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Li Zhiyan felt as though he were dreaming. He knew that Lai Feifei thoroughly enjoyed teasing him.

However, it had always been just playful teasing, nothing more.

She had never made any substantive moves.

Yet unexpectedly, Aunt Lai actually kissed him!

That nimble sensation made Li Zhiyan feel completely surreal.

Right now, he was kissing this glamorous, slender-waisted, and full-figured aunt from Shanghai?

This truly could not be a dream!

Still, Li Zhiyan had little mood to enjoy Lai Feifei's kiss.

His mind was flooded with countless questions.

What on earth was wrong with Lai Feifei?

After a moment, Li Zhiyan gently pushed Lai Feifei away from him.

"Aunt Lai, what is actually wrong with you?"

Seeing the tears on Lai Feifei's face, Li Zhiyan gently wiped them away, sensing that something unusual was happening.

She must have encountered some serious trouble to act like this, even taking the initiative to kiss him.

It was simply too unbelievable.

"Xiaoyan, did you learn anything from the kiss just now?"

Instead of answering, Lai Feifei spoke of her own accord.

"No..."

"Then let Auntie teach you more thoroughly."

"Curling your tongue like this can make a girl feel happier..."

With that, Lai Feifei kissed him once more, pouring herself entirely into it.

"Aunt Lai, what's the matter?"

Li Zhiyan stammered, quickly losing the ability to speak. Aunt Lai's kiss was indeed far too easy to get lost and intoxicated in.

After a long while, the two finally parted.

Lai Feifei gently wiped away the saliva from the corner of Li Zhiyan's mouth, her gorgeous and pretty face still filled with despair.

"Aunt Lai, can you tell me now what on earth has happened?"

"My heart is so scared."

Although Li Zhiyan was a man, compared to Lai Feifei, he was truly just a child.

He was merely her junior, and seeing Lai Feifei in this state, how could he not panic?

"Xiaoyan."

Seeming to have calmed down slightly, Lai Feifei picked up her red wine glass, gulped down another glass, and said, "Auntie has a terminal illness."

The single sentence hit him like a bolt from the blue.

It filled Li Zhiyan's heart with sheer disbelief. A terminal illness!

That phrase had always filled Li Zhiyan with immense dread; once diagnosed with a terminal disease, one could only wait for death.

Without treatment, death comes swiftly; with treatment, one endures a slow, agonizing death in constant pain—just hearing about it felt oppressive and hopeless.

"Aunt Lai, what is going on? What kind of terminal illness?"

Lai Feifei said softly, "Stomach cancer, or maybe intestinal cancer."

"Actually, a few years ago, a doctor friend of mine told Auntie that her eldest uncle developed both stomach and intestinal cancer due to heavy drinking."

"By the time it was detected, he passed away shortly after."

"Going by that, Auntie probably doesn't have much time left either."

As she spoke, Lai Feifei hugged Li Zhiyan and began to cry again. Even though she was drunk, she had no appetite left to continue kissing him.

Holding Lai Feifei, Li Zhiyan could no longer control his own tears.

The thought of someone he cared about leaving him touched a deep chord of sorrow within him.

In this city, he had never truly experienced much warmth.

Lai Feifei mattered greatly to him, yet they had not known each other long before Aunt Lai was going to die.

The two embraced tightly.

Weeping, Lai Feifei murmured, "My little Yan bao, that Maybach will be left to you from now on."

"When you find a partner in the future, drive that car to take her out on dates. It works wonders."

"Sob, sob, sob..."

"When you kiss others in the future, remember the kissing style Auntie taught you."

"Never say you've never been in a relationship; people will look down on you."

"Just tell them Auntie was your ex-girlfriend."

"Describe Auntie as young and pretty, and definitely mention her figure as an F-cup."

Lai Feifei cried as she spoke, holding Li Zhiyan with all her might, every single word heartbreaking.

After a full ten minutes, Li Zhiyan finally asked, "Aunt Lai, has this cancer been diagnosed?"

His voice was extremely heavy.

"Not yet, I searched for it online."

Li Zhiyan: "..."

"Aunt Lai, I think you might be overthinking it. Every illness starts as cancer when you look it up on the internet."

"We should go to the hospital and check before deciding anything."

Lai Feifei said despairingly, "I already called and asked that senior doctor friend."

"There was blood everywhere when I went to the bathroom today."

"And the pain is unbearable."

"It's basically cancer, there's no other possibility."

Tears streamed down Lai Feifei's face once again.

Li Zhiyan's heart felt heavy; he knew what Lai Feifei said was likely true.

Other people might not easily contract such cancers.

However, for a heavy drinker like her, getting cancer seemed entirely probable.

People who drank excessively year-round were prone to liver, stomach, and intestinal cancers.

"Aunt Lai, let's hurry to the hospital and get checked."

"I don't want to go. I just want to spend the final period of my life peacefully at home."

"I don't want to go, sob, sob, sob..."

"Aunt Lai, let's go!"

"Alright, wait for me, let me put on some makeup."

Li Zhiyan: "..."

...

Li Zhiyan discovered that Lai Feifei was truly the kind of woman who wanted to look gorgeous even on the verge of death.

At that moment, he had no mood left to reminisce about the feeling of kissing Aunt Lai.

Half an hour later, Lai Feifei came downstairs wearing black silk stockings, high heels, and light makeup.

Yet the tears in her eyes still proved impossible to hold back.

While finding Lai Feifei adorable, Li Zhiyan's heart also ached profoundly. Was Lai Feifei truly about to leave this world?

"Aunt Lai, let's hail a cab."

"Wait..."

Lai Feifei poured herself another glass of red wine.

Li Zhiyan stopped her, saying, "Aunt Lai, given your condition, you really shouldn't drink anymore."

"Don't stop Auntie."

"I only have a few days left to live, just let me drink properly."

"Make sure you remember the kissing style Auntie taught you, don't embarrass yourself in the future."

Li Zhiyan figured that if it truly was that kind of illness, she might as well be happy day by day.

He also understood why Lai Feifei had kissed him today.

After finishing the drink, she finally followed Li Zhiyan out the door.

...

Arriving at the hospital, a woman in her fifties wearing a white coat with a name tag reading "Chief Physician" walked out.

"Little Lai."

"Who is this?"

"This is my nephew."

Lai Feifei casually remarked.

"Ah, handsome young man, wait here for your aunt."

"I'll take her in for an examination first."

Shen Hui pulled Lai Feifei toward the interior of the hospital. Li Zhiyan increasingly felt that having connections made everything so much more convenient.

Still, had Aunt Lai really contracted cancer?

Sitting on the chair, his heart felt extraordinarily heavy.