After a long while, Shen Hongmei ladled the soup out of the pot.
The redness on her cold yet alluring face made Li Zhiyan feel an uncontainable surge of excitement.
"Sweetie, go take out the trash."
Shen Hongmei handed the trash over to Li Zhiyan and hurried him. She was a bit afraid that Lai Feifei might notice something, which would be troublesome.
"Aunt, why don’t we just throw it out of the window?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, sweetie? If it hits someone’s face, won’t they come after you in rage?"
"Aunt, I was just kidding."
"You, silly child. I’m seriously worried about your health. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your body?"
Shen Hongmei felt that Li Zhiyan had suddenly become different from before; he seemed much more capable now.
"Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry, Aunt. I’ll go take out the trash now."
Watching Li Zhiyan’s strong and vigorous figure from behind, Shen Hongmei finally felt at ease. Perhaps she was worrying too much about Xiao Yan.
After all, Xiao Yan wasn’t an ordinary person. It was perfectly normal for him to be a little different from others.
Not long after, Li Zhiyan returned to Aunt Shen’s house.
"You didn’t throw the trash carelessly, did you?"
"Don’t worry, Aunt. I disposed of it properly in the trash bin."
"Good. The hangover soup is ready. Let’s go check on your Aunt Lai."
"Oh, by the way, you should drink a bowl too. It’s good for your health."
Shen Hongmei took Li Zhiyan to the kitchen and ladled a bowl of soup for him. Although Li Zhiyan knew there was nothing wrong with him, smelling the soup Aunt Shen made made him feel a bit hungry.
Not wanting to make Aunt Shen worry, he took the bowl happily and started drinking. Drinking as he walked, he followed Shen Hongmei to the master bedroom.
Lying in bed, Aunt Lai slowly opened her sleepy eyes as the aroma filled the room. Drowsily, she sat up and rubbed her bleary eyes.
"Hongmei, why is your face so red?"
"It’s from the heat while making your soup."
"Zaizai, come here. Let Aunt hug you."
"Get lost. Sweetie is my boyfriend now, and I’m not letting you hug him. Drink some soup and sober up!"
"I’ll go brush my teeth first."
Lai Feifei seemed to have regained some awareness, heading to the bathroom to clean up before accepting Shen Hongmei’s soup.
"Zaizai, why are you drinking this soup too? You should be drinking the Forget-Zai Milk for Aunt."
"You crazy woman, always drinking and never sobering up. Later, come with me to the company."
Shen Hongmei ultimately couldn’t leave Lai Feifei unattended, but she also didn’t want Li Zhiyan staying around while watching Lai Feifei.
She knew Lai Feifei harbored affections for Li Zhiyan, and it was obvious that Li Zhiyan felt deeply for Lai Feifei as well.
She had no choice but to guard against this crazy woman. Seven days from now, she had to make sure Xiao Yan chose her instead.
"Alright, I’ll go put on some makeup."
"Okay, sweetie. Go focus on your work. You’re quite busy nowadays. I’ll stay here and keep your Aunt Lai company."
Feeling utterly relaxed, Li Zhiyan was already quite content. Looking at Aunt Shen’s snow-white, long legs, he readily agreed.
During the remaining time, Li Zhiyan spent most of it slacking off. By three in the afternoon, he went to the intelligence supermarket.
Knowing the other party’s bottom line made negotiating a breeze for Li Zhiyan, as he sealed the deal effortlessly.
"I wonder when the big opportunity with Changlong International will finally come. Right now, there’s not even a trace of it."
Li Zhiyan felt that the big opportunity was still a long way off, but completing one-third of this month’s KPI was a weight off his shoulders.
After lazing around at the bar for some time, Li Zhiyan remembered Catherine visiting him there.
However, such good times were now gone forever. Their ten-time arrangement had ended, and Catherine was surely plotting her revenge.
Still, Catherine really lived up to the reputation of a "Western wild mare"; Li Zhiyan found himself reminiscing about the events of the morning.
Though not as genuine as Aunt Rong’s approach, Catherine had her own irresistible allure. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder what methods she’d use against him next.
Li Zhiyan knew for certain that the "Western wild mare" wouldn’t just let him off the hook.
Back at the company, Catherine called him to her office again. This time, she was dressed conservatively in a buttoned-up shirt.
Her gaze was filled with unabashed hatred for Li Zhiyan. For years, everything had gone smoothly for her.
But with Li Zhiyan, she constantly faced setbacks, repeatedly humiliated by this yellow-skinned man she truly despised.
Now that their arrangement had ended, Catherine was determined to give him a thorough reckoning.
"Li Zhiyan, come here and massage my feet!"
Sitting on the sofa, Catherine exuded a new level of fierceness. Li Zhiyan sat down, picked up her black-stockinged feet, and removed her high heels.
He then started massaging Catherine’s feet.
"Kissing you felt really good, and I still long for it very much right now."
"I truly wish we could keep kissing."
As Li Zhiyan massaged Catherine’s feet, he spoke with a calm expression. He was well aware that the hatred between him and Catherine had become irreconcilably deep.
No matter how much patience he showed, Catherine would still find ways to make his life difficult. Since that was the case, he figured he might as well do things his own way.
If upsetting Catherine brought him amusement, he’d push every button she had to make her seethe.
"Li Zhiyan, what the hell are you talking about!"
"You lowly yellow-skinned man, how dare you think you deserve to kiss me? Disgusting!"