0012 Shrew Tears into Li Zhiyan with Fury

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Li Zhiyan had never experienced anything related to romance before. Even his first kiss was only last night, initiated by Shen Hongmei, who had him sit on her lap and taught him how to kiss. That moment was etched deeply in his mind, unforgettable. What followed was even more intoxicating—Valentino pillows by his side, torn stockings—all of it left Li Zhiyan longing intensely. He vowed that one day, he would possess Shen Hongmei’s superb legs, those statuesque limbs clad in Valentino and silk stockings, standing at an impressive 1.83 meters.

Collecting his scattered thoughts, Li Zhiyan entered his rented apartment. It was an old neighborhood, a purely stair-accessed building with no elevator. According to Lai Feifei, it was a property she had bought awaiting demolition. However, the area wasn’t slated for redevelopment, so it remained intact, unlike most other old neighborhoods she had purchased, which had since been demolished. Thinking this over, Li Zhiyan felt that this “lucky auntie” from Shanghai truly lived up to her reputation—her luck was undeniably invincible.

As he walked, Li Zhiyan suddenly realized something: everything he had seen today, every memory, was unusually vivid. Even the posters he had seen at the lottery shop were clear in his mind. The details and techniques Shen Hongmei had taught him last night played back like a slideshow.

“What’s happening to my body...?” he wondered.

“Is this what they call a photographic memory?”

With that thought, Li Zhiyan was eager to return to his room and put it to the test.

Upon entering, he saw his roommate Shang Shunsheng and his girlfriend sitting together, exchanging flirtatious banter. In the kitchen, a middle-aged woman in a plaid shirt was cooking. This was Shang Shunsheng’s mother, Zhao Shumin, a woman for whom Li Zhiyan had never held any fondness.

If Shen Hongmei was a strong and fiery woman, then Zhao Shumin was a downright shrew. Shen Hongmei was reasonable; when dealing with unpleasant people, she liked to say, “I am your own mother!” Yet she was gentle towards her own Shen Ayi. Just earlier in the car, she had rested her beautiful legs on the windshield and shared many insights with him.

Zhao Shumin, on the other hand, was utterly unreasonable and prone to tantrums. Li Zhiyan had witnessed her arguing with neighbors, even tearing the neighbor’s clothes to reveal a red bra beneath. Despite her tempestuous nature, Zhao Shumin was undeniably beautiful in a simple, unadorned way. Even her outdated plaid shirt couldn’t conceal her allure. She embodied the classic mature beauty archetype, standing about 165 cm tall, with the most striking feature being her impressive F-cup bust.

Shen Hongmei’s bust was at an E-cup level, while the alluring Lai Ayi was a D-cup at 160 cm, which was already quite remarkable. For a shrew like Zhao Shumin to possess an F-cup, it must have been a physical burden to carry around.

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Her rounded, shapely hips were equally captivating. Li Zhiyan appreciated her figure greatly. But when he recalled Zhao Shumin’s volatile temper, he instinctively wanted to keep his distance. The thought of her fiercely ripping the neighbor lady’s clothes and tearing her bra made him uneasy.

Back in his room, Li Zhiyan powered on his college laptop, which now tended to overheat. He searched online for a news article, intending to test his memory. After a quick glance, he closed his eyes and realized he could recall every detail of the article with crystal clarity. Even his teacher’s lectures resurfaced vividly—past exam questions, basketball stars, the ribbon of the girl seated in front of him during middle school.

When he opened his eyes, Li Zhiyan felt he had acquired an extraordinary ability.

“If this is true...” he murmured, “I should be able to learn rapidly.”

Recalling what he had once studied, Li Zhiyan recited a passage in English fluently and effortlessly.

“Even if nothing else, I could master various languages and become a translator,” he mused. “A polyglot translator would be quite a rare talent.”

He opened a website and began self-studying French. Thanks to his enhanced memory, his progress was swift.

It was past ten o’clock at night when Li Zhiyan decided to go to the bathroom. But seeing the bathroom light was on, he sat on the sofa to wait.

“If I ever have money, I must rent a whole place. This shared living situation is just too inconvenient,” he thought.

After a while, Shang Shunsheng’s slender, slightly tanned girlfriend came out. Spotting Li Zhiyan on the sofa, she suddenly shouted at him.

“You pervert! What are you doing sitting on the sofa?”

Li Zhiyan blinked in confusion. “The sofa is a common area—why can’t I sit here?”

“The sofa faces the bathroom! Are you spying on me? I find it suspicious that you roam around wearing shorts all day!”

“Calling the cops!”

“Are you out of your mind? Damn, look in a mirror and see what you actually look like!”

Li Zhiyan refused to tolerate her nonsense.

Soon, Shang Shunsheng appeared.

“Stop arguing,” he said, pulling his girlfriend Liu Yan behind him. “Li Zhiyan, don’t come out wearing shorts and a T-shirt at home anymore. Knock before you come out! We rent two rooms here, you only rent one! If you offend my girlfriend again, don’t blame me for getting physical.”

Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. Wearing long sleeves in thirty-six-degree weather?

“I pay for this apartment myself, and now I have to knock to come out into the living room? Who the hell do you think you are?”

Before Shang Shunsheng came to work in Shanghai, he had been a complete troublemaker, often involved in fights at school. He was expelled and then came to Shanghai for work, finding a dark-skinned girlfriend.

“Damn you!” Li Zhiyan’s words enraged Shang Shunsheng, who immediately threw a punch.

Li Zhiyan was no pushover. He knew if he lost this fight, life would become unbearable. Swiftly, he landed two punches, seized the moment, and locked Shang Shunsheng’s neck in a chokehold, forcefully bringing him to the ground. In a fight, a well-executed chokehold was unbeatable if the opportunity was seized.

Liu Yan, witnessing this, quickly distanced herself, backing toward the wall, disinterested in the conflict.

At that moment, Zhao Shumin emerged from the secondary bedroom and charged forward, grabbing Li Zhiyan from behind with tremendous strength.

“Let go of my son!” she shouted sharply, tearing a rip in Li Zhiyan’s T-shirt with her fierce grip.