After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 143 - 087 Humiliating Catherine, Li Zhiyan’s 12th store!_4
Chapter 143: 087 Humiliating Catherine, Li Zhiyan’s 12th store!_4
Even the aloof Aunt Shen has always been very caring and protective of me, and the Shanghai Three Aunts all treated me like a beloved younger generation.
"I’m fine, Aunt, you don’t need to worry about me."
"I’m doing great, you can relax."
"I’m outside playing games right now, I might come back a bit late."
Hearing this, Zhao Shumin felt much more at ease.
"Alright, Aunt knows. But, Xiao Yan, you absolutely can’t do that kind of thing again."
"Listen to Aunt, don’t make another mistake."
"I know, Aunt. You already agreed to my conditions, there’s no way I’d continue to mess up."
Li Zhiyan felt helpless in his heart.
The image Aunt Zhao holds of him... it seems it can’t ever be erased.
"Okay then, Xiao Yan, Aunt feels relieved now."
"Today Aunt posted something on Douyin, got a few likes, and now a couple of people have reached out wanting to buy clothes from me."
Saying this, Zhao Shumin was filled with hope for the future.
Knowing Li Zhiyan, maybe her life wasn’t entirely hopeless after all.
"Alright, I understand, Aunt. If it’s possible later, let’s get that online store set up."
"By the way, Shang Shunsheng didn’t come looking for you today, did he?"
"No, I didn’t see him. If I did, I’d give him a proper scolding."
"It’s best not to meet with him at all. Aunt Zhao, both Shang Shunsheng and Liu Yan, you really need to be cautious around them."
"Who knows what they might pull—that’s always uncertain."
"Alright, Aunt understands."
They then chatted about many other things.
After the call ended, Zhao Shumin turned her room’s fan back on.
"If only I were 20 years old, or even 30 years old this year... how wonderful that would be..."
Deep down, Zhao Shumin realized she truly had feelings for Li Zhiyan. Such a wonderful kid, so kind and attentive, treating her so well and showing utmost tenderness.
And he’s so strong—if she were his age, they could be together without fear, get married, and live a comfortable life together forever.
Even if she were 30 years old, with a 10-year age gap from Li Zhiyan,
she could still be with him and overcome society’s judgment. But her age was far too advanced; she could easily be Li Zhiyan’s mother. Such feelings are absolutely unacceptable to society.
"Luckily, Xiao Yan agreed to go on blind dates. In the future, he’ll surely find a girl he likes."
Zhao Shumin thought, when that day comes, she’ll finally be liberated completely!
...
That night, Li Zhiyan followed the intel to a bustling commercial street.
The place was full of crowds and incredibly lively.
Li Zhiyan scanned the area with his gaze.
Soon, he spotted Catherine amidst the crowd, wearing black stockings, high heels, a tight-fitting skirt, and a blue button-up shirt.
Her height and appearance were simply too striking—a perfect supermodel figure and face—and even at over forty years old, she was still exceptionally stunning.
Wherever she went, she easily became the center of attention.
"This foreign dame is really beautiful,"
Though Li Zhiyan disliked Catherine, he couldn’t deny being impressed by her looks and figure.
This woman really was incredibly attractive.
It was a completely different charm than the Shanghai Three Aunts or Aunt Zhao—after all, the ethnicity was different, and the vibe was distinct too.
At this moment, Catherine was scanning the surrounding Asian faces, her eyes brimming with superiority.
She believed that as a beautiful white woman, she was meant to be admired by these Asians.
Soon, Manier, squatting in a corner and smoking, took notice of the scene.
Back in his hometown, Manier had been a poor nobody, ignored by everyone.
His unattractive looks had made him deeply insecure, but ever since he came to Shanghai,
he had already dated three girlfriends. Pursuing women suddenly felt easy.
This newfound success led Manier to reevaluate his own charm; he now saw himself as quite an attractive man.
When Catherine walked by, he instantly fixated on her.
To marry a white woman like her and make her his wife—if he brought her back to his hometown, wouldn’t that be a glorious achievement?
With this thought, Manier followed her.
Soon, Catherine walked into a quieter street. Seeing his chance, Manier quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Beautiful lady, can we be friends?"
"Add me on WeChat."
At this moment, the disdain in Catherine’s eyes was almost palpable, on the verge of spilling out.
She had always considered herself incomparably noble; getting close to someone like Manier made her feel insulted.
"Get lost!"
Catherine’s haughty attitude instantly enraged Manier, who was already an impulsive and violent person. He had hit his previous girlfriends, who had silently endured his actions.
Now, hearing Catherine curse at him, he was ready to strike!
"You filthy whore! Asking to get fucked, aren’t you?"
Manier clenched his fists and pressed toward Catherine.
This flustered Catherine; she realized she seemed to have provoked the man in front of her.
Although Catherine stood at a tall 178cm, matching Manier’s height,
a woman was, after all, a woman—there was a fundamental difference in strength between men and women.
Manier could easily beat Catherine black and blue.
"You filthy bitch, you dare insult me? I’ll show you what being a man means right now!"
