"Aunt, you’ve even learned how to paint dreams!"
As he said this, Li Zhiyan felt a bit sour inside. Aunt Lai really cared about him deeply.
From the very beginning till now, her kindness toward him had never changed—it was unconditional.
"Zaizai, come here, let Aunt hug you."
"Aunt missed you! These days, you’ve been clinging to that little rascal and that big truck all day, Aunt didn’t even get to hold you. Aunt feels so wronged."
Li Zhiyan lay down beside Aunt Lai, and she quickly wrapped around him—the Lai-style embrace was still as skillful as ever.
Feeling Aunt Lai’s warmth, Li Zhiyan held the back of her head and smelled the fragrance of her hair.
Li Zhiyan kissed Aunt Lai’s forehead.
Calling out "Zaizai," Aunt Lai fell asleep again, breathing evenly and peacefully.
Only then did Li Zhiyan gently release her and cover her with the blanket.
"Aunt Lai probably has a lot of Wangzai Milk in the room, always prepared with two cans in her bag for me before going out."
A sense of warmth flooded his heart.
Li Zhiyan walked toward the kitchen.
Entering, he saw Aunt Shen adding all the seasonings for soup preparation into the pot.
Then she covered the pot with the lid. Aunt Shen’s movements were incredibly smooth—she clearly spent a lot of time in the kitchen.
Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but recall the days when Aunt Lai used to stand with her hands on her hips and order him to fry a few dishes for her.
If he didn’t know how to cook, living with Aunt Lai would probably have left him starving.
"Sweetie, is your Aunt Lai okay?"
"She’s fine, she fell asleep again, probably just a bit tired from drinking too much. Aunt Lai’s health isn’t an issue."
"Sweetie, have you eaten? Let Aunt make you something."
"Aunt, you know how to cook?"
"Of course! Aunt’s a woman from the ’80s—what ’80s woman doesn’t know how to cook?"
"Unlike the spoiled young girls these days who basically don’t cook."
"But, Aunt is usually too busy to cook."
"Actually, Aunt really enjoys cooking."
"Next time, Aunt will make you something delicious."
"Your legs are so fair."
Walking up behind Shen Hongmei, Li Zhiyan hugged Aunt Shen from behind. But due to Aunt Shen’s height,
he couldn’t embrace her in the same seamless, natural way as Zhao Shumin.
"You’re just noticing Aunt’s fair legs now?"
"Aunt, you always wore stockings before, so I’ve hardly ever seen your bare legs."
"Since Aunt hasn’t left the house yet today, of course, no stockings."
Feeling Li Zhiyan’s hand moving along her leg, Shen Hongmei couldn’t help but feel a little flustered inside.
Li Zhiyan was her boyfriend now, so whatever he did was perfectly justified.
"Sweetie, this is the kitchen. Stop touching Aunt’s legs."
"Aunt, then I’ll touch your waist."
Li Zhiyan’s left hand slid to Aunt Shen’s waist. He especially enjoyed this kind of intimacy with her.
Turning around, Aunt Shen’s face had already turned red.
"I want to kiss you."
"Knew it. You can never sit still."
Shen Hongmei understood that Li Zhiyan wasn’t like the average person—his energy was far above the norm.
Lowering her head, Shen Hongmei held Li Zhiyan tightly.
As their lips met, the kiss flowed naturally.
"Aunt, I’ve missed you so much."
"Aunt has missed you too."
The two embraced tightly, with Li Zhiyan holding Aunt Shen’s waist firmly.
After a long while, Aunt Shen turned around.
Today marked the fourth day they were together.
Shen Hongmei clearly remembered her mission—to ensure Xiao Yan chose her in the end.
"Sweetie, go to the dressing room and fetch Aunt’s bag."
Li Zhiyan dashed out, his blood boiling.
In Shen Hongmei’s dressing room, Li Zhiyan noticed several pairs of Valentino shoes and many luxury handbags.
Spotting the bag Aunt Shen carried yesterday, he picked it up and ran back to the kitchen.
Aunt Shen reached into the bag, searching for the compartment.
Finally pulling something out from that hidden pocket, she let out a breath of relief.
"Sweetie, hurry up. Aunt Lai could come out at any moment."
Wrapping his arms around Aunt Shen from behind, Li Zhiyan whispered softly in her ear, "I know, Aunt. I love you so much."
"Aunt loves you too."
Even the ever-rational Shen Hongmei found herself melting under the warmth of Li Zhiyan’s whispers.