"Mm, let’s hang up for now. See you later at Bamboo Inn."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Hongmei looked at Lai Feifei, who nearly had her face pressed against hers, and pushed the drunken woman’s face away helplessly.
"What are you doing? Staring at me while I’m on the phone—this isn’t some fleeting romance moment."
Lai Feifei finally sprawled herself onto Shen Hongmei’s lap, shamelessly groping her thighs.
"Ugh, get off! Why are you so shamelessly perverse!"
"Crazy woman! Drunken fool! Maniac!"
Lai Feifei didn’t respond. Despite the layer of liquid courage provided by the alcohol, she couldn’t stop the trembling deep inside her over what she was about to do.
"What’s in your bag? It feels heavy."
Curious, Shen Hongmei reached for Lai Feifei’s bag, but Lai Feifei clutched it tightly to herself.
"It’s Zaizai’s milk, something for him!"
Lai Feifei proclaimed seriously.
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Later that evening, Li Zhiyan drove his Mercedes E-Class while staring at the emblem up front as he pulled into Bamboo Inn.
This restaurant, with its spacious courtyard, held certain nostalgic memories for him.
Just at the entrance, Li Zhiyan noticed a Wuling MINI and an Audi A6 parked nearby.
Aunt Rong was standing in front of the MINI. Her attire today seemed far less deliberate—she’d thrown on a fairly ordinary cheongsam.
Compared to the black dress she wore the day she confessed to him, today’s outfit fell miles short—but even then, her seductive aura remained impossible to hide.
In the eastern world, Aunt Rong embodied a true fox spirit; in the west, she’d be the legendary Enchanting Demon. No sane man could possibly resist Aunt Rong’s allure.
Aunt Shen and Aunt Lai, on the other hand, were dressed impeccably.
Aunt Shen wore a white professional suit paired with silk Valentino stockings and long legs, exuding an icy yet charming elegance.
The holiness exuded by her white professional attire was palpable.
Thinking of Aunt Shen’s Valentino brilliance, Li Zhiyan couldn’t control the searing heat rising within him.
To him, Aunt Shen was equally irresistibly captivating.
Aunt Zaizai, however, opted for a black skirt suit, with the hemline neatly covering half her thighs.
Below, her legs were impeccably wrapped in sheer black stockings, complemented by delicate stiletto heels—a stunningly alluring contrast.
The striking beauty of Shanghai socialites certainly lived up to its reputation, as Li Zhiyan felt a peculiar emotion toward Aunt Zaizai—tinged with a special air.
As his three aunts waited for him together, Li Zhiyan swallowed slightly, his heart swelling with happiness.
The three women simultaneously approached Li Zhiyan, noticing he hadn’t arrived in the Audi A6 they’d given him.
He Yanrong felt a pang of disappointment in her heart—perhaps her baby had already made a choice. At the same time, she sighed quietly in relief.
Choosing Shen Hongmei would be the best outcome.
Shen Hongmei approached her Audi’s rear, opened the trunk, and handed Li Zhiyan a small bag.
"Sweetheart, Aunt brought you a birthday gift."
Li Zhiyan accepted Aunt Shen’s gift, his curiosity piqued.
"What is this, Aunt?"
Soon, Aunt Zaizai unveiled the answer to his question.
"Hongmei, you really went all out!"
Lai Feifei silently cursed such shameless tactics—using money to win over her Zaizai!
"It’s a Richard Mille watch."
"Though it’s a beginner model, it still costs over five hundred thousand!"
"You’re really something!"
Lai Feifei exclaimed in astonishment. Li Zhiyan was equally stunned—a watch worth over half a million!