CHAPTER 271: 117 AUNT ZHAO’S SEWING MACHINE! RONG AND SHEN’S LOVE HANDOVER ☆☆☆☆☆

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Shen Hongmei never dreamed that He Yanrong would take the initiative to seek her out and urge her to be with Li Zhiyan.

This made Shen Hongmei feel a bit incredulous.

She knew well enough how possessive this woman could be, but only when Xiao Yan’s safety was at risk.

That’s probably why she chose to do this.

"I understand."

Shen Hongmei agreed. She knew she had lost the upper hand last time, but this time, the opportunity was practically handed to her.

She felt she should give it a try. Over the past few days, Shen Hongmei had come to terms with one thing—she was certain she liked Li Zhiyan.

"Alright, tonight we’ll have dinner together with Feifei."

"And Xiao Yan, we can talk about this then."

After the two of them finalized their plan, an unprecedented sense of loss blanketed He Yanrong’s heart.

"Wuwu... Baby..."

Thinking about the seven days of extraordinarily sweet moments she had shared with Li Zhiyan, a crushing pain enveloped He Yanrong’s heart.

She began sobbing, tears streaming uncontrollably.

At this moment, Lai Feifei walked in and was startled to see He Yanrong crying alone.

She approached and held He Yanrong in her arms, gently patting her back.

"What’s wrong, Rongrong?"

"Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

He Yanrong couldn’t control the sorrow burying her heart.

"What happened? Did Li Zhiyan bully you? If he did, I’ll go teach him a lesson."

"No, Baby didn’t bully me. He’s wonderful."

"It’s just... we’re going to part ways."

Upon hearing that the two were parting, Lai Feifei felt an unprecedented sense of relief but also tremendous pity for He Yanrong.

After all, the three of them had shared so many years of affection, becoming as close as sisters.

"Alright, alright, don’t be sad."

"Don’t cry, Rongrong."

He Yanrong cried as she clung to Lai Feifei. After a while,

she pulled away from Lai Feifei’s embrace, gazing at her coldly glamorous and beautiful face. She said, "Feifei, do you like Baby?"

"Tonight, I’ll arrange for Shen Hongmei and Baby to be together."

"If you also like Baby, you can compete with Shen Hongmei on equal footing."

Lai Feifei’s heart raced at He Yanrong’s question, feeling astonished she would ask such a thing.

However, Lai Feifei was always a cold Shanghai beauty.

Even if she liked Li Zhiyan deep down, she would never admit it.

"I just think of Li Zhiyan as a junior, a kid."

Seeing Lai Feifei’s stubborn demeanor, He Yanrong said helplessly, "You’re just being stubborn. I hope you don’t regret it if Xiao Yan and Shen Hongmei get together."

"If they officially become a couple, you’ll have no more chances."

He Yanrong, now calmer, pulled the quilt over herself and lay down.

"I want to sleep for a while..."

After crying, He Yanrong’s emotions settled significantly.

Exhausted beyond imagination, she wanted a good rest at that moment.

"Alright, take a nap. I’ll wake you up for lunch at one o’clock."

...

On the way, Li Zhiyan went to the lottery store to claim his prize.

His savings successfully reached 300,000.

Returning home, Li Zhiyan planned to carry out his afternoon plans.

This time, he would claim ownership of his 19th shop—a nail salon.

Like before, the minimum profit was marked as 1 yuan.

But even with such modest figures on paper, the worst-performing shop still earned more than 500 yuan per day.

With one more shop, his monthly income would undoubtedly climb steadily, and Li Zhiyan was especially eager for his daily earnings to surpass 20,000 yuan soon.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, a delicious aroma greeted him.

Aunt Zhao was cooking.

"Aunt Zhao!"

Entering the kitchen, and upon seeing Zhao Shumin, Li Zhiyan found himself filled with longing. He hugged Zhao Shumin from behind, deeply inhaling her fragrance.

"Xiao Yan, don’t hug Auntie so tightly. I still need to cook, and the weather’s so hot."

Being hugged like this by Li Zhiyan filled Zhao Shumin with overwhelming embarrassment, afraid someone walking through the corridor might see.

But Zhao Shumin indeed found herself increasingly accustomed to such intimacy with Li Zhiyan.

"Auntie, it’s fine. No one will see. The corridor is outside, and it’s not like someone will tiptoe by."

"It’s too hot. You should wait in your room for dinner."

Feeling Li Zhiyan’s earnest affection, Zhao Shumin grew even more flustered.

"Auntie, I don’t want to go back to my room. I just want to stay with you."

As he spoke, Li Zhiyan tightened his grip on Zhao Shumin’s slender waist, admiring the depths of her neckline.

Aunt Rong was impressive, but compared to the unmatched Aunt Zhao, she ultimately fell a bit short.

"You naughty kid, Auntie will kiss you. Now go back quickly."

"Wait in the master bedroom for Auntie."

To coax Li Zhiyan into leaving, Zhao Shumin turned around and adhered closely to him, then leaned in for a deep kiss.

Aunt Zhao offered the kiss proactively.

Li Zhiyan, of course, happily accepted.

It wasn’t until five minutes later that he retreated to the master bedroom, feeling thoroughly satisfied. Aunt Zhao rarely took the initiative.

...

In the expansive apartment, Catherine received her new delivery from online shopping.

Seeing his mother ordering something online, Liu Yichen was genuinely surprised.

Usually, cooking and grocery shopping were handled by the housekeeper, and the only times his mother bought things were when she visited luxury brand boutiques.