Li Zhiyan leaned in and kissed He Yanrong directly. "This is really not okay, baby, stop this." Because they were kissing, He Yanrong’s words were muffled and unclear. "Xiao Yan, just one kiss, nothing more." The way Aunt Rong both resisted and yielded stirred an unusual sense of excitement in Li Zhiyan’s heart, yet Aunt Rong was incredibly honest about her own feelings. Five minutes later, Li Zhiyan finally pulled away from He Yanrong. Afterward, He Yanrong helped him wipe off the lipstick from his lips. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. "There, that’s enough, make sure Aunt Lai never finds out. And no more kissing Aunt again in the future." He Yanrong said very seriously. "Aunt, I understand." "Aunt, I’m a little hungry." Li Zhiyan looked at He Yanrong in front of him with wide, pleading eyes. He Yanrong’s delicate face began to blush. During the time they were together, Li Zhiyan really couldn’t bear to part from her, always wanting to stay close and hold her. "Baby, behave yourself." "Aunt, I’m begging you, I miss you so much." Looking at Aunt Rong’s enchanting face flushed with red, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel a wave of heat rising in his chest. After a long while, He Yanrong resolutely stood up, walked to the window, and called Lai Feifei to ask when she would be coming back. She had made up her mind—she had to suppress her emotions! But just as the call connected, Li Zhiyan hugged Aunt Rong from behind, pressing close. Then he gently kissed Aunt Rong’s cheek. "Feifei, when are you coming home?" "Probably in half an hour." "Alright, come back soon. Your Zaizai misses you." "Zaizai is so sweet. I’ll bring you some milk tea later!" After hanging up, Li Zhiyan leaned close to He Yanrong’s ear and said, "Aunt, please." "Xiao Yan, don’t make things hard for Aunt." He Yanrong continued to reject Li Zhiyan’s advances, but Li Zhiyan showed no intention of giving up. He knew Aunt Rong was already moved. "Aunt, I miss you so much..." Li Zhiyan kept murmuring similar words into Aunt Rong’s ear, and finally, the thin layer of rationality He Yanrong was clinging to shattered at a certain breaking point. Images of what happened at Century Palace today flashed before her eyes once more. Feeling a deep sense of despair inside, it was Xiao Yan who had appeared and rescued her in her time of need. That moment of safety and comfort was something He Yanrong knew she’d never forget. "Xiao Yan, remember this—it will never happen again!" He Yanrong said seriously. "Alright, Aunt, I understand!" "Don’t worry, I’ll keep that in mind!" "Aunt, it’s in your bag, isn’t it?" He Yanrong opened her bag, took something out, and closed her eyes. Half an hour later, Lai Feifei came back. "Alright, I’ve picked out the sofa, bed, and mini-fridge. They’ll deliver them later!" "Rongrong, why is your face so red?" Lai Feifei asked, slightly suspicious. Then, she noticed He Yanrong’s slight trembling, as though she was still upset from what happened at Century Palace earlier. Feeling concerned, she walked over and held He Yanrong’s hand. "Alright, Rongrong, don’t be angry. It’s all in the past, and we didn’t really lose anything, did we?" Before Lai Feifei could finish her sentence, the clicking sound of high heels came from outside. A moment later, Shen Hongmei entered, dressed in Valentino and nude stockings. "Rongrong, did someone slap you? Why is your face so red?"