Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother-Chapter 807 - : 236 Yin Xueyang’s complaint, pushing so hard, are you trying to kill me?

Chapter 807: 236 Yin Xueyang’s complaint, pushing so hard, are you trying to kill me?

At that moment, Li Zhiyan also noticed that Yin Xueyang’s old illness had relapsed.

“Get out!”

“Stay away from me!”

At this moment, Yin Xueyang felt inexplicably very sad.

She was a 41-year-old middle-aged woman, and yet she still had to suffer from these symptoms.

Moreover, there was no cure; whenever she experienced severe emotional fluctuations, she would have incontinence.

For this matter, her heart had endured countless agonies without solution.

This was just like Su Mengchen’s limp.

He knew these flaws were seen as positives in some men’s eyes. However, for Yin Xueyang herself, it was certainly not a virtue but an excruciating aspect of her life.

Li Zhiyan could understand why Aunt Yin’s attitude was so bad at the moment.

“Aunt Yin, don’t be angry. Let me carry you home first.”

In Li Zhiyan’s heart, Yin Xueyang was no longer a complete enemy, especially after what had happened between them on that night at the hotel.

While speaking, Li Zhiyan placed his hands on Yin Xueyang’s beautiful legs, then wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up.

“Let go of me, you beast!”

The irritated Yin Xueyang fiercely slapped Li Zhiyan’s face.

In the past, Li Zhiyan could easily dodge Yin Xueyang, but now he was holding her.

And he was also holding things in his hands.

It was unrealistic to dodge; Yin Xueyang’s slap landed solidly on his face.

Li Zhiyan didn’t feel the pain at all; Yin Xueyang’s strength was simply not that great, and his body was enhanced by the System.

Realizing that she had hit Li Zhiyan,

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Yin Xueyang at that moment finally came to her senses, realizing what she had done—she had just hit Li Zhiyan.

All he wanted was to carry her home.

“Can we go home nicely now, Chief Yin?”

Li Zhiyan said placidly, as if the slap had never happened.

Yin Xueyang didn’t speak, but she had calmed down thoroughly. She had hit Li Zhiyan many times before.

But they all ended in failure. Yet she had managed to slap him successfully this time, all because he wanted to carry her home.

A feeling of guilt rose within her, and Yin Xueyang felt she might have been a bit too impulsive.

Holding onto Li Zhiyan’s neck halfway home, Yin Xueyang finally said, “Li Zhiyan.”

“Let me hold your things.”

Li Zhiyan stopped, then said, “Then, Aunt Yin, hold on tight to my neck, don’t fall off.”

Yin Xueyang hummed in response, holding tight to Li Zhiyan’s neck with one hand. After he passed her the items, she hurriedly took them.

Allowing Li Zhiyan to carry her toward the house, her heart was a vortex of complex emotions.

Through the time they had spent together, Yin Xueyang could feel that she truly had a place in Yan’s heart; he regarded her as quite important.

“Does it hurt?”

After walking for a while, Yin Xueyang suddenly asked, still feeling a trace of unease.

Li Zhiyan had been good to her, especially just now when he had tried to help her.

Therefore, she should not have hit him.

“It hurts, so later you’ll have to make me a big abalone meal. I want to eat braised abalone to compensate.”

Li Zhiyan’s response allowed Yin Xueyang to relax quite a bit.

“I wish it hurt you to death…”

“Still talking about eating…”

After arriving home, Yin Xueyang quickly got down from Li Zhiyan’s embrace. At this moment, she truly felt ashamed; her illness had manifested in front of Li Zhiyan too many times.

But previously, every time her illness relapsed,

It was closely related to Li Zhiyan.

“Wait for me awhile…”

“I need to clean up, change clothes.”

After getting down, Yin Xueyang headed toward her room, feeling that even walking was now a bit painful, but still within bearable limits.

Before she could finish speaking, Li Zhiyan called out to her.

“Aunt Yin, wait.”

Yin Xueyang stopped in her tracks, looked at Li Zhiyan, and felt an array of complex emotions inside, but she had already returned to her cold demeanor.

However, this coldness, on a glamorous mature woman, kept Li Zhiyan’s hormones steadily secreting.

“Give me the knitting needles and yarn; I still need to knit you a scarf.”

Yin Xueyang handed over the bag with the yarn and needles to Li Zhiyan, then turned around once more.

“Wait a moment!”

“What now!”

“Aunt Yin, the black stockings and sweater I gave you, you can actually put them on; the house is warm enough, just wearing a sweater should suffice.”

Yin Xueyang, without a word and with an expressionless face, returned to her room.

Li Zhiyan, meanwhile, sat on the sofa and continued knitting the scarf.

He was well aware that the gap between Yin Xueyang and himself was simply too deep.

His relationship with Aunt Yin was not as naturally evolving as it was with other aunts, with no rift at all.

She and he had a significant amount of resentment in the past.

And it all started because of her son, Yin Qiang. If not for Yin Qiang, there wouldn’t be so many stories between him and Yin Xueyang.

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After returning to her room, Yin Xueyang began to change clothes.

However, she didn’t lock the door, just feeling her heartbeat racing.