After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 199 - 102 Aunt Rong calls the baby, Aunt Lai calls Zaizai, all here!_3
Chapter 199: 102 Aunt Rong calls the baby, Aunt Lai calls Zaizai, all here!_3
Nowadays, Li Zhiyan has quite a bit of savings, so taking a taxi isn’t a big deal. However, both taxis and ride-share cars often have unpleasant odors.
This made Li Zhiyan feel rather uncomfortable.
But the sensation of wind brushing past him on his electric bike gave him a real sense of freedom.
He Yanrong was carrying a bag filled with Li Zhiyan’s clothes. She had already decided to change into them once she got home, because they were imbued with his scent. Wearing them felt as if the two of them were melded together as one.
"Xiao Yan."
"You don’t have work the day after tomorrow, do you?"
"No, I don’t."
"Well, since you’re off work..."
"Go to Century Palace and teach Aunt Rong some Go. Put the theory into practice."
"Before, you only talked about theoretical knowledge with Aunt Rong. It’s time to apply it."
"Alright, Aunt Rong. I’ll definitely go."
"Xiao Yan, about what happened yesterday, I really want to thank you."
"If it weren’t for you, Aunt would’ve already crossed over to another world by now."
"Don’t say that, Aunt Rong. You’ll live a long and healthy life."
Li Zhiyan thought that He Yanrong was a truly kind-hearted woman, and no matter what, he hoped she would live well.
"Aunt, I have to head to work now."
"Aunt will miss her darling baby."
Li Zhiyan hadn’t expected He Yanrong to use the term "baby" to address him.
"Baby? Aunt, you’ve never called me that before."
"I always call my daughter ’baby.’ From now on, Aunt will call you ’baby’ too. You saved Aunt’s life."
"From now on, Aunt will cherish you like her own baby."
"Alright then."
To be honest, Li Zhiyan found the term "baby" incredibly cheesy—it wasn’t something he ever used, nor did he enjoy being addressed that way.
However, it made perfect sense for Aunt Rong, a woman in her forties, to call him that. freewёbnoνel.com
After all, she was old enough to have given birth to him.
Besides, she also called her daughter that—terms like "baby" and "Zaizai" fit the mold of pet names for children. In his case, it rounded things out.
"Baby, come give Aunt a hug. Aunt will miss you."
Seeing He Yanrong proactively open her arms for him, Li Zhiyan naturally didn’t hesitate.
He stepped forward and pulled He Yanrong into his embrace, feeling the smooth fabric of her qipao beneath his hands.
He didn’t know much about such things.
But he was certain the qipao was expensive, and the texture of EF left Li Zhiyan utterly captivated—he didn’t even want to leave.
If he could stay and hold Aunt Rong in his arms all day, it would undoubtedly be a deeply intoxicating experience.
Feeling Li Zhiyan’s heartbeat, He Yanrong’s own heart began to race. She was certain this was the thrilling sensation that came from deep inside when you liked someone.
She subtly shifted her body and brushed against Li Zhiyan’s chest, reluctant to leave his embrace.
Then, He Yanrong cupped Li Zhiyan’s face and planted a kiss on his lips.
"Baby, Aunt will miss you."
He Yanrong initiating a kiss genuinely left Li Zhiyan a bit puzzled—was Aunt Rong trying to seduce him?
No matter what was going through He Yanrong’s mind, Li Zhiyan truly and completely liked the alluring woman standing before him.
"Aunt, I’ll miss you too."
"Mm."
Blushing furiously, He Yanrong finally pulled herself away from Li Zhiyan.
"By the way, Xiao Yan..."
"Do you like Aunt’s heavy makeup? If you don’t, Aunt can go with light makeup or even no makeup at all."
Even with light makeup or a bare face, He Yanrong looked absolutely stunning. Her confidence stemmed from her face and her figure, no matter what Li Zhiyan’s preferences were.
He Yanrong felt that she could adapt to them all.
"I think your heavy makeup looks great. Only Aunt Rong can pull off this kind of dramatic look."
Li Zhiyan paused to think for a moment. Whether it was Lai Feifei’s exquisite features, Shen Hongmei’s mature allure, or Zhao Shumin’s sophisticated beauty...
None of them could carry such striking makeup. Only He Yanrong could pull it off effortlessly.
"Mm, then Aunt will keep doing makeup like this. Whatever you like, Aunt will change to match it."
"Do you like seeing Aunt in a qipao?"
He Yanrong was being unusually straightforward. Deep down, she wondered if she could get Li Zhiyan to confess first. Even though she was old enough to be his mother...
She was still a woman, after all, and being a little passive wouldn’t hurt.
"I do, Aunt Rong. You look good in everything you wear."
"I need to head to work now."
Li Zhiyan couldn’t tell whether He Yanrong was teasing him, flirting, or if she was genuinely considering their relationship.
But one thing he knew for sure—he wasn’t going to be the one to confess first.
His ambitions were too great; he wanted everything.
If he were to take the initiative, it would mean the end of his plans before they had even begun.
If Aunt Rong truly had the intention of pursuing a relationship...
Then she’d definitely make the first move.
"Mm, baby. Aunt is heading home too."
"Wait, Aunt."
"What is it?"
"I want to hug Aunt one more time."
"You silly child."
He Yanrong took the initiative and walked up to embrace Li Zhiyan. She could feel his hand accidentally brush against her sleek black-stockinged legs.
"Baby, do you like black stockings?"
"I do."
"Then go ahead, touch Aunt’s black stockings."
Saying that, He Yanrong guided Li Zhiyan’s hand to her black-stockinged thigh.
The spot was near the slit in her qipao, allowing Li Zhiyan to feel the smooth, round contours of half her leg encased in the silky tights.
"That’s enough, head off to work now, baby."
"Aunt will keep chatting with you on WeChat."
Even though she had decided to actively pursue Li Zhiyan, reaching this level of boldness had already left He Yanrong feeling a little overwhelmed.
It wasn’t until Li Zhiyan had ridden off on his bike that she finally let out a sigh of relief.
