Aunt Lai, how exactly do you intend to carry out your punishment?

He Yanrong was a woman whose very appearance radiated an unrestrained, seductive allure. Even if she did nothing at all, just by watching her pretty face and the faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes, Li Zhiyan felt his hormones surging. The fact that she was Liu Jinxin’s mother only added a layer of peculiar excitement to his heart. At the same time, he could sense that He Yanrong was genuinely flustered. He saw her as the gentle, refined type of Jiangnan woman, and her meticulous, tender way of doing things, paired with that seductive face, truly made his heart race.

Meanwhile, Li Zhiyan felt genuine joy about his part-time job with Shen Hongmei. It wasn’t just about the extra income; the most important thing was that it gave him more opportunities to see her. Ever since that intimate encounter between them, he had become utterly obsessed with everything about her. Some experiences, you only truly understand once you’ve been through them.

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking." Seeing her two friends glaring at her, Lai Feifei decisively surrendered.

"I’m going to go take care of something..."

After leaving the private room, He Yanrong felt a wave of crushing shame. She had been too indulgent with her daughter over the years, which was why she had become so wilful. Yet, deep down, she couldn't help but crave that feeling of being the one to feed him.

"I really need to have a serious talk with my daughter!" He Yanrong thought to herself.

Inside the room, Lai Feifei lay on the bed, enjoying a foot massage from a female technician. Her beautiful, mature face was filled with satisfaction.

"Little Yan-bao, have a cocktail."

"Forget it, Auntie Lai, I don't really want to drink... and I have to work tomorrow." Ever since Shen Hongmei had forced drinks on him last time, Li Zhiyan found the memory unforgettable; the feeling of being hungover was far from pleasant.

"Are you looking down on your Auntie Lai?" Lai Feifei suspected Li Zhiyan was put off because she had already sipped from the bottle. As she spoke, she extended her tongue and licked the rim of the bottle in a clean circle. "Don't be like that. I brush my teeth every day, my mouth is fragrant. If you don't believe me, you can taste for yourself."

It wasn't just fragrant, it was smooth too. After placing the licked cocktail in front of Li Zhiyan, Lai Feifei urged him to drink. Shen Hongmei’s eyes widened; she truly couldn't understand why Lai Feifei was so infatuated with Li Zhiyan. There were plenty of men in their circle—in a society based on connections, everyone had some level of social interaction—yet Lai Feifei was always indifferent to those middle-aged men, keeping her interactions strictly professional. But ever since Li Zhiyan entered their circle, it was as if Lai Feifei had suddenly let go of all inhibitions, constantly teasing him. It seemed she really did view him as a little boy.

"Lai Feifei, you crazy woman, tone it down. Don't corrupt the kid!"

"What, Hongmei? Are you jealous? It makes sense; I could tell right away there was something between you two. You're just worried I’ll snatch Little Yan-bao away, aren't you? Come here and feed him yourself, then I'll stay away. We're all women here, it's fine."

Shen Hongmei felt a sense of exasperation. This crazy woman wouldn't stop with her suggestive remarks.

Soon, He Yanrong returned to the room and sat down in front of Li Zhiyan. She used