"President, it seems I hit the nail on the head. You really are despicable."
"Otherwise, why would you be so exasperated and out of control?"
Catherine forced herself to calm down. She realized clearly that if things escalated to physical conflict, she wouldn’t stand a chance against Li Zhiyan.
After all, he was one of those people who actually knew martial arts.
"Li Zhiyan, what exactly do you want? Hurry up and kiss me!"
"President, I’ve already said it. If you’re unwilling, just leave. The company’s affairs are quite busy anyway."
"I’m going to the washroom."
Li Zhiyan stood up and released Catherine.
Nearby, several gazes converged on him, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. A beautiful foreign girlfriend was something most people wouldn’t even dare to dream about!
Watching Li Zhiyan’s retreating figure, Catherine felt a wave of inner conflict.
She knew that if she walked away now, all her efforts up to this moment would be wasted.
"I’ll just consider it being bitten by a dog. Anyway, I’ve been bitten by this dog before, so what’s the difference now!"
Resolutely, Catherine followed Li Zhiyan into the restroom.
Much later, Li Zhiyan escorted Catherine to the internet café entrance.
At the door, a red McLaren was parked—it was Catherine’s car.
"President, take care."
Fresh from washing her hands, Catherine resolved to wash them several more times at lunch.
"You beast. There’s still one more appointment."
Thinking this, Catherine felt a sense of relief. This torment was finally nearing its end.
Otherwise, she didn’t know how much longer she could endure the suffering.
"Li Zhiyan, I really think you’re sick. You’d better go see a doctor before you drop dead in my company someday."
"I’m just young, that’s all."
Catherine didn’t respond, gritting her teeth in frustration as she left the internet café, while Li Zhiyan returned to idling his time away.
After driving to a secluded spot, Catherine reclined her seat and lay back slightly.
"That damned beast—he must be sick."
"The only solution is for him to die sooner rather than later."
Catherine continued cursing under her breath before closing her eyes to get some rest.
Massaging her sore wrist, Catherine kept muttering curses against Li Zhiyan.
In her mind, she endlessly plotted how to exact revenge on him, how to make that damn beast realize her wrath.
Li Zhiyan must regret ever crossing her, no matter what!
The afternoon passed uneventfully.
Li Zhiyan spent the day idling.
"Payday’s just around the corner—five thousand in hand, sweet as can be."
"But what exactly is that big opportunity?"
Working at Changlong International had been something the system flagged for him early on, and it stuck with him clearly.
His persistence in staying with Changlong International was undoubtedly linked to that opportunity.
Still, Catherine, as a foreigner, did indeed seem to have endless energy. Perhaps this was one of the differences between Caucasians and Asians?
Lost in random thoughts, Li Zhiyan’s phone rang—it was Aunt Shen.
"How about dinner together tonight?"
"Your Aunt Rong will be there too. I’ve already sent you the location."
Thinking of Aunt Shen’s long, stocking-clad legs, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel a surge of heat he struggled to contain. After all, he wasn’t truly with Catherine, and it just wasn’t the same.
Tonight’s dinner could be an opportunity—would there be a chance to ignite some sparks with Aunt Shen again?
After texting Aunt Zhao to explain he wouldn’t be home that evening, Li Zhiyan set out in his Mercedes.
By dusk, the ambient lights in the Mercedes shone beautifully, and the iconic emblem on the hood constantly reminded Li Zhiyan that he was driving a Mercedes.
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment swell within him.
"I wonder what kind of satisfaction people driving a Maybach feel?"
He thought about Aunt Lai’s Maybach that was parked downstairs from his apartment. Ever since Aunt Lai bought that S480, she hadn’t even driven it once.
Being a regular drinker, she scarcely drove at all. Even when she did, she preferred her little compact Xiaomi car.
When he finally arrived at the restaurant Aunt Shen had pinned, Li Zhiyan noticed Aunt Shen’s Audi A6 just finishing parking.
The three Shanghai "sisters" were extremely close—they dined together almost every other day, and Li Zhiyan had long grown accustomed to it.
After smoothly parallel parking, Li Zhiyan approached the three women.
The three women called out to him at once, making Li Zhiyan feel somewhat overwhelmed by their affection and attention.
Before entering this circle of mature women, there hadn’t been anyone who truly cared for him.
He had once treated Xu Qianqian so well, yet she purely toyed with him, occasionally trying to weasel some pocket money out of him.
But the aunts genuinely cared for him, treating him as if he were their own son.
Hearing He Yanrong call Li Zhiyan "Baby," Shen Hongmei felt slightly uncomfortable. After all, they had broken up already.
But she didn’t say anything. No matter what, the difference in their "family roles" was very real.
Shen Hongmei, Lai Feifei, and He Yanrong truly treated Li Zhiyan like a child.
"Aunt Shen, Aunt Lai, Aunt Rong."
Today, Aunt Lai carried a pink LV handbag, giving off a particularly cute vibe. She walked over to Li Zhiyan and pulled two cans of Wangzai Milk out of her bag.
"Zaizai, Aunt bought these for you. Drink up quickly!"