0011 Heart-to-Heart Conversation
Throughout it all, Shen Hongmei always regarded Li Zhiyan as a child.
Even though they had shared seven intimate moments last night.
Still, that couldn’t change the image of Li Zhiyan in her heart.
He would always remain just a boy.
“Aunt Shen…”
“Honestly, I think it’s natural for others to see you as my mother, considering our age difference of twenty-two years.”
“I don’t see it as a problem, because love knows no age.”
“As for those worldly judgments…”
“Aunt Shen…”
“I’ve never really cared about what others think.”
“Because I’ve always believed life is meant to be lived for oneself, not for others. If you live your life based on what others think…”
“You’re just wasting your own life living someone else’s.”
Though Shen Hongmei found Li Zhiyan immature, she couldn’t deny the wisdom in his words.
It was just that she truly couldn’t bring herself to ignore the eyes of others.
“Also, Aunt Shen, you’re so beautiful, with such a great figure and flawless skin. If people knew I had a girlfriend like you, they wouldn’t gossip—they’d envy me.”
“I really want to be with you.”
“I’m willing to bear any consequences that come with being with you.”
Shen Hongmei smiled slightly, her silk-clad legs stretched out on the windshield, drawing Li Zhiyan’s gaze.
“Li Zhiyan, do you have a crush complex?” she asked softly.
“Maybe a little,” he admitted. “But Aunt Shen, I genuinely like you. It’s not just some infatuation that makes me want to be with you.”
“I also know your heart can’t accept being with me.”
“But please don’t reject me outright—give me a chance. Even just one chance, and I’ll prove to you that I truly like you.”
Looking into Li Zhiyan’s sincere eyes, Shen Hongmei wanted to refuse him immediately.
But her heart softened; she couldn’t bring herself to hurt him directly.
After all, they had spent the entire night together as fleeting lovers.
If Shen Hongmei truly felt no special affection for Li Zhiyan, that would be impossible.
“Alright,” she said.
“Li Zhiyan, they say if two people are destined to be together, fate will bring them together.”
“If we meet again and I find you trustworthy, then I’ll be with you.”
“Forget about what happened last night.”
“It’s getting late—I’ll take you home first.”
Shen Hongmei knew her work was demanding, and she traveled all over the vast city of Magic Metropolis.
The chances of running into each other in such a huge place were like finding a needle in a haystack.
From now on, she and Li Zhiyan would probably never meet again.
“Okay, I understand, Aunt Shen. I believe we are fated.”
Li Zhiyan caught the gentle refusal in her words. For most people, this would mean no further connection with Shen Hongmei.
But he had access to future intelligence.
According to his deductions, this information was related to people he had recently encountered, such as Xu Qianqian and Liu Jinxin.
Seeing Li Zhiyan’s innocent expression, Shen Hongmei thought silently: such a child.
He still believed in fate and that meeting her was destined.
The debts of kindness were repaid.
It would be best not to meet again—this would be good for both of them.
…
After arriving at his rented room in Shen Hongmei’s Audi A6, Li Zhiyan said goodbye.
“Aunt Shen, goodbye.”
Shen Hongmei hesitated, then got out of the car and stood before him.
“Li Zhiyan, work hard at Changlong Group. Once you become a full-time employee, your monthly salary will exceed ten thousand yuan, and you’ll have full social benefits. Such a job is rare unless you’re related to Auntie.”
“I know, Aunt Shen. You must keep your promise.”
“I will.”
Shen Hongmei promised, knowing chances to see Li Zhiyan again were slim.
“Aunt Shen, since we’re about to part, can we have a hug?”
Facing the taller and more imposing Shen Hongmei, Li Zhiyan spoke with reluctance in his heart.
The wildness of last night had opened a world he had never experienced before.
His fascination with mature women deepened.
He truly liked Shen Hongmei.
At first, Shen Hongmei wanted to refuse, to cut off Li Zhiyan’s hope.
But then she thought, after this parting, they wouldn’t meet again.
She nodded.
Li Zhiyan stepped forward and embraced her tightly.
“Aunt Shen…”
Holding her waist firmly, he felt as if they might melt into one.
Greedily inhaling her scent, Li Zhiyan wanted to place his hands on her voluptuous, silk-clad legs.
But clearly, now was not the time.
Shen Hongmei gently patted his back, feeling the fiery affection he had for her.
This boy was truly in the prime of his passionate youth.
“All right, Li Zhiyan, Auntie has to go now.”
After they parted, Shen Hongmei noticed a glimpse of stockings peeking out of Li Zhiyan’s pocket.
“Are those my stockings in your pocket?”
Her gaze was curious—why had he taken her stockings?
What was he planning?
Li Zhiyan only then realized he had overlooked this.
But he didn’t hide it; such things were more awkward to conceal.
“Aunt Shen, this afternoon in the hotel room, I saw the stockings you threw away.”
“So I kept them. There are people online who buy used stockings.”
“The cleaners might sell them.”
“So I saved them.”
Shen Hongmei frowned.
“Are there such perverts now?”
“Yes, and some men even wear stockings and then sell them.”
Her brow furrowed even more.
“Well, remember to throw them away. Li Zhiyan, Auntie is leaving now. If you have any difficulties in life, just message me on WeChat.”
Shen Hongmei decided that although she could support Li Zhiyan financially, they shouldn’t meet again.
What happened last night was just an accidental mistake.
This mistake must not continue.
Watching Shen Hongmei leave, Li Zhiyan gently took out the flesh-colored stockings she had worn.
They still bore traces of being soaked.
A faint fragrance drifted from them; Li Zhiyan sniffed lightly.
The image of himself holding her voluptuous long legs flooded his mind again, making his heart itch unbearably.
“Aunt Shen is truly beautiful. Those 1.83-meter legs are intoxicating.”
“Even the stockings smell so good…”
Thinking this, Li Zhiyan longed to hold Shen Hongmei in his arms once more.