After saving milfs, they all want to own me

When Xiao Yan realizes how good I am, he’ll definitely never be able to leave me.

On this point, He Yanrong feels incredibly confident in herself!

"I’m coming too."

The already tipsy Lai Feifei stood up.

"I want to have dinner with Zaizai as well."

"Zaizai, if this shameless hussy can feed you, your mom can feed you too!"

Lai Feifei still absurdly sees herself as Li Zhiyan’s mother.

"Aunt Lai, you’ve had too much to drink again."

"You heartless little brat, drank Wangma Milk and now you don’t want your aunt anymore."

"I’m not drunk. I’m going to have dinner with you guys no matter what."

He Yanrong thought to herself that it wasn’t going to be easy to shake off Lai Feifei tonight; she would only succeed if she completely got Lai Feifei drunk.

Otherwise, with her tagging along, things would get utterly complicated.

She and Xiao Yan wouldn’t have the freedom they wanted tonight.

"Let’s go."

With no choice left, they brought Lai Feifei along, and the three of them ended up at a hotpot restaurant.

The weather in September was extremely humid and stiflingly hot. Especially earlier, when Li Zhiyan had been passionately kissing Aunt Rong outdoors, it left both Li Zhiyan and He Yanrong sweating buckets.

After choosing a table in a secluded corner, He Yanrong tugged Li Zhiyan to sit with her.

She sat on the outer side to block Lai Feifei from squeezing in.

Irritated and helpless, Lai Feifei huffed as she stretched her flawlessly smooth legs wrapped in black stockings toward Li Zhiyan under the table.

Li Zhiyan dared not make a sound. Earlier in the private room at the Century Palace, the two of them had already come close to a fight. If Aunt Rong realized Aunt Lai was now teasing him...

These two sisters might truly fall out with one another. Deep down, Li Zhiyan wished the three sisters could forever remain harmonious, united, and perfectly synchronized—that would be the ideal scenario.

After ordering food, He Yanrong turned to the waiter and said, "Do you have any white liquor here?"

"Bring us two bottles."

As she spoke, He Yanrong lightly placed her hand on Li Zhiyan’s leg, signaling to him to help her get Lai Feifei drunk.

But instead of his leg, her hand landed on Lai Feifei’s silky black-stockinged foot.

"You crazy woman, what’s your foot doing over here?"

"My foot’s cold—Zaizai, keep it warm for me!"

With that, Lai Feifei provocatively slid her foot into Li Zhiyan’s T-shirt.

Aunt Lai’s foot was indeed cold, so Li Zhiyan reluctantly helped her warm it.

He Yanrong wanted to push Lai Feifei’s foot away, but she stopped herself, remembering she still needed to get Lai Feifei drunk so she wouldn’t ruin her plans tonight. So He Yanrong bore with it.

After all, this was still her Zaizai to some extent, though these sorts of boundary-crossing behaviors were definitely unwelcome.

She needed to guard her position closely.

"You shameless hussy..."

"Alright, Feifei, let’s drink a bit more tonight, okay?"

Soon, the hotpot started bubbling. Staring at the heavily spiced broth, Li Zhiyan hesitated—eating this now might not be a good idea; it was bound to fire up his insides later.

"Feifei, come on, let me toast to you."

Lai Feifei, being the true booze enthusiast that she was, drank every day. When she saw He Yanrong raising her glass, she followed her lead and drank along. But their drunk, overly emotional "auntie" clearly didn’t have much awareness.

While secretly pouring out a good portion of her own liquor, He Yanrong made sure Lai Feifei didn’t notice.

Li Zhiyan considered telling Lai Feifei but then realized that if Aunt Lai kept causing trouble by sticking around, there really wouldn’t be any freedom tonight. Aunt Lai would undoubtedly cling onto them the entire time.

He quietly listened to the two of them chat and drink, not saying a word.

Now wasn’t the right moment—staying quiet was definitely wiser.

At the same time, he stayed alert, ready to step in and mediate if things between the two women showed signs of flaring up. Keeping the Shanghai Three Aunts peaceful, orderly, and unbroken was the most meaningful arrangement. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Three major betrayals between them—this was the absolute last thing Li Zhiyan wanted to see.

"Zaizai, be honest with your aunt—are you unsure about whether you like Aunt Rong or Aunt Shen more? Can’t decide who to choose?"

Though mentioning both He Yanrong and Shen Hongmei, Lai Feifei purposely excluded herself.

Deep down, she didn’t dare admit her own feelings for Li Zhiyan.

In a sense, Lai Feifei was just a bit of a coward—unlike He Yanrong, who was bold and unabashed. Once she’d figured out she wanted to be with Li Zhiyan, she didn’t hesitate to confess, even if Lai Feifei or Shen Hongmei were present.

Later, when she saw Li Zhiyan struggling with his decisions, He Yanrong further cemented her position by scheming to become his temporary girlfriend.

In this aspect, He Yanrong had taken the winning advantage early on, leaving Lai Feifei fumbling behind.

"I really don’t know."

Li Zhiyan continued to evade the question.

"Then after seven days, you’ll break up with Aunt Rong and take time to think things through."

"Wait until your mom agrees to let you date, then you can start dating."

"You lunatic! You’re actually trying to control the baby’s love life?"

The argument at the dinner table heated up again.

"Aunt Lai, let’s wait and talk about it after one week, okay?"

Only then did Lai Feifei finally quiet down.

"Aunt Rong, Aunt Lai, I’m heading to the restroom for a bit."

Li Zhiyan got up to wash his face—he couldn’t handle the intense atmosphere between the two women any longer.

Moments after Li Zhiyan left, He Yanrong pretended to feel nauseous and said, "Feifei, I think I’m going to throw up. I’ll head to the restroom too."

With both of them gone, Lai Feifei picked up a glass of red wine and drank alone.

"You shameless hussy, don’t even think about booking a room with my Zaizai—I’m watching you the whole time..."

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