Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother

It was obviously prepared for me.

"Good..."

"Xiao Yan, why don't you have a seat on the sofa."

"Auntie will cook something for you to eat."

Li Zhiyan stopped Fang Zhiya, embracing her in his arms.

"Wait..."

"Aunt Fang..."

"I want to kiss..."

Fang Zhiya's body went limp.

Then, taking the initiative, she leaned in and kissed Li Zhiyan.

"Baby..."

"Kiss me."

Fang Zhiya said passionately, and Li Zhiyan responded to her.

Five minutes later, Fang Zhiya ran toward the kitchen, somewhat frantic.

"The pot is about to burn..."

Li Zhiyan watched Fang Zhiya bustling about in the kitchen and contentedly went to wait on the living room sofa for dinner.

After dinner, Li Zhiyan followed Fang Zhiya to the kitchen.

He hugged her from behind while she was washing the dishes.

Feeling the imminence of Li Zhiyan's presence,

Fang Zhiya's hormones were also secreting continuously.

But now, her family had come to see her.

Some things really shouldn't happen.

"Xiao Yan..."

"Have you forgotten about Auntie's situation?"

Li Zhiyan held Fang Zhiya tightly, taking in Aunt Fang's exquisite figure.

He whispered in Fang Zhiya's ear, "It's okay, Aunt Fang."

"Later..."

Fang Zhiya nodded gently.

"Baby, Auntie loves you, I'd do anything for you."

"Why don't you wait in the living room..."

Li Zhiyan went quite comfortably to the living room, lay on the sofa, while Fang Zhiya, done with the dishes, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

After a while, Fang Zhiya, in high heels, appeared before Li Zhiyan.

She also held a hairpin in her hand.

As she approached Li Zhiyan, Fang Zhiya put her hair up.

Her bashful and timid manner made Li Zhiyan feel even more explosive.

"Aunt Fang, feed me."

"Okay..."

"Baby, whatever you say is fine."

Fang Zhiya stepped forward, initiating a kiss with Li Zhiyan.

Afterward, she glanced at her own buttons.

...

Half an hour later, Li Zhiyan took a taxi to the arcade where Yen Zhengjin was playing.

The time for the mission was drawing nearer.

Li Zhiyan visited the arcade also to see what game had Yen Zhengjin so captivated.

When it came to gambling, Li Zhiyan would never touch it, as he and addiction were sworn enemies.

After all, gambling was simply fools handing their money to the house.

Even if you have a hundred million, or several hundred million, entering a casino would only result in lost fortunes and broken families.

He just couldn't understand why someone like Yen Zhengjin would be addicted to gambling.

The highly educated man should know gambling is nothing but a scam.

What Li Zhiyan didn't know was that everything about Yen Zhengjin had started with that confiscated note.

"Ride the train!"

"Train!"

At the moment, Yen Zhengjin was shouting without any image, his heart set on hitting the jackpot.

However, this round landed directly on an apple.

Having bet on everything but the apple, Yen Zhengjin lost all his credits in the slot machine, and in anger, he slammed the machine hard.

The owner just glanced at him, unconcerned. The slot machine wasn't worth much, and as long as he came here to spend money, he could smash it however he liked.

"Boss, load another five thousand yuan worth of credits for me."

Yen Zhengjin took out a thick stack of cash from his wallet, and the hefty sum even made Li Zhiyan feel a twinge of pain.

Yen Zhengjin really was lavish.

Following that, he stood behind Yen Zhengjin, watching him continue to lose money—a thrilling process for Li Zhiyan.

He finally understood why Yen Zhengjin was so addicted: gambling had nothing to do with willpower, it was absolutely essential to stay away!

More than an hour later, having lost the twenty thousand yuan he brought, Yen Zhengjin turned around and left the arcade without ever noticing Li Zhiyan standing next to him.

...

After getting home, Jiang Xian walked out from the master bedroom.

"Husband, why have you been coming back so late recently? It's not good for your health."

Though it was just a simple expression of concern,

it set off Yen Zhengjin, who was already on edge!

Right then all he wanted was to vent his emotions on someone,

and his wife was the easiest target.

After all, she never worked, and he provided all the income for the house; she couldn't leave him.

"I return whenever I damn well please, what's it to you?!"

The ferocity as if he wanted to lay hands on Jiang Xian,

instantly flooded her with a feeling of injustice.