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

Could it be that they're not together?

With that thought, hope rose in Zhang Honglei's heart again.

Maybe there was still a chance for him, but for now, it was better to live it up.

As for what to do after running out of money, Zhang Honglei had completely stopped thinking about it.

...

After taking a taxi back to Left Bank Garden, Li Zhiyan first went to Han Xueying's place.

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By this time, Han Xueying had changed into a thin, translucent nightgown. Wearing just the nightgown and with her hair down, she was ready to go to bed.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?"

It was late, and Han Xueying was quite guarded. If it was a man, she decided not to open the door.

After all, it was inappropriate for a widow to be alone with a man so late at night.

"Aunt Han, it's me."

Upon hearing Li Zhiyan's voice, Han Xueying let her guard down completely and opened the door.

"I was worried you might be bored, so I came to chat with you."

Looking at Aunt Han's gentle appearance and sweet, caring big sister's face, Li Zhiyan felt his hormones start to surge uncontrollably.

Aunt Han was a counselor at the school.

But now, he could see Aunt Han in her nightgown, with her hair down, looking quite alluring.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Okay, Xiao Yan."

Softly taking Li Zhiyan's hand, Han Xueying led him to sit down on the couch.

Ever since Li Zhiyan had massaged Han Xueying, she no longer made much of holding hands.

Though the massage was for medical purposes, it nonetheless involved Li Zhiyan touching her thighs. Even though it was for treatment, it really wasn't all that different.

So, holding hands was nothing.

"Aunt Han, I've come home, and from now on, I'll often come by to see you."

Han Xueying was deeply touched by Li Zhiyan's words; he truly was an exceptionally good kid.

"Okay, Auntie knows."

"Aunt Han, let me help you by massaging your ankle."

Li Zhiyan came tonight specifically to treat Aunt Han's injury, a serious medical issue.

Han Xueying felt a bit uneasy about it but after thinking that Li Zhiyan was just an 18-year-old boy, she nodded in agreement.

Grasping Han Xueying's delicate foot, Li Zhiyan began to massage her.

At that moment, he couldn't take his eyes off her, and his other hand gently massaged her calf.

Eventually, the massage moved up to her thigh.

"Xiao Yan, how many more times will this massage be needed?"

As Li Zhiyan massaged, Han Xueying slowly started to coo, which Li Zhiyan found incredibly pleasant to listen to. Aunt Han's voice was too sweet.

What could he do to continue hearing such a delightful sound?

"Aunt Han, another week or so of massage should do the trick."

"The human body's circulatory system is very mysterious. You might not notice anything now, but as you get older, these hidden injuries will gradually manifest, so I need to help you get rid of them."

Han Xueying didn't understand much about traditional Chinese medicine.

So, she could only nod lightly, fully aware.

That this kid was truly looking out for her well-being.

In her moment of despair from spraining her ankle, she really didn't know what she would have done without Li Zhiyan.

Because Han Xueying was wearing a nightgown, Li Zhiyan could easily see the white valley below.

This made it impossible for him to look away, yet he didn't dare stare openly, sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye.

After more than half an hour, Li Zhiyan bid farewell to Han Xueying.

"Aunt Han..."

"I'm going back now."

"Mhm..."

After Li Zhiyan left, Han Xueying looked at her fingers, tidied up the couch, and then returned to the master bedroom.

Xiao Yan's hands were so strong and warm during the massage.

"Husband..."

Han Xueying murmured.

...

When he got home, his mother was still waiting for him on the couch.

"Mom, if I come home late, you don't have to wait for me here. Go to your room and sleep early."

"I don't want you to stay up late, it's bad for your skin."

Li Zhiyan could remember clearly from his past life how much he aged from staying up night after night to make some money.

This time around, he just wanted his mom to live happily and look beautiful.

"The house is too big now, not like the old one where you could hear me coming back, mom."

"Then from now on if I come back late, I'll just come to your room and let you know. You should rest early."

"Okay, son, go take a bath and get to bed early."

Zhou Rongrong gently hugged Li Zhiyan and kissed her son's face before heading off to bed.

That night, lying in bed, Li Zhiyan looked at the 1.1 million yuan in his bank account, feeling somewhat intoxicated. He was not far from his goal of an annual income of ten million yuan. Now the system was setting tasks at a much faster rate, which meant he would earn money quicker in the future.

"I'll go help Wu Auntie fend off drinks tomorrow."

Thinking about the various things that happened with Wu Qingxian during his childhood, Li Zhiyan's heart felt warm.

Apart from his mother, Wu Auntie was the kindest woman to him from his childhood through his adolescence; there was no one else.

Now that he had the chance to earn all her love, he certainly wouldn't let it pass by.

In the future, he would ensure Wu Auntie was like Aunt Fang, with eyes and all her remaining years filled only with him.

And she would also bear him a child; otherwise, it would be a complete waste for a fine woman like Wu Auntie, a remarkable mature beauty, to spend her life alone for someone like Zhang Honglei, a wastrel who knew only vanity and consumption.