After saving milfs, they all want to own me

'It seems I'm destined to be a filial son to mature women.'

Li Zhiyan thought helplessly. Of course, he had no intention of being anyone's godson, not even for a top-notch Shanghai socialite like Shen Nianyao.

"Tomorrow night, Yin Deli and Evelyn have planned to take you out to discuss a project and then trap you into signing a massive debt trap contract."

This piece of information seemed really useful to Li Zhiyan; this mixed-race mature woman was truly venomous.

Yet speaking of venomous, Catherine was equally as venomous, having the same scheming thoughts.

He had now become a tool in the battle between a foreign femme fatale and a mixed-race mature woman. However, he could indeed benefit a little from it.

Li Zhiyan was just pondering these benefits.

"Evelyn plans to give you a bonus to gain your trust."

"Catherine plans to give you a bonus to gain your trust."

There was no other valuable information, and after glancing over it, Li Zhiyan fell asleep expectantly, holding Aunt Zhao.

...

The next day, after freshening up, Li Zhiyan returned to his room. Aunt Zhao, as always, prepared breakfast and awaited him.

Sitting down, Li Zhiyan placed his hand on Aunt Zhao's smooth, beautiful leg, starting to feel around.

"You little rascal, you're touching again."

Zhao Shumin was a bit helpless. Whenever Li Zhiyan was with her, his hand seemed permanently attached to her leg.

"For the next two days, behave yourself, and wait three days, okay? Yesterday, I really wanted to slap you."

"Aunt, if you don't have to wait for three days, you can slap me today."

"Hurry and eat!"

Zhao Shumin said coquettishly, somewhat regretting her initial gentleness with Li Zhiyan. Now, her image in his mind was fixed.

Using her seniority to manage Li Zhiyan was somewhat unrealistic, and at times, she had to let him be when he acted willfully.

"I understand, Aunt. Yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it was a special occasion."

Li Zhiyan explained.

After breakfast, Li Zhiyan set off for work, while Zhao Shumin prepared to start her live streaming for making clothes.

As soon as he got downstairs, Li Zhiyan encountered Aunt Ting bundled up tightly, still wearing a veil. Over the years, she had obviously become accustomed to it.

"Aunt Tian."

Li Zhiyan called her Aunt Tian, causing He Tingting's heart to flutter, and memories of the previous night resurfaced unbidden.

"Xiao Yan."

He Tingting's voice trembled slightly.

"Aunt Tian."

Li Zhiyan approached and hugged He Tingting. He knew she wasn't bothered by such intimacy and even eagerly anticipated it.

Embracing He Tingting, her bruises began to ache from the pressure.

Yet, she particularly enjoyed being held by Li Zhiyan.

"Xiao Yan."

"Aunt Tian..."

Li Zhiyan gently pulled down He Tingting's collar, revealing white, proud cleavage and a multitude of scars.

He then leaned in to kiss He Tingting's neck once more.

And softly licked Aunt Ting's wounds, hoping to ease them.

"Xiao Yan, don't do this, there are people..."

Though she said that, deep down, He Tingting relished that warm feeling; a few minutes later, as Li Zhiyan lifted Aunt Ting's veil and kissed He Tingting's lips,

"Mm... Xiao Yan, don't do this."

Feigning resistance, Aunt Ting nonetheless responded passionately to Li Zhiyan. Since becoming intimate with him, her inner loneliness and suppression had cracked open.

Until footsteps echoed from upstairs, prompting He Tingting to hurriedly pull away from Li Zhiyan and lead him outside.

"Aunt Ting, if you wear high heels, you'd look especially beautiful."

"I never wore them before, and I can't manage those things."

They chatted away as they walked out; from upstairs, Zhao Zhihao's face was contorted with rage.

"Bitch!"

He cursed softly, but could only seethe with impotent anger.

...

"Aunt, I'm off."

"I'll buy you a pair of high heels later."

"Xiao Yan, do you want Aunt to wear high heels?"

He Tingting spoke softly.

"Yes, Aunt, I think you'd look particularly beautiful and sexy in high heels."

"Off to work you go, Xiao Yan."

After Li Zhiyan left, He Tingting lightly touched her neck, realizing she quite liked the feeling of intimacy with Xiao Yan amidst the pain.

"If all my wounds heal, I won't experience this feeling anymore."

In He Tingting's heart erupted a sudden desire to whip herself, experiencing the pain while passionately kissing Li Zhiyan.

It should be quite delightful.

Yet soon, He Tingting realized something was amiss. Was she really so cheap?

Clearly, being beaten was an absolute agony for her, but being intimate with Li Zhiyan...

She seemed to long for more scars on her body?

If it were Xiao Yan beating her, would she find joy in it?

...

Upon arriving at the company, Li Zhiyan clocked in as usual.

Seeing Jin Mengyu and the others, they all sensibly kept their distance.