Seductress!

Li Zhiyan was well aware of the reason behind He Yanrong's strange expression.

Such awkward accidents were simply common during the lactation period.

However, he chose not to expose her.

Under the supervision of the vehicle management office staff, the examinees placed their ID cards and other personal belongings under the surveillance cameras.

Then, the two of them queued up in front of the examination room together.

As they stood in line side by side, He Yanrong appeared rather restless.

This made Li Zhiyan acutely aware of her deep embarrassment.

Even after they were seated inside the examination room, Li Zhiyan's mind kept drifting back to He Yanrong's alluring and pretty face.

Every time he looked at her, he felt as if he had taken some kind of intoxicating medicine.

"Let's focus on the exam first..."

Murmuring this to himself, Li Zhiyan began tackling the written theory test questions.

While an ordinary person would usually need to practice mock tests repeatedly and spend at least a week preparing to pass, the difficulty level was practically nonexistent for Li Zhiyan.

Every single question could be instantly retrieved from his memory at will.

...

Meanwhile, He Yanrong was feeling increasingly distressed.

The unexpected leakage was undeniably awkward and unnatural.

A thought arose in her mind: she really needed to wean her daughter. She had been far too indulgent and lenient with her for far too long.

Her current lifestyle was often rendered terribly inconvenient because of it.

Forcing herself to regain her focus, He Yanrong began answering the questions earnestly. She had spent a whole month reviewing back and forth for this theory test.

She had to pass this time, no matter what.

Before long, Li Zhiyan effortlessly scored a perfect hundred and left the exam room.

He waited quietly outside for He Yanrong to emerge.

Soon, he watched a dejected man walk out to retake the test, which amused him slightly. He wondered how anyone could possibly fail such a simple exam.

Ten minutes later, He Yanrong walked out.

At this point, a large damp patch was visible on her T-shirt, creating a stark and obvious color difference.

He Yanrong was so mortified she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. She still had to go back to the main lobby to retrieve her bag—how terribly embarrassing.

Ahead of her, a few people waiting in line raised their heads, on the verge of noticing her.

Just as He Yanrong was consumed by embarrassment, Li Zhiyan stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace.

"Aunt Rong, let's go over here."

Guiding her toward the corner of the stairwell, Li Zhiyan found his instincts entirely uncontrollable at that moment.

Every time he laid eyes on this bewitching and seductive woman, his hormones would rapidly descend into a state of chaos.

This aura of worldly allure was something none of the other aunts could ever replicate.

In that instant, Li Zhiyan also realized just how breathtaking Aunt Rong's figure truly was—she was impressively well-endowed!

Quickly wrapping his arm around He Yanrong and leading her to the stairwell, Li Zhiyan peeled off his own T-shirt and handed it to her.

"Aunt Rong, you can wear this for now."

He Yanrong's face flushed with embarrassment, but Li Zhiyan had truly rescued her from a desperate predicament.

"Thank you, classmate Zhiyan."

Shortly after, with Li Zhiyan going shirtless, the two of them retrieved their belongings and ID cards together.

Though slightly awkward, having survived the hardships of poverty, Li Zhiyan believed that nothing in the world could ever feel more embarrassing than being poor.

...

Once outside the vehicle management office, Li Zhiyan's T-shirt had also absorbed the distinct fragrance emanating from He Yanrong.

Feeling a sudden wave of hunger, his mind recalled the words of the dragon fruit aunt: whoever tastes an aunt's... is an aunt's baby!

He wished so badly to be Aunt Rong's baby. In reality, he was merely a baby of just over two hundred months old.

"Zhiyan."

"Aunt isn't feeling very convenient today. Let's add each other on WeChat."

"I need to head back now."

"We didn't exchange WeChat contacts last time. You can chat with Aunt whenever you're free."

Initially, He Yanrong had not expected her interactions with Li Zhiyan to run very deep.

Yet, she never imagined they would end up at the same driving school, let alone that he would save her from such deep embarrassment today.

Her favorable impression of Li Zhiyan naturally grew considerably.

Ever since Li Zhiyan conversed with Mia in German last time, He Yanrong had held a deep appreciation for her son's classmate.

She simply hadn't anticipated that fate would connect them so strongly, causing them to bump into each other even while taking a theory test.

"Alright..."

After adding each other on WeChat, He Yanrong returned Li Zhiyan's T-shirt.

She boarded an Audi A6 waiting outside, a vehicle that looked somewhat weathered by time.

Li Zhiyan noticed that the driver was a woman in her fifties. Even with just a glance, he could tell she possessed the unmistakable demeanor of a professional massage therapist.

That particular vibe was simply too obvious; her profession could be guessed instantly.

"Well, I've successfully added Aunt Rong on WeChat."

For the rest of the afternoon, Li Zhiyan headed to an internet café to play games and kill time while waiting for the evening intelligence refresh.

However, the lingering milky fragrance on his T-shirt left him somewhat absent-minded.

His mind kept drifting back to the embrace with He Yanrong and her heavily made-up, pretty face.

People with poor facial bone structures usually looked rather bizarre and monster-like when wearing heavy makeup.

Yet, on He Yanrong, heavy makeup caused Li Zhiyan's hormones to skyrocket uncontrollably, filling his mind entirely with her bewitching face.

...

Inside the old Audi A6, Liu Li glanced at He Yanrong, who was sitting in the passenger seat trying to hide her awkwardness.

Teasingly, she asked, "How did you end up in such a sorry state?"

"Don't tell me you were feeding that young man?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Already embarrassed, He Yanrong felt her face flush even deeper red.

"Xiao He, you just spoil your daughter way too much. She's almost an adult and you still haven't weaned her."

"Still, your relationship with that boy is quite unusual. As an older sister, I must give you a word of advice."

"In our line of work, we cannot afford to develop emotional attachments to men, or we'll end up getting hurt terribly in the end."

"Especially with penniless college students like him."

The flush on He Yanrong's alluring face continued to spread, but she remained silent.

...

After finishing work in the afternoon, Li Zhiyan returned home and decided to cram some German history.

The German clients at Shen Hongmei's company were avid enthusiasts of German history.

If he could chat fluently with Shen Hongmei's clients, helping out Aunt Shen through a bit of casual studying, Li Zhiyan was more than willing to do so.

By past ten o'clock, however, Li Zhiyan found it impossible to concentrate any longer.

The T-shirt still carried that pure, natural fragrance.

It left his mind wandering wildly—this was what a truly natural, harmless fragrance smelled like!

"Time to relax a bit."

Li Zhiyan lay down and browsed He Yanrong's WeChat Moments, only to find that her posts were restricted to the past half-year, during which she had published nothing new.

Her profile picture was a portrait of herself. Tapping on it, Li Zhiyan sighed inwardly.

How could Liu Jinxin's mother give birth to someone so enchantingly beautiful? She was the very embodiment of a seductive vixen!

Just as he settled down and prepared to unwind, the door opened.

Zhao淑敏 (Zhao Shumin) walked in carrying two slices of watermelon, clearly intending to share them with Li Zhiyan.

Upon entering, however, Zhao Shumin's gaze froze, and the watermelon slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor.