CHAPTER 277: AUNT RONG, UNABLE TO RESTRAIN HER EMOTIONS AT THE LAST MOMENT! ✩✩✩✩✩_2

Shen Hongmei pressed her legs together. She wasn’t sure if dating Li Zhiyan was the right thing to do.

But now, whatever was happening with her and Li Zhiyan had already been finalized. It seemed there was no turning back.

"Aunt..."

Li Zhiyan’s eyes occasionally looked at He Yanrong sitting across from him. He was deeply worried about Aunt Rong’s state.

Meanwhile, the three women started chatting, while Lai Feifei reluctantly began drinking.

Half an hour later, Lai Feifei drunkenly said, "Zaizai!"

"Aunt needs to tell you something—dating is fine, but you can’t do that kind of thing."

"If that wicked big car tempts you, tell Mom."

"Mom will beat her up."

"Shen Hongmei, I’ll be sticking with you. Don’t even think about trying anything with my Zaizai."

Recognizing that familiar voice and tone, Li Zhiyan knew Aunt Lai was back!

This was the Aunt who was so unforgettable to him.

"Zaizai, you must listen to Mom, okay?"

"If Shen Hongmei tries to take off your clothes, don’t let her, understand?"

Lai Feifei’s familiar demeanor had returned, which brought He Yanrong some relief.

She felt that Li Zhiyan was a very obedient and well-behaved kid who wouldn’t initiate anything with Shen Hongmei, provided that Lai Feifei kept a close eye on him.

If this happened, there wouldn’t be any of "those things," making He Yanrong feel more balanced internally. Even though she couldn’t be with Li Zhiyan herself, her possessiveness hadn’t diminished one bit.

The group continued chatting, and as Lai Feifei drank more, her words began to multiply.

"Zaizai, you’re my child."

"The two of them are outsiders. You and I are the real family!"

"Here, I brought you Forget-Me Milk!"

She pulled two cans of Forget-Me Milk out of her bag. The gesture warmed Li Zhiyan’s heart immensely. He knew with certainty that Aunt truly did care about him.

From the first time they met, her bias for him had been blatantly obvious.

"Aunt, you’re so good to me."

"What Aunt..."

"You all use nicknames for me, so I think I should give you nicknames too."

"Aunt Lai always calls me Zaizai, so I’ll call you Aunt Zaizai."

He Yanrong’s flirtatious and charming face revealed a hint of a smile.

"Then what should I be called?"

"Precious Aunt."

"Then Shen Aunt should be called Sweet Aunt."

"Drink up, Zaizai. Mom will buy you Forget-Me Milk every day from now on."

After opening the can, Li Zhiyan started drinking.

A while later, Li Zhiyan headed to the restroom.

He Yanrong followed him, and Shen Hongmei didn’t stop her upon seeing this. She understood what sacrifices He Yanrong had made.

She knew He Yanrong must be feeling extremely heartbroken. Such a decision was truly a tragic one for He Yanrong, as her heart didn’t really want to be separated from Li Zhiyan.

The sound of heels clicking approached. Based on the sound, Li Zhiyan guessed it must be Aunt Rong.

"Aunt."

He Yanrong walked over, her gaze affectionate as she looked at Li Zhiyan. Her heart ached, and tears almost fell.

But she forced herself to hold back her emotions. If she were to stay with Li Zhiyan, it would only hurt him.

Under the current circumstances, helping match Shen Hongmei and Li Zhiyan was the best choice.

"Baby, spend these next seven days well with Shen Aunt."

"She’s a good woman."

"By the way, Xiao Yan, did you go to the hospital for a check-up? Aunt feels like your... output level has increased tenfold."

"I did check, Aunt, I’m very healthy."

"It’s probably some kind of talent. Don’t worry."

He Yanrong had been secretly worried that Li Zhiyan might be unwell, but hearing this now, her worries were finally eased.

"Alright, good, Aunt understands."

"Go use the restroom, Aunt will go too."

He Yanrong turned and walked away in the opposite direction. Step by step, her heart sank with an overwhelming sense of loss and sorrow.

Watching Aunt Rong’s graceful figure recede, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel a fiery heat in his chest.

Finally, just as she was about to enter the door, He Yanrong let her emotions completely take over.

Rushing back urgently, He Yanrong grabbed Li Zhiyan’s hand.

Facing Aunt Rong’s enchanting eyes filled with deep emotion, her seductive and charming face, her slender waist, and her overly impressive curves,

Li Zhiyan couldn’t restrain the heat bubbling within. He wrapped his arms tightly around Aunt Rong’s waist.

"Aunt."

"Baby, kiss me..."

He Yanrong leaned in to kiss Li Zhiyan, pouring her passion and tenderness into him.

"Baby, Aunt misses you so much."

"Baby, Aunt doesn’t know what she’d do without you."

He Yanrong slung one of her black-stockinged legs around Li Zhiyan’s body as they held each other tightly and kissed deeply.

"Aunt, I miss you too."

Li Zhiyan said sincerely, his heart genuinely devoted to every Aunt.

"Baby, are you hungry?"

"I am, Aunt, but I think you should rest properly."

Li Zhiyan remembered Aunt Rong’s fragility vividly—that feeling of being completely drained.

"No, Aunt’s fine."

Pulling Li Zhiyan into the restroom stall, He Yanrong leaned against the wall.

Li Zhiyan stepped forward and passionately kissed Aunt Rong.

A moment later, He Yanrong asked, "Baby, not hungry anymore, right?"

"Yes."

"Aunt, we don’t have much time left."

If they stayed in the restroom too long, it would surely raise suspicions.

"You have seven minutes."

"After that, we’ll have to part ways, Baby."