So, Li Zhiyan's praise genuinely made He Yanrong feel happy.
"Nonsense. Your Aunt Shen and Aunt Lai, aren't they just as good as me?"
"Whether it's being demure like a little jade or graceful and composed, both of your aunts are wonderful."
"I mean…"
"That kind of charm, I can't quite put it into words. Anyway, you're the most feminine woman I've ever met, Aunt."
He Yanrong stroked Li Zhiyan's head gently.
"You're trying to say Aunt looks, uh, provocative, right?"
"And you're curious about how many men Aunt has been with?"
"No, Aunt Rong, I just think you're beautiful."
"It's okay. Liu Li calls me provocative all the time. I've gotten used to it. But Aunt isn't like that—I've been alone in an empty house for nearly 20 years."
Talking about this made He Yanrong feel a bit bitter. Her fate really wasn't good at all.
"Huh?"
Li Zhiyan was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that such an enchanting Aunt Rong had actually been alone for twenty years.
