After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 168 - 095 Catherine, who can’t eat or sleep in peace, Aunt Lai: I won’t drink Forget-Zaizai Milk. I’m afraid I’ll forget Zaizai!_3
Chapter 168: 095 Catherine, who can’t eat or sleep in peace, Aunt Lai: I won’t drink Forget-Zaizai Milk. I’m afraid I’ll forget Zaizai!_3
Just as he was about to head out the door, Catherine continued, "Make sure you clean the toilet today! I’ll have someone check the restroom!"
"Got it."
Li Zhiyan’s quick compliance made Catherine feel a bit unsettled. That damned Li Zhiyan—when I tell him to scrub toilets, he agrees so easily.
And does a damn fine job of it too...
But when I asked him to transfer his KPIs to my son, why was he so stubborn?
"Lowly yellow skin."
Catherine grumbled curses against Li Zhiyan under her breath, trying to regain her inner balance.
...
Of course, Li Zhiyan had delegated the restroom cleaning task to Liu Jinxin, who clearly enjoyed doing it immensely.
The guy seemed so enamored with the whole toilet scrubbing experience, that in some twisted way, Li Zhiyan felt like he was helping fulfill a passion.
Later in the morning, after collecting his performance bonus, Li Zhiyan swung by his programming company.
His company was located in the outskirts, inside an old-fashioned office building mostly occupied by struggling businesses trying to stay afloat.
Many of the offices in the building stood vacant. As he approached his company, he noticed the sign above the door that read "Yiyan Network" in four hastily painted characters.
It was obvious the sign had just been replaced today.
"Hello, Mr. Li!"
"Hello, Mr. Li!"
All the employees were well aware that the company had a new boss. His name and photo had already been widely circulated in the company’s group chat.
Initially, everyone had been worried about whether the leadership change would lead to a mass layoff—after all, layoffs were a common strategy these days for companies to stay alive.
But after the new boss posted the updated company policies in the group chat, everyone had breathed a collective sigh of relief.
No layoffs, business as usual, and no pay cuts. As a result, the employees looked at Li Zhiyan with genuine gratitude in their eyes.
Most of these programmers were middle-aged, an age where being laid off often meant a forced return home.
Li Zhiyan had genuinely given them a decent opportunity.
"Mr. Li, shall we hold a meeting?"
The company manager rushed forward to ask.
"No need. You guys just keep working as usual. If anything comes up, just message the company WeChat account."
"I’m just here to check out my office."
That company WeChat account was run by an automated system, so there was never a risk of bad decisions coming out of it.
When he reached the office and settled into the boss’s swivel chair, Li Zhiyan took in the sight of the modest, uninspiring decor around him.
Yet an uncontrollable feeling of accomplishment swelled inside him.
"So this... this is what it feels like to be the boss."
Swinging his feet onto the desk, he crossed one leg over the other and indulged in the moment for a long while. It wasn’t until noon that he finally left Yiyan Network.
In the afternoon, as usual, he went to driving practice and made efforts to deepen his connection with He Yanrong.
It was just another repetitive day in the life of Li Zhiyan.
And tomorrow, summer vacation would officially end.
While chatting with Aunt Rong, Li Zhiyan could distinctly sense the admiration in He Yanrong’s gaze.
This gave him a peculiar feeling—like Aunt Rong might also be interested in having him as her godson.
Developing a close friendship with a mature older woman inevitably came with one classic scenario—the godmother-godson formalization ritual.
After dinner, Li Zhiyan sent a WeChat message to Zhao Shumin.
"Aunt Zhao, I might come home a bit late tonight."
Meanwhile, Zhao Shumin, who was preparing dinner, replied upon seeing his message: "Xiao Yan, be sure to stay safe out there."
"Aunt will wait up for you."
"Alright, Aunt. I want you to cuddle me to sleep."
"Got it."
After sending her reply, Zhao Shumin found her cheeks growing warm. Being around Li Zhiyan always brought an unprecedented sense of joy and lightness to her life.
She also felt as if some of the deep-seated tension within her had finally been released.
...
That evening, Li Zhiyan pedaled a Qingju bike on his way to a tea restaurant by West Lake.
This was the regular gathering spot for the Shanghai Three Aunts, a place where they chatted over tea and enjoyed desserts together.
The restaurant’s patrons were predominantly women.
As he arrived near the tea house doors, it wasn’t long before he spotted the Shanghai Three Aunts inside, sipping iced drinks and chatting animatedly.
Aunt Lai’s face was slightly flushed. Although the glass pane prevented him from hearing their conversation, Li Zhiyan had no doubts about the vigor of a drunkard in her element.
Aunt Lai’s sharp tongue, after all, was a force to be reckoned with.
Meanwhile, Aunt Rong kept pinching Aunt Lai’s waist at intervals, clearly unable to handle Aunt Lai’s jokes any longer.
Gazing at He Yanrong in her cheongsam, with her black stockings and high heels, Li Zhiyan felt heat rising within him.
This woman truly deserved the title of a natural-born seductress. Her exquisitely made-up face alone could so easily lead one’s thoughts astray.
If one were to marry a woman like Aunt Rong, an unprepared man might find his life going downhill after just a month of marriage. Staying in her orbit, no man could possibly endure it unscathed.
Watching her, Li Zhiyan’s thirst grew stronger, although he couldn’t tell whether it was from the summer heat or from seeing He Yanrong’s face.
Stopping by a roadside convenience store, he bought a six-pack of Wangzai milk in small paper cartons while waiting for Lai Tianming to arrive.
The system’s notifications, as always, proved accurate. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Before long, a sleek black Mercedes E300 pulled up at the curb. Lai Tianming stepped out, joined by the tattooed man from last time.
"Bro, don’t worry. I’m sure my sister’s here," said Lai Tianming.
"Trust me. No doubt about it."
"She’s loaded, no question! Worst case, we can just make her sell one of her houses. And don’t forget her Xiaomi SU7—do you know how many people are on the waiting list just hoping to snatch one of those cars?"
