0031 Lai Feifei's Unreasonable Demand

A moment later, Lai Feifei returned.

"Popsicle is here! Li Zhiyan."

Once she was back, Li Zhiyan took the popsicle and began to apply a cold compress for Shen Hongmei. With the cold of the popsicle combined with Li Zhiyan’s firm, skillful massage, Shen Hongmei felt the sharp pain gradually dissipate. She slowly began to return to her normal self.

Seeing that the color had returned to Shen Hongmei’s face, Li Zhiyan breathed a sigh of relief. They say that a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of grace; that night they had shared seven hundred days of history, and Shen Hongmei had truly been very good to him. It was through her personal connections that he had secured his job at Changlong Group. Naturally, his heart was filled with genuine concern for her.

"Auntie Lai, why did you buy alcohol again?"

"I saw that Hongmei was in such pain, so I wanted to get her a drink to help her relax."

Li Zhiyan: "..."

He was too embarrassed to expose her. Shen Hongmei was currently on her period; how could this lush not know that? It was obvious she had just seen the alcohol and couldn't resist the urge to drink. That was the true nature of a drunkard.

"Hongmei, you’re looking much better. Li Zhiyan, you really are something else, but how did you end up here?"

Feeling better, Shen Hongmei looked toward Li Zhiyan, curiosity piqued. As he held her silk-clad, jade-like feet in his hands, she felt a faint sense of shyness in her heart. However, for the strong-willed Shen Hongmei, she remained as calm as ever on the surface.

"Auntie Lai, I just like to wander around when I’m free. I didn't expect to just happen upon you both."

"Then we really are fated. Hongmei, does it not hurt anymore?"

Shen Hongmei hummed in response. It had been truly painful at first, but as Li Zhiyan’s firm pressure continued, she had grown accustomed to the sensation, and the pain had faded. Seeing that Shen Hongmei was truly fine, Lai Feifei pulled out a wine opener, uncorked the bottle, and began drinking straight from it. At first, Lai Feifei acted normally, quietly sipping her wine while watching Li Zhiyan massage Shen Hongmei’s feet. But slowly, her face began to flush.

"Little Yanbao."

Upon hearing this familiar endearment, Li Zhiyan’s heart sank. There was no doubt about it—the lush was back in her drinking state.

"Tell me, every time your Auntie Shen is having a run of bad luck, she runs into you. Are you your Auntie Shen’s jinx?"

Li Zhiyan: "..."

Shen Hongmei looked at Li Zhiyan, who was still diligently massaging her ankles, and felt a strange, magical sensation in her heart. In the past, she never believed in such nonsense as fate. Yet, this was not the first time she and Li Zhiyan had crossed paths by chance. In a city this size, the probability of two people running into each other repeatedly was lower than winning the lottery, yet it kept happening to them. The more she tried to distance herself from him, the less she seemed able to do so. She felt a sigh rise within her.

"Auntie Shen, your feet are so cold. Let me warm them up for you."

As he spoke, Li Zhiyan placed her silk-clad feet against his stomach. The icy chill made him flinch slightly, but it quickly turned into the pleasure of holding those soft, delicate feet. The warmth radiating from them pulled Shen Hongmei’s memory back to the time Li Zhiyan had warmed her feet in the back of a car...

A wave of tenderness flooded her heart. She and this young man were truly becoming inseparable, and he had always wanted to be with her. The mere thought gave Shen Hongmei a headache. Even when she had been at her lowest point in business, she hadn't felt this troubled.

"Shen Hongmei! And you said there was nothing going on between you and Little Yanbao!"

As she drank, Lai Feifei watched Shen Hongmei with the eyes of someone catching a thief. "He’s even warming your feet now. Tell me, have these feet of yours done other things for Li Zhiyan?"

Shen Hongmei felt a wave of regret. This drunken, crazy woman—she should have stopped her from drinking earlier. Once she started, she became completely unhinged, spewing one suggestive remark after another.

"Lai Feifei, I’ll tear your mouth apart!"

"Still denying it! You must have been intimate with Li Zhiyan at night! Did you let Li Zhiyan do as he pleased?"

Li Zhiyan knew that Shen Hongmei didn't want others to know about what had happened between them. He understood her position; after all, there were too many real-world problems to face. He intervened, "Auntie Lai, it’s really nothing, don't overthink it."

Lai Feifei reached out and patted Li Zhiyan’s head. "Little Yanbao, since you’re warming Hongmei’s feet, you have to warm mine too!"

Lai Feifei kicked off her high heels and proactively placed her black-silk-clad feet onto Li Zhiyan’s chest. "Hurry up and hold them! Whatever your Auntie Shen gets, I have to have too!"

Li Zhiyan subconsciously obeyed, wrapping his arms around Lai Feifei’s black-silk-clad feet. With one foot in nude silk and the other in black silk pressed against his chest, Li Zhiyan felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. This happiness had come so suddenly. It really took a drunkard to be bold enough to offer her feet up like this.

Watching Lai Feifei’s feet pressed against his own, Shen Hongmei felt extremely uncomfortable. Jealousy is a human instinct; even if it’s something you don't necessarily want, the moment someone else tries to snatch it away, you instinctively begin to treasure it. And that was especially true when it involved Li Zhiyan, a person she had a great deal of affection for.

"Little Yanbao! Tell me, whose feet are softer—mine or your Auntie Shen’s? Whose do you like better?"

Faced with such a lethal question, Li Zhiyan dared not answer. "I like them both... Both Auntie Shen’s and Auntie Lai’s feet are beautiful."

Lai Feifei’s intoxication was peaking. "You little slippery thing, Little Yanbao, tell your Auntie the truth: has Hongmei used these feet to help you with anything? I see a lot of people online who love jade-like feet, especially in silk stockings. Do you like them?"

Shen Hongmei’s face finally flushed red. She gripped Lai Feifei’s neck and hissed, "If you say one more word, I’ll tear your mouth off!"

Lai Feifei coughed. "Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. I promise."

Only then did Shen Hongmei let her go.

"Little Yanbao, do you like your auntie’s feet? How about you have a taste of them? Once you’ve tasted mine, I’ll be yours..."

As she spoke, Lai Feifei used her toes to gently scratch at Li Zhiyan’s chest. The scorching sensation made his blood race. This lush really was fragrant all over; even her black-silk-clad legs carried a sweet scent. Hearing this absurd request, Li Zhiyan was eighteen times against it!