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The bathroom was incredibly quiet. After He Yanrong came over, she saw Li Zhiyan standing by the window, staring outside, and quietly approached her from behind.

She hugged her from behind, and Li Zhiyan immediately knew it was Aunt Rong.

"Aunt Rong."

"Baby."

When Li Zhiyan turned around, He Yanrong took the initiative to hug her tightly.

"That crazy woman is so annoying. I can tell she’s had enough to drink."

"Tonight, Aunt’s going to give you a special gift."

Once Aunt Rong’s love-struck mode kicked in, her straightforwardness became utterly relentless.

Saying this, He Yanrong dragged Li Zhiyan into the bathroom stall.

Once inside the cubicle, she locked the door behind them.

...

After the two returned to the dining table, Lai Feifei complained, "Zaizai, why did you take so long to come back?"

Lai Feifei suddenly felt she might have done something wrong, but with the alcohol hitting her hard, her brain was no longer functioning properly, and she quickly became hazy and confused.

"Anyway, tonight I’m sleeping with you, Rongrong. You better behave yourself. As long as I’m here, don’t even think about making a move on my Zaizai!"

Lai Feifei declared with utmost seriousness.

"Alright, the two of us sisters can sleep together. Come on, drink some more."

He Yanrong rubbed her sore wrist and continued pouring drinks for Lai Feifei.

"Baby, toast your Aunt Lai."

Li Zhiyan felt she was truly full; even speaking seemed infused with a natural fragrance.

"Aunt Rong, I’m really full—I can’t drink anymore."

"Then I’ll drink with your Aunt Lai."

By now, Lai Feifei was clearly drunk, even swaying slightly.

But to get her to completely pass out, she still needed to drink more.

"Zaizai, help Aunt warm her feet."

"Go over there and help your Aunt Lai warm her feet."

This time, He Yanrong was surprisingly generous. After Li Zhiyan walked over, she placed Lai Feifei’s sleek, stocking-clad legs onto her lap and gently began massaging Aunt Lai’s feet.

"Here, Feifei, I’ll toast you."

He Yanrong said tenderly. At that moment, her heart brimmed with deep affection for Li Zhiyan.

This child is a real man—I didn’t choose the wrong person after all.

Recalling her previous marriage experience, it was nothing more than kids playing house. Only with Xiao Yan could she find true happiness. He Yanrong’s determination was unshakable—she had to keep Xiao Yan by her side!

"Drink up, Rongrong."

"Zaizai, massage Aunt’s waist..."

As she spoke, Lai Feifei slumped onto Li Zhiyan’s body.

"Carry your aunt. Let’s head home."

"I’ll go settle the bill."

He Yanrong walked over to the cashier. Given her excellent tolerance for alcohol and her strategic drinking, she was still remarkably sober.

"Aunt Lai, come on, let’s go home."

Li Zhiyan gently helped Lai Feifei up, only for Lai Feifei to wrap herself around him in a classic clingy Lai-style hug, burying herself in his arms.

To prevent Aunt Lai from sliding down, Li Zhiyan had to hold on to her curvy hips.

Once outside, He Yanrong looked at the thoroughly intoxicated Lai Feifei.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, this crazy woman gets simple-minded when drunk. Getting her this wasted was the only way tonight’s plans with Xiao Yan could proceed.

He Yanrong genuinely didn’t want her first intimate moment with Li Zhiyan to be rushed or sloppy.

"Xiao Yan."

"Let’s go to Century Palace. Tonight your Aunt Lai can sleep in my room."

"I’ll join her later to keep her company. Otherwise, I’m really worried something might happen to her."

He Yanrong wasn’t concerned about Shen Hongmei. Shen Hongmei was more rational than anyone else. But Lai Feifei had drunk so much that sending her home seemed risky—it was safer to keep her close by.

"Aunt Rong, you’re so good to Aunt Lai."

"Of course."

"We three have had almost twenty years of friendship—how could I not be?"

"Aunt will spend time with you first tonight, then around ten, you head home."

"After that, I’ll go back to keep Feifei company so she doesn’t feel jealous or upset."

He Yanrong’s face was flushed as she spoke. Li Zhiyan fully understood her implication.

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Once they arrived at Century Palace, Liu Li looked at the tipsy Lai Feifei and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

In this invisible war, the loser could only drown her sorrows in alcohol.

After entering He Yanrong’s room, Li Zhiyan laid Lai Feifei on the bed, only for her to cling tightly to him, refusing to let go.

"Zaizai, hold Aunt while we sleep. Don’t leave."

"Only when you hold Aunt can she sleep well."

"My good Zaizai, give Aunt a kiss."

Lai Feifei’s hazy, drunken words made He Yanrong realize that these two must share some unspoken history. From the moment they first met, Lai Feifei was particularly fond of teasing Li Zhiyan.

But at this point, there was nothing Lai Feifei could do.

"Alright, Feifei, time to sleep."

After carefully removing Lai Feifei’s hands and legs from Li Zhiyan, He Yanrong tucked her in with a blanket.

Once Lai Feifei settled down, she gently stroked her cheek before stepping out of the room.

He Yanrong’s room had a code lock. After stepping out, she manually locked the door and felt reassured.

Spotting Liu Li walking over, He Yanrong instructed, "Keep an eye on her. If she sobers up, don’t let her wander off."

"Don’t worry. You two go. I’ll stay nearby to keep watch."

Relieved of her worries, He Yanrong grabbed Li Zhiyan’s hand and led him outside.