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

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"Aunt Fang, let's go check out the winnowing baskets over there,"

"You happen to need one, too."

Li Zhiyan was very aware of Fang Zhiya's traditional values, and if they continued browsing, he estimated that his face would become too red to bear.

It was better to tend to urgent matters first.

"Okay, Xiao Yan, you help Auntie check for any quality issues."

Afterward, the two meticulously picked and chose amongst the items in the dollar store, eventually spending 75 yuan on armfuls of various things.

Having returned home once, the pair set out again, this time heading to the supermarket.

To buy some daily necessities.

As they strolled casually through the supermarket, Li Zhiyan asked, "Aunt Fang, how come I've never seen you wear high heels?"

Most women wear high heels, but there are some who have never touched them in their entire lives.

Fang Zhiya before him clearly belonged to the latter category. Going by the trends of his previous life, she probably never wore high heels, even at the time of her suicide in 2012.

"Auntie doesn't like wearing high heels."

Li Zhiyan finally came to fully understand Fang Zhiya's traditionalism; a woman who never exposed her arms or legs, it was perfectly normal for her not to like high heels.

In the following time, the two made several trips back and forth.

Once all the purchases were completed, it was already past five in the afternoon.

Watching Li Zhiyan install curtains for her privacy, Fang Zhiya's heart grew increasingly touched. This child was really too good to her.

"Xiao Yan, why don't you sit in front of the fan for a while, and I'll cook some noodles for you,"

The whistle of the kettle boiling water on the stove grew louder, helping Li Zhiyan feel more integrated into this era.

In a few more years, coal stoves would hardly be seen, most having been replaced with gas canisters or natural gas.

After installing curtains on both windows, Li Zhiyan walked back and forth a few times, ensuring there were no angles from which one could peep.

He then felt at ease.

"Aunt Fang, I've taken care of it for you, now your privacy can be assured,"

"Just make sure to pull the curtains at night."

The rental was very hot, especially after lighting the coal briquettes.

But Fang Zhiya, ever so frugal, didn't complain about the poor and shabby environment.

She was quietly cooking dinner instead.

It was quite a while later when the two squeezed in front of the somewhat crowded dining table.

"Xiao Yan, try the noodles Auntie made,"

"I added my own homemade chili sauce to them."

Gazing at the simple noodles with chili sauce and a couple of side dishes, Li Zhiyan picked up his chopsticks and took a taste.

Indeed, these aunties always made delicious meals.

Back in his previous life, none of the young girls he dated knew how to cook, always thinking about how to extract money from his pocket, wringing out all of his surplus value.

"Aunt Fang, your noodles are really delicious, especially this chili sauce, it's truly exceptional,"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it's tasty. Aunt Fang, you really do cook well – the dishes are cooked just right and seasoned perfectly."

"Then you can come over when you're free. I'll cook for you,"

Fang Zhiya felt increasingly indebted to the young man before her.

Unsure how to repay him, she knew he enjoyed her noodles.

So, she decided to cook for him more often.

"I will, Aunt Fang. Are you planning to look for a job tomorrow?"

"Hmm... Yao Long's tuition fee still isn't settled."

Fang Zhiya felt a headache coming on.

Her previous job was largely due to the connections her husband had before he was imprisoned.

Finding another white-collar job paying a monthly salary of five thousand wasn't going to be easy anymore.

"But by the time I receive my salary, it will probably be too late."

"Xiao Yan, what do you think about Auntie selling mixed noodles?"

While eating the noodles Aunt Fang made, Li Zhiyan thought that could be a possibility.

"Aunt Fang, I think it's a good idea. Your cooking is so delicious, you're sure to make a good amount of money,"

Li Zhiyan knew that street food stalls could be very profitable; some unassuming stalls could make fifty or sixty thousand yuan a month, or even more.

However, this trade was really hard-earned money, and those without great determination couldn't stick with it.

"Then Auntie can give it a try..."

As the two chatted, the gloom in Fang Zhiya's heart dissipated quite a bit.

After dinner, they both were drenched in sweat.

