiyan wasn’t like Shang Shunsheng. He didn’t have that kind of bad habit.

"Really? Aunt Zhao, I think the clothes you make will definitely look awesome."

"Let me record a TikTok for you."

"Alright, just don’t film Auntie’s face."

Zhao Shumin handed her phone to Li Zhiyan. She’d been scrolling on TikTok before, but this would be her first time recording a video herself.

"Aunt Zhao, you’ve got a password on your phone."

"The password is six zeroes."

Zhao Shumin had no reservations about Li Zhiyan. In her mind, she trusted him entirely because she firmly believed Li Zhiyan was a good kid.

After filming a clip of her doing needlework, Li Zhiyan handed the phone back to Zhao Shumin.

"Auntie, it’s done recording. Let’s see if anyone gives it a like."

Several minutes passed, and Zhao Shumin’s phone remained silent. For ordinary people, posting a video with a few dozen or maybe a hundred views was already a big deal.

"Seems like having your video noticed online isn’t as easy as it looks. Auntie heard that some people go viral overnight and end up living in mansions."

Li Zhiyan did know of such cases. With enough viral traffic, earning millions—even tens of millions—overnight was completely possible.

Social media became the only lifeline for many ordinary people to catapult into a different social class.

But the chances of becoming an influencer were remarkably slim.

"Don’t worry, Auntie. This kind of thing takes time. I’m sure someone will notice your work."

"Once you attract some followers,"

"You can think about opening an online store."

"This costs nothing to try. If it takes off, your life will become much smoother."

Zhao Shumin nodded. Still, she harbored no illusions. She wasn’t one to indulge in daydreams anyway.

As the two were chatting, a thunderous loudspeaker voice blared down the main road outside the residential area.

"Zhao Shumin, you filthy whore!"

"You homewrecking slut! Seducing my husband—get your ass down here!"

Zhao Shumin rushed to the window of Li Zhiyan’s room and peered towards the street below.

There on the roadside was an enlarged photo of her at work, blown up several times over.

Liu Guifen stood there, hands on her hips, her expression fierce like a roaring lion.

Next to her, Liu Guilong was holding a loudspeaker, making it easier for Liu Guifen to scream insults.

Off to the side was Liu Changsheng, standing alongside Liu Guifen, looking every bit as vengeful.

Ever since Zhao Shumin had rejected his indecent proposal of "keeping" her, Liu Changsheng had been stewing in frustration.

A woman from the countryside? He thought trying to make her his mistress was already giving her a lot of face.

But she dared to refuse him. Now that his wife was making a scene, it was the perfect moment to teach her a humiliating lesson and vent his anger.

Besides, in the back of his mind, he still hoped for a chance to win over Zhao Shumin someday.

If he could ever get her to serve him, his life would be nothing short of heavenly.

To him, Zhao Shumin was the epitome of a stunning mature beauty, effortlessly gorgeous.

Compared to his homely, unattractive wife, whom he found nausea-inducing after just a couple of glances, let alone in any intimate setting.

Fortunately, however.

Liu Guifen rarely bothered him with those kinds of demands.

"Wife, it’s really her who came onto me. Don’t blame me for this."