After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 221 - 107 Aunt Rong’s second time cooking at the company; the right to check the shop’s earnings at any time!

Chapter 221: 107 Aunt Rong’s second time cooking at the company; the right to check the shop’s earnings at any time!

"Aunt Rong, I’m full."

He Yanrong really felt an impulsive desire to continue going wild with Li Zhiyan. Li Zhiyan truly was a man among men, but it was already late at night.

She forcibly suppressed her lovestruck tendencies, reminding herself not to indulge further with Li Zhiyan.

Li Zhiyan ate He Yanrong’s special snacks three times and was indeed no longer hungry.

"Alright then, baby, hurry home."

"Remember to send Aunt a message on WeChat when you get home."

"Mm, I’m leaving now, Aunt."

After a lingering hug and a bit of teasing, Li Zhiyan reluctantly walked out.

Once Li Zhiyan left, Liu Li emerged from the room.

"So sweet."

There was a hint of envy in Liu Li’s voice.

He Yanrong, slightly trembling as she walked, leaned against the wall. The shame rising in her heart was reflected in her gaze toward Liu Li.

When she was with Li Zhiyan, she had let her emotions get the better of her, but now her heart and mind felt much clearer.

"That little guy seems pretty amazing."

"Of course! My baby is truly a man among men."

He Yanrong said smugly, clearly proud of Li Zhiyan.

However, her growing pride was accompanied by a sudden wave of weakness.

"Liu Li, could you make me some pigeon soup?"

"Oh, and help me clean up the trash bin—there’s T inside."

Earlier, she hadn’t noticed anything due to her lovestruck state, but now she felt as if she had been completely depleted and urgently needed to replenish her energy.

"You! First, you indulged Xiaoxiao’s whims, and now you’re babying Li Zhiyan like he’s a child."

"With your naturally frail health, how can this be sustainable? Wait, I’ll go make the soup for you right away."

"Don’t worry about the trash bin; I’ll take care of it later."

Liu Li headed to the kitchen, while He Yanrong opened the door to the room. Seeing Lai Feifei still sound asleep, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. When Lai Feifei woke up tomorrow and saw them sleeping together, she wouldn’t feel jealous anymore.

"Why didn’t I realize sooner how much you truly like the little one."

After taking off her shoes, He Yanrong slipped off her black stockings and climbed into bed, settling beside Lai Feifei.

...

On the road, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel elated, as though he’d thoroughly replenished his vitality today.

He had come to fully understand what it meant to have a perfect bed companion.

"After today, Aunt Rong owes me gratitude for another 200 days."

"I wonder if Aunt Zhao is still awake."

As he biked, he glanced at Zhao Shumin’s live streaming channel.

Sure enough, Zhao Shumin was still streaming—it was clear she was waiting for him.

Picking up speed, Li Zhiyan finally felt slightly reassured once he was home.

In the master bedroom, Zhao Shumin heard him return and immediately ended her stream.

The keys to the room had been changed once, so only she and Li Zhiyan had access. No one else could possibly enter.

"Xiao Yan, you’re back."

Li Zhiyan was grateful that he’d been thoughtful enough to message Aunt Zhao earlier during dinner, letting her know he might not come home or could be quite late.

Otherwise, Aunt Zhao might have been terribly worried.

"Mm, Aunt Zhao."

"I just checked your stream earlier."

Li Zhiyan stepped forward and gently wrapped Zhao Shumin in a hug.

"Aunt Zhao, stay and sleep with me tonight."

"You’re always pestering Aunt to sleep with you, acting like a three-year-old."

Although Zhao Shumin said this, she didn’t outright refuse, which secretly delighted Li Zhiyan. Sleeping while embracing Aunt Zhao always felt blissful.

"Go back to your room for now; Aunt will take a shower. Later, you should clean up properly as well."

"Make sure to use shower gel."

"Alright."

While Zhao Shumin went to wash up, Li Zhiyan returned to his room.

"I wonder if today’s intelligence updates will uncover anything useful."

"The shop’s first revenue settlement seems close, doesn’t it?"

Li Zhiyan checked the system, seeing that the first shop earnings settlement was just about ten days away. He eagerly anticipated how much money could be made.

Half an hour later, Zhao Shumin returned.

"Go shower, Xiao Yan."

Dressed in her nightwear, she slipped into Li Zhiyan’s bed.

"Alright, Aunt, wait for me."

After kissing Zhao Shumin on the lips, Li Zhiyan lingered for a moment, wanting to deepen the kiss.

"Enough, Xiao Yan. Let’s save it for later when you return."

Zhao Shumin’s beautiful eyes held a trace of shyness.

"Alright, Aunt Zhao, I’ll go shower now."

After giving her a firm hug, Li Zhiyan finally went to clean up.

...

While making the pigeon soup, Liu Li went to the private room to tidy up the trash bin.

"Two of them, huh..."

Downstairs, Liu Li tossed the trash bag into the bin. Here, hundreds—if not more—of such items were used daily, so it wasn’t anything to worry about.

Back in the kitchen, she washed her hands thoroughly before ladling the pigeon soup into a bowl and heading to He Yanrong’s room.

"Rongrong, the pigeon soup is ready."

"Taste and see if it’s seasoned well."

Taking the bowl, He Yanrong sipped lightly and praised, "It’s perfect."

With just a single sip of pigeon soup, He Yanrong felt her depleted energy slowly being replenished.

The feeling of being drained had noticeably improved.

"You really outdid yourself today, Rongrong."

"I can’t believe you managed to get that drunkard so wasted."