"Aunt Fang, why don't you heat some water for a bath first,"

"I'll keep watch by the door, and then I'll have to leave,"

Fang Zhiya's cheeks were somewhat flushed, but she agreed nonetheless.

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Standing at the door, listening to the faint sounds inside, Li Zhiyan realized that the soundproofing of this house was indeed rather poor.

If he wasn't pretending to be Aunt Fang's son.

Then he would probably be in quite a bit of trouble.

"The class leader really isn't a damn good thing."

"With the family fallen on hard times, he even treats his mom like this, not even willing to live with his mom in a rented house."

"He's a beast, no wonder in the previous life Aunt Fang ended up committing suicide."

Ten minutes later, the door opened.

"Xiao Yan, come in, mom has finished bathing."

At this moment, Fang Zhiya was still playing the role of mother and son with Li Zhiyan to prevent anyone from harboring ill intentions.

At this moment, Aunt Fang had once again achieved that 36D bust size.

Afterward, Li Zhiyan also whispered, "Aunt Fang, I need to go home now, call me anytime if you need anything."

"If you have any trouble, call me anytime."

"Alright..."

Taking advantage of others not paying attention, Li Zhiyan left the building. Watching his retreating figure, Fang Zhiya felt a deep reluctance in her heart.

After the footsteps faded away, Fang Zhiya locked the door and drew the curtains, mulling over the future.

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That night, lying at home, he looked at the ten thousand yuan that had been deposited into his account.

Li Zhiyan pondered his next mission.

"The savings are already at 140,000, one step closer to the goal of being a millionaire..."

"Aunt Gu's ex-husband is coming back to see Yu Sisi."

"Can't let them have a chance to rekindle old flames."

"No way, not under any circumstances, Aunt Gu is mine..."

Li Zhiyan felt that he should also prod Aunt Gu a bit.

Glancing at the time, Li Zhiyan called Fang Zhiya to check how she was doing.

At this moment, Fang Zhiya, in a new environment, was tossing and turning restlessly.

During the day, the title of a steamy rental house story she saw with Li Zhiyan in a two-yuan store echoed in her mind.

Because of the heat, Fang Zhiya had undone several buttons, lying on her side and blowing the fan, where the cleavage seemed bottomless.

And those exposed snowy white legs were very eye-catching in the light-less rental house.

A phone call came in, taking her by surprise.

Could it be her son's?

After seeing Li Zhiyan was the caller, she realized perhaps she shouldn't hold any expectations for her son.

"Xiao Yan, is there something you need from Auntie?"

Worried she might not hear Li Zhiyan clearly, Fang Zhiya temporarily turned off the fan.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask."

"How are you settling into the new place?"

"It's quite nice..."

Although she was somewhat sleepless, Fang Zhiya did not want to share such matters with a child, to avoid worrying him.

"Aunt Fang, the meals you cook are really delicious, I still can't stop thinking about them..."

As they chatted, Fang Zhiya increasingly felt that her entanglement with Li Zhiyan was too deep.

Especially today, their relationship had intensified too much.

From now on, her life would probably never be without this kid.

"Xiao Yan, I will always remember your kindness to me for the rest of my life..."

As they talked, Fang Zhiya became somewhat emotional.

She really regretted not knowing Li Zhiyan when her family was well-off when she truly had the means to spoil this kid.

One awkward thing, though, she and this kid who was 23 years younger than her.

Always ended up in some man-woman situations.

Like reading that story.

Like him massaging her feet, though she knew Li Zhiyan was just an innocent child.

But after all, he was at an age where he could make her pregnant, and in one night could do so five or six times.

Just then, a creaking noise from the cheap wooden board next door suddenly came through.

Fang Zhiya hadn't expected the house's soundproofing to be so bad.

Immediately, her pretty face blushed hotly.

And Li Zhiyan also heard this noise through the phone.

He couldn't help but recall the cover title of that tabloid magazine.

"Aunt Fang, is the lady next door being hit?"

"Is it domestic violence, Auntie is crying so miserably."

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