My vitality overflows abundantly.

From this batch of information, Li Zhiyan realized something crucial.

He had just glimpsed a vast amount of others’ private matters, and that sensation filled him with an indescribable thrill.

However, today’s intelligence lacked any profitable leads, leaving him somewhat disappointed.

His financial situation could only be described as worsening by the day, though the remaining reserves were still enough to sustain his living.

After all, endowed with an extraordinary photographic memory and learning ability, even if such intelligence updates ceased, he could still live comfortably.

He also understood why Liu Jinxin constantly preached in the group chat that men should squat to urinate—he was only a step away from becoming a bizarre figure himself.

What shocked him most was Xu Qianqian’s romantic history.

Soon after, his focus shifted to the final piece of information: Shen Hongmei suffered from menstrual cramps.

This presented a perfect opportunity to draw closer to her.

Li Zhiyan was fully aware that he was just an ordinary person now, without any extraordinary abilities or influential background.

There was absolutely no chance that Shen Hongmei would take the initiative to be with him.

After all, Shen Hongmei was a successful, highly rational woman in her early forties.

Her mind was clear; if it weren’t for this intelligence, their paths would likely never cross meaningfully.

Therefore, he had to make the first move.

A mature woman like Shen Hongmei, with such admirable qualities, was worth his efforts.

As for Xu Qianqian, a pure vixen, if Li Zhiyan ever showed her a kind face again, he would feel like a despicable sycophant.

“Aunt Shen, do you think this is fate between us?” Li Zhiyan asked with a smile as they waited for their barbecue to arrive.

Shen Hongmei rolled her eyes with a hint of coquettishness.

“What fate? If you really hurt someone, it’d be a criminal case, and your life would be ruined—you wouldn’t even stand a chance at becoming a civil servant.”

“I probably wouldn’t pass anyway,” Li Zhiyan said. With his current intellect, he felt he could probably clear the exams, but the bureaucratic lifestyle wasn’t for him.

He still dreamed of a future with financial freedom and no worries.

That was the life Li Zhiyan aspired to.

“Don’t be so pessimistic about the future. Although it’s tough for university students these days,” Shen Hongmei comforted him, “you never know how things will turn out.”

Yet deep down, she knew better than anyone else.

A kid from a small county like Li Zhiyan faced a bleak future with little hope.

No matter how hard a poor child studied, they could never outshine a wealthy heir born into privilege.

Still, Li Zhiyan lacked any unfounded confidence, which earned her a certain fondness.

Realistically, they wouldn’t have much interaction going forward.

“By the way, was Qianqian well-behaved at school?” Shen Hongmei changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on such a harsh topic.

Their shared connection was Xu Qianqian, so naturally, the conversation drifted to her.

“She’s… decent enough,” Li Zhiyan replied carefully.

Having endured setbacks, he was no fool.

He wouldn’t speak ill of Xu Qianqian in front of Shen Hongmei; no matter what, they were mother and daughter.

His relationship with Shen Hongmei was something else entirely.

Although they had shared an intimate encounter the previous night, she still saw him as a child.

After reading the intelligence that Xu Qianqian was already like a filthy drain, Li Zhiyan felt even more disgusted by her past arrogance toward him.

He vowed to conquer her heart—his ultimate revenge against that vile woman.

Shen Hongmei noticed Li Zhiyan’s apparent dislike for her daughter and swiftly changed the topic.

As a company owner, she was naturally adept at reading the room.

Their barbecue and lamb spine dishes arrived, and they ate together.

Shen Hongmei deliberately spoke less; since they wouldn’t meet again, she wanted to cool things down.

She firmly believed that Li Zhiyan’s affection for her was a profound mistake.

The meal was quiet until about twenty minutes later.

Li Zhiyan noticed Shen Hongmei’s eyebrows knit slightly, but even after setting down her iced orange juice, she remained composed.

At that moment, Shen Hongmei felt a sharp, piercing pain in her abdomen.

Her menstrual cramps had plagued her since she was fourteen, tormenting her for nearly thirty years without relief.

Setting down her chopsticks, she gently pressed her hand against her stomach.

Li Zhiyan observed her discomfort and asked, “Aunt Shen, are you having your period?”

“How did you know?” Shen Hongmei didn’t blush or feel embarrassed like a young girl; the strength of a mature woman’s heart was incomparable.

“I saw you put down the iced orange juice and stopped eating the skewers.”

“Looks like menstrual pain, right?”

“Mm…”

Talking about cramps only intensified the pain she felt.

“Aunt Shen, how about I use a home remedy from my family to help ease it?”

“You can help?”

“Of course. Let’s go to the car; I’ll prepare it for you.”

Though Shen Hongmei’s rational mind wanted to distance herself from Li Zhiyan, the pain was undeniable.

“Alright… let’s see if it works.”

“Aunt Shen, please sit down. I’ll pay the bill this time—it’s my treat.”

She was about to insist on paying, always treating him like a child not to be burdened.

“I’ll handle it…”

Nevertheless, Li Zhiyan took the initiative and paid. Their meal cost over three hundred yuan, a normal price in the metropolis.

Usually, his meat-laden takeout orders alone cost over fifty yuan.

Supporting Shen Hongmei to the car, he helped her into the backseat.

He then went to a nearby convenience store to buy a warming patch.

Returning, he found her curled up, pale as a ghost.

Li Zhiyan was startled—he’d never seen a woman in such pain from menstrual cramps. It felt less like menstruation and more like being stabbed.

“Aunt Shen,” he said, “put this warming patch on your belly first.”

Enduring the pain, she applied the patch. She hadn’t expected her period to come two days early—perhaps it was because of the wildness last night.

After all, she was in her forties.

Li Zhiyan got into the car from the other side.

“Aunt Shen, menstrual pain is often related to cold in the uterus.”

She looked at him in surprise, not expecting this young man to know so much. She still remembered.

Li Zhiyan was undoubtedly a pure soul—this was apparent from their first meeting.

“If I’m right, your hands and feet might feel cold.”

“Aunt Shen, I’ll warm your hands and feet for you.”

“The feet are a magical part—when they’re warm, your whole body warms up.”

“You have to take good care of them.”

Saying this, Li Zhiyan gently took Shen Hongmei’s slender, fair hand. Though she was tall—about 183 centimeters—her hands were still smaller than his.

This was the difference between men and women.

“Your hands are so hot…”

Feeling the heat from Li Zhiyan’s palm, Shen Hongmei felt some relief from her cramps.

“My hands have always been warm since I was little—maybe because I have abundant yang energy.”

“Aunt Shen, let me warm your feet too.”

“My body temperature is quite high; warming them will ease the pain.”

Seated halfway, Li Zhiyan gazed at her feet clad in Valentino high heels and sheer stockings.

Grasping those delicate feet, he felt captivated beyond reason.

“Alright…”

“Okay.”

Though strong inside, Shen Hongmei didn’t want to endure the torment any longer.

“Aunt Shen, let me help you take off your high heels.”