After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 254 - 113 ✩✩✩✩✩ Aunt Rong emotionally out of control; extreme tension at Catherine’s workstation!_4

Chapter 254: 113 ✩✩✩✩✩ Aunt Rong emotionally out of control; extreme tension at Catherine’s workstation!_4

"Rongrong, what did you do today?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just took a walk through the reed fields while practicing for the driving test."

Liu Li was dumbfounded after hearing this and gave He Yanrong a big thumbs-up.

"Rongrong, you’re really wild. I truly admire you."

"You completely live up to your sultry looks."

"Hmph, well, baby just loves my looks."

He Yanrong knew very well that Li Zhiyan was absolutely obsessed with her body.

"Of course, what man wouldn’t love your kind of look? If I were a man, even if I had to go to jail, I wouldn’t let a sexy fox like you slip away."

"That foxy face of yours, and those flirtatious eyes, you’re just too seductive."

"If I had your looks, I’d have saved at least ten million as a young technician."

Liu Li said jealously.

"By the way, you’ve really gone all out with this Lactation Soup, huh."

Feeling a little embarrassed, He Yanrong replied, "My body’s naturally weak, so I have to nourish it properly."

"Why don’t you go keep an eye on things downstairs? I’ll text you when the food’s ready."

"Alright, I’m heading down."

...

In the afternoon, Li Zhiyan went to his internet café to slack off.

He had absolute confidence in passing the driving test tomorrow; it was way too easy for him, and soon he’d have a driver’s license.

Then he could take Aunt Rong out for a drive.

However, thinking about how he got his car, the thought filled Li Zhiyan with a sense of shame—it was a gift from Aunt Rong, an Audi.

He’d never imagined he’d end up being a "kept man." Of course, being a "kept man" was never his intention.

It’s just that Aunt Rong was such a hopeless romantic, he really couldn’t say no. Refusing her outright brought her to tears, and he couldn’t stand to see Aunt Rong cry.

While playing games and slacking, Li Zhiyan casually browsed professional websites to study various subjects and languages.

He had already mastered almost 10 languages, and his goal of fluently speaking all the languages in the world didn’t seem too far off.

Around three in the afternoon, Li Zhiyan checked out Aunt Zhao’s livestream.

The livestream room was the same as usual, with around a hundred people watching. Clicking on the avatars revealed they were mostly beauty-loving young women.

The stream of small gifts never stopped.

Li Zhiyan completely understood why—Aunt Zhao’s shop was the only place where one could buy genuinely unique clothing online.

Most importantly, Aunt Zhao’s designs were stunning. She was simply a born fashion designer with a gift for handmade clothing.

"Aunt Rong’s gift revenue is pretty impressive. At this rate, she could make at least 30,000 a month."

Close to the end of his shift, Li Zhiyan returned to his company to clock out. Once again, Catherine called him into her office to engage in some workplace black-silk harassment.

Li Zhiyan resisted silently, responding by caressing Catherine’s black-stockinged legs and her snowy white thighs.

Of course, Catherine didn’t hold back with her flirtation either, frequently teasingly showing off her impressive cleavage and curvaceous figure.

But Li Zhiyan didn’t fall for it. After leaving her office, Catherine watched his retreating figure, growing even more frustrated inside. This inexperienced, inferior Asian man.

Even after all her attempts at seduction, he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her waist for a kiss? What was wrong with him? She thought bitterly about eagerly waiting for their five pre-arranged, anytime-anywhere kisses.

Catherine’s heart burned with even greater indignation.

...

By evening, Lai Feifei cooked a meal for He Yanrong.

She painstakingly prepared it, saying she wanted to thank He Yanrong for taking care of her these past few days. However, Aunt Forgetful’s cooking skills were seriously lacking.

Before long, she frowned.

"What’s wrong, Rongrong? It doesn’t taste good?"

"It’s awful! You crazy woman, I told you not to cook, but you insisted!"

"Alright then, why don’t you stir-fry a couple of dishes for me?"

"It’s no big deal. We’ll settle with this for now; there’s still rib soup later."

"All you ever drink is rib soup—what, trying to boost your milk supply or something?"

"I told you, my body is weak. I need the nourishment."

Feeling a bit guilty, He Yanrong replied, but that part was the truth—her body had always been frail.

It had been this way since childhood. Plus, after being tired out by Li Zhiyan recently, she was completely overwhelmed.

She wanted to properly replenish her health so she could keep up with him better.

"Fair enough. I’ll go fetch you the rib soup."

"You’re not having rib soup? What about alcohol?"

He Yanrong rolled her eyes at Lai Feifei—the boozehound couldn’t go a day without drinking.

Shortly after, Lai Feifei returned with the rib soup.

She also brought along a bottle of red wine.

"Rongrong."

Sitting down, Lai Feifei tentatively asked, "Tomorrow’s the seventh day. Your temporary relationship with Zaizai will end. So what’s his plan?"

Her nervousness was evident as she asked.

"Not telling you."

"Stingy little vixen."

"What’s there to it?"

"Honestly, I don’t really want to know either."

"I’ll just ask my own Zaizai eventually."

"That’s my Zaizai! If there’s anything, Zaizai would definitely tell me first."

Lai Feifei said as she took a sip of wine.

After dinner, Lai Feifei proactively headed to the kitchen to do the dishes.

Meanwhile, He Yanrong went to the private room where the three of them often gathered, waiting for him.

At that moment, outside Century Palace.

A refined, scholarly-looking man with half-frame glasses stepped out of a Rolls Royce.

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