CHAPTER 1276: CHAPTER 1274: A WOMAN LIKE BLUE AND WHITE PORCELAIN

That’s right, in Li Wan’s eyes, Wang Dadong had become a complete fool.

If Wang Dadong wasn’t a fool, why would he voluntarily take the thing that tormented her for a full two months?

That stuff is something everyone avoids like the plague.

Perhaps he just acted on impulse, making such a ridiculous decision, and when the "addiction" sets in, he will surely regret why he did such a thing.

This is what young people are like.

Foolish.

Yet so adorably foolish.

If Li Wan were ten years younger, just what Wang Dadong did would be enough to win her over.

If she were ten years younger, perhaps she would even compete with her niece...

So many ’ifs’.

But they are just ’ifs’.

Many things are destined from the beginning.

Li Wan can only sigh, helplessly.

Being called a fool by Li Wan, Wang Dadong didn’t mind much.

After all, she was his elder, and not just calling him a fool, even calling him an idiot didn’t matter much to him.

As long as Li Wan can come out of that shadow, don’t lose hope, and successfully quit the "addiction," it would also help repay most of Lin Shiyan’s debt of gratitude to her.

Indeed, in Wang Dadong’s heart, everything he did only repaid most of Li Wan’s debt of gratitude, not all of it.

The reason is simple, Li Wan saved Lin Shiyan, and this favor, to him, is greater than anything.

After learning that Li Wan saved Lin Shiyan, Wang Dadong even thought that if Li Wan asked Lin Shiyan to hand over her company to Lin Fei, Lin Shiyan should comply.

Life is the most important thing to him.

To survive, any sacrifice is worth it.

The Piano Emperor, colder than Lin Shiyan by a hundred times, almost never repeated the same sentence to Wang Dadong.

And that sentence was not told to him just twice or thrice.

Life is the foundation of everything, and if anything threatens your life, any sacrifice is worth it.

So while Li Wan thought Wang Dadong was foolish, he didn’t feel that way.

What he did was far less than what Li Wan did for Lin Shiyan.

But to help Li Wan successfully quit the "addiction" was far more difficult for Wang Dadong than killing the Earl.

Therefore, to ensure Li Wan didn’t give up, he was willing to take the "addiction" himself.

"Dadong, are you thirsty? I’ll pour you a glass of water." Li Wan, sitting by the bed, suddenly got up and said.

Li Wan was only wearing a nightgown, and when she stood up, the view in front became particularly alluring.

Wang Dadong immediately turned his head away.

It was really frustrating, was he a complete beast to have such thoughts about Li Wan?

After all, she was his...

Li Wan wearing a nightgown wasn’t intentional.

Before Wang Dadong came, only a few people ever visited the villa, and to those people, it made no difference what she wore, or whether she wore anything at all.

So after being bullied by the Earl again, she just casually put on a nightgown.

Now that those people were dead and Wang Dadong was here, as an elder, dressing like this was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

However, the fact that Wang Dadong had a reaction to her body made Li Wan feel secretly pleased.

Oh my, Li Wan, what are you thinking? He’s Little Yan’s husband, your niece’s husband!

Li Wan quickly pushed out the ridiculous thoughts in her head and quietly said to Wang Dadong, "Dadong, could you step out for a moment?"

"Okay, Aunt. You must be tired today too, take a bath and rest early. I’ll be in the living room, just call me if you need anything." Wang Dadong also felt it inappropriate to stay in Li Wan’s bedroom.

Because of despair with life, Li Wan’s bedroom was a bit messy, with intimate garments thrown everywhere.

No matter where Wang Dadong looked, there were things he shouldn’t see.

If this continued, he would turn into a complete beast.

After all, Li Wan was Lin Shiyan’s aunt, which made her his elder.

He had many women, and he didn’t think it was anything disgraceful.

But facing Li Wan, even just thinking about it felt wicked.

After all, in the eyes of society, if something happened between him and Li Wan, it would be incestuous.

However, Li Wan said she wasn’t part of the Lin Family, and actually had no connection to them.

This meant that strictly speaking, Li Wan wasn’t Lin Shiyan’s aunt...

Oh heck, Wang Dadong, you’re such a beast!

With this thought, Wang Dadong walked straight out of Li Wan’s bedroom.

As Wang Dadong left the bedroom, Li Wan went over to the wardrobe, opened it, and started carefully picking out clothes, without closing the door.

She believed that this niece-in-law of hers, who didn’t dare to even look at her much, would definitely not dare to watch her change clothes.

Indeed, Wang Dadong dared not watch Li Wan change clothes.

However, daring not to watch didn’t mean he didn’t want to watch.

Li Wan, you didn’t even close the door.

Just when Wang Dadong was feeling a bit tormented inside, Li Wan walked out of the room, holding a glass cup filled with water.

"Dadong, have some water," Li Wan said as she walked towards Wang Dadong.

"Okay, Aunt." Wang Dadong stood up.

Seeing Li Wan again made Wang Dadong momentarily stunned.

At this moment, Li Wan had already dressed in a qipao with blue and white porcelain patterns.

The qipao was just the right length, covering half of her thighs, with slits on both sides perfectly positioned. It wasn’t over-patterned, mostly white, complementing Li Wan’s figure, resembling a beautiful blue and white porcelain vase.

It made one feel tempted to hold it and play for a while.

Yet also somewhat afraid to.

For fear that a light touch might shatter it.

Li Wan’s hair was styled up, the makeup smeared from crying was touched up, and she wore simple, linear earrings about an inch long, instantly transforming her into a different person.

From a disheveled, self-destructive image to an elegant and aloof lady.

Li Wan was already beautiful, and with this makeover, even more so.

Women are at their most beautiful in their twenties and thirties. Once they hit forty, beauty starts to decline.

Skin becomes loose, dull, and lacks elasticity.

Yet time seemed to have left no trace on Li Wan. At thirty-seven or thirty-eight, she looked no older than her twenties; if she stood next to Lin Shiyan, people would surely think they were sisters.

In fact, it’s not an unusual phenomenon.

Like how a 50-year-old rural woman next to a 50-year-old celebrity could easily look twenty years apart, or even more.