0035 Feifei Lai’s Shameless Younger Brother

Li Zhiyan felt incredibly miserable.

Regarding Aunt Shen’s silk stockings, T-shirt, and high heels, he had truly only taken them because of his affection for her—a case of "love me, love my dog." He had absolutely no ulterior motives. He was simply not that kind of person!

"And those high heels you brought back yesterday, you must have stolen them from someone’s doorstep, right?"
"You really shouldn't do things like that."
Li Zhiyan: "..."
"If you get caught by the police, you’ll end up in detention."
"Besides, if you let your fantasies run too wild, you’ll be looked down upon by your future wife after you get married."
Li Zhiyan: "Aunt, actually..."
"Say no more, Aunt understands. Go ahead and eat; just leave the dishes in the kitchen when you're done."
"From now on, I’ll save a portion for you whenever I make breakfast."

Zhao Shumin thought that a child is, after all, still a child and thin-skinned. She felt she had to help him correct this bad habit of stealing others' clothes. A kind-hearted child had simply taken a wrong turn, and it wasn't too late to save him.

...

On his way to clock in at the company, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a wave of shame. He was a decent person; he had never had any interest in silk stockings, delicate feet, or high heels. But it seemed he would never be able to shake the image of being a pervert in Zhao Shumin’s mind.

Forget it, let her think he’s a pervert! After helping that shrew last night, her attitude toward him had shifted significantly—she had even made him breakfast. If he continued to nurture their relationship, he could eventually turn her impression of him around. Deep down, he had always been quite hungry for the "F-cup" Zhao Shumin.

Upon arriving at the company, Li Zhiyan met Wang Ya.
"Sister."
"Xiao Yan, morning."

The company's clock-in time was 9:20, and Li Zhiyan basically arrived right on the dot. This was a good habit he had cultivated since elementary school. After the elevator opened, workers began to pile inside. Just then, the arrogant "foreign mare" Catherine walked by in her high heels and black silk stockings. She didn't take the workers' elevator; instead, she swiped her card to enter the VIP elevator reserved for the company's senior executives.

"Management really is different," Li Zhiyan said with envy.
"Of course, in this world, the wealthy have privileges."

After the two stepped out of the elevator, they saw Catherine scolding the company receptionist. Passing employees bowed respectfully to her.
"Good morning, President."

"Good morning, President."
Wang Ya whispered, "That woman is incredibly vain. When you encounter her alone, you must bow to her. Otherwise, it’s easy to lose your job."

As he followed Wang Ya past Catherine, Li Zhiyan looked at the Caucasian woman’s long, black-stockinged legs and thought to himself, *I really want to learn foreign languages.*

"Good morning, President."
After they both bowed, Catherine merely glanced at them before continuing to berate the receptionist.

"What a high horse she’s on..."
Li Zhiyan felt that working this job was truly demeaning; having to bow to Catherine was humiliating. If Catherine dared to make him bow today, she might dare to make him lick her feet tomorrow! Dignity was lost in just such small increments.

"That’s just how this woman is," Wang Ya muttered after they reached the time clock. "But who can blame her when she has such a powerful background? Plus, in her heart, she thinks Caucasians are a superior race and looks down on us Asians. We’re just ordinary workers; there’s no need to pay it too much mind. Such good company benefits are hard to find these days. Look at the listed groups and internet giants—they’re all laying people off like crazy. It’s only because our Changlong International has deep pockets and a strong background that we’re still safe."

While trying to comfort Li Zhiyan, Zhang Ya was also trying to comfort herself.

Once inside the office, Li Zhiyan saw Liu Jinxin chatting with Liu Yichen. The smile on his face truly turned the word "sycophancy" into a physical form, making Li Zhiyan feel a wave of nausea.

...

In the morning, Li Zhiyan went to collect the winnings from his scratch-off lottery tickets and then went to sign up for driving school. For him, the written tests were no challenge at all. He had already mastered German and French, and he was rapidly cramming for other languages. Simple multiple-choice questions were a piece of cake for him.

In the afternoon, he visited several supermarkets and small shops to discuss supply deals, but he failed to secure any. He found himself missing that one time the intel refreshed and allowed him to replace a supplier. With the right information, things were truly twice as easy with half the effort.

After three o'clock, he rode his shared bike to the gate of Lai Feifei’s villa. According to today's intel, Lai Feifei’s younger brother was coming to borrow money, which would put her in a very difficult position. He already owed Aunt Lai a full million that he hadn't repaid. Looking at the Mercedes E-Class parked at the gate, he guessed it must belong to that brother of hers.

Li Zhiyan pressed the doorbell.

Inside the living room, Lai Feifei’s brother, Lai Tianming, was shamelessly begging her to lend him more money.
"Sister, I swear, this investment will definitely make money! Just lend me five hundred thousand!"
"Once I make a profit, I’ll pay you back everything, including the million I owe you."

Lai Feifei refused, "No! Look at the situation—you’re still thinking about investing?"
She knew her brother's capabilities. She had only recently learned from friends that the money he previously borrowed had been used to invest in a barbecue restaurant. He hadn't surveyed the customer base, paid exorbitant rent, and because the food wasn't great, the revenue was nowhere near the costs. The shop closed in less than three months, and he spent the remaining money on the Mercedes just to show off. Lending him money was like throwing it into a bottomless pit. Lai Feifei felt she had done enough for him; he would not get another cent.

"If you want to invest, why don't you sell your E300? The Mercedes E-Class has the highest resale value; you could get over four hundred thousand for it. My business isn't doing well either. I owe a lot of money and have nothing left."

Lai Tianming retorted, "Sister, how can I go out and meet people without a Mercedes? That’s a man’s suit! I don't believe you don't have money. Sister, you have to lend me this five hundred thousand no matter what. My wife is going to divorce me otherwise. I worked so hard to marry her—do you want to see my family torn apart?"

Lai Feifei wasn't very eloquent when dealing with such a rogue, especially when it was her own brother. She hadn't been drinking, and even when she did, her sass only really came out in front of her best friend or Li Zhiyan.

Just as Lai Feifei was feeling trapped, the doorbell rang. She stood up and headed toward the yard. Lai Tianming followed, refusing to give up.
"Sister, don't try to fool me. I know you’re loaded. You got the lion’s share when you divorced my brother-in-law. And you have so many houses—if you have to, just sell one!"

Lai Tianming’s words, spoken as he chased after her, were heard clearly by Li Zhiyan. He was once again stunned by the sheer depth of some people's shamelessness. But then again, normal people wouldn't have the face to keep begging for money after owing their sister a million.

Before Lai Feifei could call his name, Li Zhiyan said respectfully, "Ms. Lai, I am from the Changlong Group. President Catherine sent me to visit and discuss the outstanding contract payments owed to our company."

Li Zhiyan’s respectful demeanor was so convincing that Lai Feifei immediately played along. She was incredibly amazed. *This kid, he’s so good at this!* He had appeared at her moment of greatest need to provide such a perfect escape!