Such a large commercial space, and it’s two floors—it must be worth tens of millions, right? "This was all bought with the money your Aunt earned back in the day when we invested together. It was really cheap when we got it." Li Zhiyan looked at Aunt with admiration. Despite being drunk nearly every day, Aunt’s investment acumen was truly astounding. To amass her current wealth independently, Aunt was genuinely remarkable. "You’re amazing, Aunt." "Hmph! If you know I’m amazing, why don’t you call me Mom!" After the movers from the delivery service left, a staff member brought in several chairs. Once the three of them sat down, the staff member quietly exited the room. Looking at the empty space in the room, Lai Feifei volunteered, "Rongrong, I’ll go across the street and help you bring over a wardrobe and bed and such." Deep down, Lai Feifei still hoped Rongrong could put in a good word for her in front of Li Zhiyan. She also firmly believed that Rongrong wouldn’t do anything inappropriate with Li Zhiyan—after all, Rongrong would surely stay clear-headed for Zaizai’s safety. Rongrong still felt somewhat downcast and didn’t want to fuss about furniture arrangements anymore. "Zaizai, comfort your Aunt Rong." Lai Feifei instructed as she was leaving. "Alright, I got it, Aunt." After leaving the room, Lai Feifei solidified her resolve to announce tonight that she and Zaizai would be together starting tomorrow. Then she could act freely without being meddled with by Shen Hongmei, that unruly woman! After Lai Feifei left, the room quickly quieted down. As their eyes met, Rongrong instinctively felt a bit of avoidance in her heart. Nevertheless, Rongrong spoke softly, "Sweetheart, I really have to thank you for today. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been in real danger." "Aunt Rong, we’re family—don’t bother thanking me." "I hold a very special love for you in my heart." Li Zhiyan found that saying such words now came much more naturally. Perhaps this meant he was developing the traits of a true scoundrel. "Sweetheart, don’t say things like that. I genuinely think of you as a true junior family member." Rongrong spoke earnestly; she still hoped to draw a clear line between them when it came to romantic boundaries. She believed this separation would prevent harm to Li Zhiyan in the future, and her inner resolve gradually grew stronger. Li Zhiyan moved his chair closer to Rongrong and sat down beside her, gazing at Aunt’s fair, smooth neckline and her seductive, delicate face. Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel intensely flushed—Aunt would always be the epitome of a perfect partner in intimacy. Then, Li Zhiyan gently took Aunt’s pale, jade-like hand in his own. "Sweetheart, what are you doing!" "I already said we should maintain some distance between men and women." "I understand, Aunt, but holding hands isn’t a big deal, right? On our first meeting, you even personally gave me a massage." As he spoke, Li Zhiyan reminisced about Aunt’s gentle care while massaging him. Hearing this, Rongrong realized it wasn’t entirely unreasonable. While she had decided to maintain distance from him, holding hands wasn’t exactly crossing major boundaries. After all, wasn’t it natural for an elder to hold hands with a younger family member? Feeling it was no big deal, Rongrong didn’t stop Li Zhiyan from holding her hand. As he touched Aunt’s hand, Li Zhiyan gently slid his hands upward along her arm. "Sweetheart, you can’t touch Aunt’s arm." "Aunt Rong, but an arm and a hand aren’t really that different, are they?" With that, Li Zhiyan softly kissed Aunt’s hand, and her enchanting face quickly became tinged with a blush. Li Zhiyan felt a deep sense of satisfaction bubble up in his heart. "Aunt, I miss you so much." Saying this, Li Zhiyan placed his hands on Aunt Rong’s black silk-clad legs beneath her cheongsam. As the fiery sensation spread, Rongrong’s heart became utterly flustered. Right now, she was truly at a loss for how to handle Li Zhiyan. "Sweetheart, you can’t touch Aunt’s legs." Rongrong’s breathing became rapid as she tried to remove Li Zhiyan’s hand from her leg, but soon enough, his hand settled somewhere else on her shapely thighs. The torrid sensation made Rongrong’s entire being feel heated up. Each touch by Li Zhiyan felt like a potent drug. Her hormones surged at an extraordinary pace. Then, Li Zhiyan wrapped his arms tightly around Rongrong’s waist. Li Zhiyan’s lips brushed against his Aunt’s as he spoke, and Rongrong’s breathing grew increasingly irregular. "Sweetheart, let go of Aunt. You naughty child." Though her words voiced resistance, Rongrong’s tone betrayed a hint of playfulness, almost coquettish, which stirred a deep excitement in Li Zhiyan’s heart. "Aunt, kiss me again—just one more time!" Li Zhiyan embraced Rongrong tighter, whispering near her ear, "Aunt, please." The two clung to one another tightly. Rongrong’s heart raced uncontrollably, her whole being feeling heated. The saying "thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger" felt increasingly true—Li Zhiyan could sense that Aunt Rong was already overwhelmed with fervor. "Aunt, it’s okay, please..." he pleaded. Saying this, Li Zhiyan leaned in with his lips aiming for Rongrong’s, taking advantage of the moment before she could stop him.