After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 197 - 102 Aunt Rong is calling the baby, Aunt Lai is calling Zaizai, all here!
Chapter 197: 102 Aunt Rong is calling the baby, Aunt Lai is calling Zaizai, all here!
Lai Feifei kissed him so boldly, her long black-stockinged legs resting on Li Zhiyan’s waist.
Li Zhiyan naturally didn’t hold back and returned Aunt Lai’s kiss.
To Li Zhiyan, Lai Feifei was an absolutely perfect woman.
Aunt Lai’s kiss carried an unparalleled allure for him.
Just as he wondered if Aunt Lai might act on her impulses, she suddenly stopped moving.
He felt Aunt Lai’s warm breath on his nose.
Li Zhiyan realized that the booze had finally put her to sleep.
By the time they’d gone to Century Palace, Lai Feifei had already had quite a few drinks.
And while he was cooking for Aunt Lai, this drunkard didn’t hold back on the alcohol either. Now, her stamina was clearly exhausted.
Even though Aunt Lai had fallen asleep, Li Zhiyan didn’t feel like abruptly ending the kiss.
Feeling Aunt Lai’s tenderness, Li Zhiyan continued the one-sided kiss with her.
After a while, Li Zhiyan remembered that he needed to let Zhao Shumin know he wouldn’t be going home tonight.
With Aunt Lai in this state, it was practically impossible for him to leave.
He pulled out his phone, still holding Lai Feifei, and savoring the fragrance of her hair, he started chatting with Zhao Shumin.
"Aunt Zhao, I’ve got something to take care of tonight, so I won’t be coming back."
"Alright, Xiao Yan, stay safe out there."
At home, after replying to Li Zhiyan’s message, Zhao Shumin resumed her livestream, continuing to work on her dresses.
But as she worked, her mind began to wander.
Why isn’t Xiao Yan coming back tonight? Could he be sleeping with some woman?
The one-week deadline I gave him—is it too long? After all, Xiao Yan is only 20 years old; it’s the age when a young man is full of vitality.
But then again, Zhao Shumin reassured herself—it’s unlikely. Xiao Yan already has me to help him; no other woman could compare to me!
Zhao Shumin was very confident in her looks and figure. Over the years, plenty of men at work had tried to sponsor her, but she had refused them all, even as she aged.
And particularly ever since being with Li Zhiyan—was it the effect of hormones?—Zhao Shumin had clearly felt herself becoming a bit younger. Her skin, too, seemed to appear more youthful, smooth, and radiant.
It must be that Xiao Yan is simply busy with work. After all, he’s not only employed but also runs his own shop.
Being a bit tied up is perfectly normal.
And if Li Zhiyan were seeking out other women—so long as they were young women—I should simply accept it!
After all, my goal isn’t to tie Li Zhiyan to myself forever but rather to set him on the right path!
...
At 11 PM, He Yanrong, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally woke up.
The medicine and ginger soup had reduced her fever, and she felt alert and refreshed.
Just then, Liu Li walked in to check on her.
"Feeling better, Rongrong? Here’s some ginger soup that Li Zhiyan left for you. Drink it up."
"Much better."
She sat up, took the bowl of ginger soup Liu Li handed her, and tasted the unusual flavor. He Yanrong couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming warmth inside.
"The way you’re drinking, you look absolutely delighted. Have more—I’ll make sure you get extra when you start working."
"Oh, shut up."
He Yanrong scolded her.
"Do you even remember what you said before?"
"I like Li Zhiyan, you know."
Not being sure of herself earlier, He Yanrong had still been incredibly circumspect.
But now, she said it openly and confidently.
"You’re really serious about this?"
"Yes, I’m going to actively pursue him."
"He’s off the day after tomorrow, right? I’ll ask him to come teach me how to play Go, to test the waters. If it feels right, I’ll confess to him."
"Rongrong, you’re so gutsy."
"I just think what you said makes sense."
Setting down the ginger soup, He Yanrong lifted the covers and got out of bed.
"I like Li Zhiyan. As long as I don’t make him responsible for my entire life, dating him... I think we can both be very happy together."
"I want to give him happiness."
She thought about how much Li Zhiyan was fond of her—just that special kind of fondness.
He Yanrong couldn’t resist the surge of expectation that bubbled up within her.
The loneliness buried deep inside her had already been suppressed for far too long, and now, He Yanrong felt immensely confident.
She would surely become the greatest companion Li Zhiyan could ever have in his room.
"As long as you’ve thought it through, that’s all that matters."
Looking at the T-shirts of Li Zhiyan and Lai Feifei, which were left on the couch, He Yanrong casually picked them up and went to the living room she usually used next door.
She washed the shirts thoroughly, then threw them into the dryer to finish.
"Tomorrow, I’ll take them to Xiao Yan."
Now that she had affirmed her feelings for Li Zhiyan and decided to pursue him, a shy, schoolgirl-like expression surfaced on He Yanrong’s alluring face.
Would this boy come to like her?
...
In the early hours of the morning, the system’s updates continued to refresh.
But nothing out of the ordinary happened today.
The wild bonuses remained the same as before.
Li Zhiyan didn’t expect extraordinary events to take place every day.
Honestly, a bit of calm was quite nice.
Holding Aunt Lai tightly, Li Zhiyan drifted into a deep sleep.
When Li Zhiyan woke up the next morning, he felt something soft and slippery beneath his hand.
As he snapped fully awake, he discovered his hand had been resting on Aunt Lai’s black-stockinged leg.
"Was I touching Aunt Lai in my sleep?"
"Am I that kind of person?"
"Zaizai!"
Lai Feifei clung tightly to Li Zhiyan’s neck.
"Zaizai, go fry me a couple of eggs."
"Alright, Auntie, sleep a bit more."
Li Zhiyan gently removed Lai Feifei’s hand and leg, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
