After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 183 - 098 Auntie Feifei Lai; The Past of Aunt Rong_3

On the large bed, there were quite a few bottles of Wangma Milk.

Some were in cans, others in cartons.

Last time, when Lai Feifei noticed Li Zhiyan buying Wangma Milk, she assumed he liked drinking it. So, on her way back from a morning drink and shopping trip, she bought plenty.

That way, her Zaizai could indulge as much as he wanted the next time he came over!

"Aunt Lai, you’ve had too much to drink again."

"There’s no such thing as Wangma Milk."

"I don’t care, Zaizai!"

"You’re mine, end of story."

"Zaizai, you can’t forget your aunt."

"Your aunt will always be your mom, because you’ve had my..."

"I know, Aunt Lai, I won’t forget you."

"Aunt Lai, you’re not outside, are you?"

"I’m at home, in my own room, Zaizai."

Hearing this, Li Zhiyan finally relaxed completely. frёeωebɳovel.com

If Aunt Lai was at home, she could drink as much as she wanted.

After all, during the last check-up following the Dragon Fruit incident,

Aunt Lai’s health indicators were exceptionally good, showing no issues. So there was nothing for him to worry about.

"Alright, Zaizai, Mommy’s going to keep drinking."

"Mommy drinks alcohol, not Wangza Milk."

"Next time Mommy sees you, there’ll be kisses, hugs, and I’ll feed you."

"I’ll make sure you’re full and help you relive your most cherished childhood memories."

Li Zhiyan: "..."

He was already used to the alcohol-induced nonsense from this drunkard. When had she ever made good on her promises?

They chatted for a long time.

Lai Feifei finally said, "Zaizai, Mommy’s a bit hungry now, so I’m going to stop talking to you."

"Alright, Aunt Forget-Me-Not."

In Li Zhiyan’s mind, Aunt Lai had just acquired another nickname!

The Drunkard, Aunt Dragon Fruit, Aunt Lucky Carp, and now Aunt Forget-Me-Not!

After they hung up, his heart felt warm and fuzzy. Every time he thought about Aunt Lai,

there was an uncontrollable flutter in the deepest part of him — a kind of itch from within his soul.

It had nothing to do with Aunt Lai’s stunning face or her curvaceous figure.

He only remembered how, from the very first time they met, Aunt Lai had showered him with an overwhelming and obvious favoritism. It made him want to tightly embrace her.

"I should head to Aunt Rong’s first."

"Today’s a good day to have a proper chat with her about Go."

Li Zhiyan also wanted to see if he’d have the chance to talk about Aunt Rong’s past.

For this mesmerizing woman, he couldn’t help but be deeply curious about her history.

When he arrived at the practice field for Subject Three, he spotted He Yanrong from afar, dressed up and fully geared.

Li Zhiyan wasn’t sure if the phrase "impressive bust" was a fitting descriptor for Aunt Rong.

Because he felt like Aunt Rong was probably teetering somewhere between an E and an F cup.

Though she couldn’t quite match Aunt Zhao, honestly, she wasn’t far behind.

"Xiao Yan."

"Aunt Rong, today I’ll teach you some basics about Go. Let me start with a simple explanation."

"Alright!"

Although He Yanrong didn’t take off her sunglasses,

Li Zhiyan could still sense that she was genuinely happy.

Perhaps it was her job at the Century Palace that contributed to her keen interest in Go.

Maybe it was an inner sense of insecurity that sparked this, which Li Zhiyan could understand.

But Li Zhiyan had a feeling –

He Yanrong’s romantic history likely wasn’t simple. She wasn’t just beautiful, after all.

Her face exuded a certain seductiveness that made it hard for anyone to avoid overthinking with just one glance, causing uncontrollable thoughts to arise.

You could say that He Yanrong was an absolutely perfect woman, born for hormones.

Just seeing her could double one’s hormonal output.

Sultry was an indescribable aura she naturally carried.

"Aunt Rong, let’s go sit under the shade of that tree."

Under the tree, Li Zhiyan began explaining the basics of Go to He Yanrong.

After half an hour, He Yanrong gently rubbed the corner of her eye.

With faint, pale, delicate lines visible, Li Zhiyan found himself gulping involuntarily.

Aunt Rong, when she was younger, definitely wasn’t as enchanting as she was now.

Deep down, what Li Zhiyan liked most was the present-day Aunt Rong — stunning and captivating, a beauty with a mature charm.

In the privacy of a room, the most perfect companion.

"Xiao Yan, you’re so talented. Let’s stop here today. Aunt’s brain can’t process so much at once. Aunt’s always been a bit dull."

"That’s why my education level is so low."

When she removed her sunglasses, her perfectly arched thin brows and alluring peach blossom eyes made Li Zhiyan feel even hotter.

"Alright, Aunt Rong. I’ll continue teaching you bit by bit later. But just explaining theory on the phone isn’t enough. We’ll have to do some practical exercises next time."

"Alright. I’ll help you wash your feet next time."

"Aunt Rong, how many relationships have you been in?"

Looking at the stunning and alluring beauty in front of him, Li Zhiyan asked. He was truly too curious about He Yanrong’s past.

"Only one ex."

"And we broke up within just a few years."

"Why? Why are you suddenly interested in Aunt’s love life?"

He Yanrong looked warmly at Li Zhiyan. The more she observed this young man, the more perfect he seemed. No matter how she looked at him, he always made her heart grow fonder, as if she wanted to take him under her wing as her godson.

A godmother looking at her godson — the more she gazed, the more satisfied she felt.

Only, Li Zhiyan was unwilling to be her godchild at all.

"Aunt Rong, I’m just curious. I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you before."

Li Zhiyan’s compliment made He Yanrong cover her cherry-red lips with a light laugh.

She had heard countless compliments from others over the years and had long grown tired of them.

But in her perspective, Li Zhiyan was just a boy, and she deeply, deeply liked this junior of hers.