Chapter 168: 098 Li Zhiyan's counter-attack to become a male god, the explosively popular milk tea shop_2



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By noon, Yen Zhengjin, who had just returned home, also felt some regret for the attitude he had shown towards his ex-wife.

That night, he had gone to the game arcade for the second time, playing all night and even winning back a few thousand yuan.

And this morning, after finishing his classes, he also won a thousand yuan at the arcade.

He was in a quite good mood.

No matter what, life had to go on, so he decided to have a serious talk with Jiang Xian today...

Today, Yen Zhengjin had also purposefully bought a bottle of medicine; he felt he was capable again, and his hormones had unusually acted up.

Yen Zhengjin really wanted to take his ex-wife on a romantic trip.

Once home, he looked at Jiang Xian cooking in the kitchen, her white, beautiful legs showing beneath her hip-wrapping skirt, and her graceful figure.

Yen Zhengjin truly felt he was up for it.

"Wife..."

Ever since Yen Zhengjin last insulted Jiang Xian by calling her old and ugly, their relationship had reached a freezing point.

Jiang Xian would never forget how distressed she had felt at the time.

Had it not been for Li Zhiyan coming all the way to comfort her, she really didn't know how she would have coped with such sorrow.

From Yen Zhengjin's gaze, Jiang Xian also perceived something that resembled desire.

If it had been before the quarrel with Yen Zhengjin, Jiang Xian's heart would certainly have been very happy.

After all, at the age of 41, her hormones were at their peak, and she would often think about certain things; she had even taken the initiative before, but he had run away, scared.

But now, Jiang Xian felt a surge of nausea and revulsion.

Her ex-husband had hurled such insults at her, and since they were divorced, she really didn't want to do those things with him anymore.

"Don't call me your wife, we're divorced."

While cooking, Jiang Xian said very coldly.

She remembered the promise she made to that kid, not to let Yen Zhengjin touch her.

She had to keep her promise to an 18-year-old kid; after all, at her age, she could be his mother, and she couldn't go back on her word.

She knew that if Yen Zhengjin was decent enough, she might still give him a chance to repair their relationship.

Of course, she definitely wouldn't let him touch her now.

The incident had hurt her too deeply to be easily forgiven.

After leaving the house, Yen Zhengjin kicked a wall, feeling very annoyed.

In his mind, his wife was just an accessory.

Today, she had the nerve to be so defiant.

Feeling the thick wad of thirty thousand yuan in his pocket, Yen Zhengjin felt his gambling itch return.

The images of the slot machine, Jungle Party, Fish Hunter, and other games kept flashing through his mind.

He hastily ate lunch and then entered the game arcade.

However, his luck wasn't good that day, and he began losing money as soon as he started playing.

This made Yen Zhengjin even more incensed.

The more he lost, the more aggressive his betting became.

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In the afternoon, while chatting with Su Mengchen, Li Zhiyan also inquired whether Wang Shangyan was in the school supermarket.

At that moment, resting in the little cabin inside the supermarket, Wang Shangyan felt an unexpected surge of happiness.

This child seemed to be getting closer and closer to her. Read now on m_vl_em_p_yr

"I'm in the supermarket, Xiao Yan, are you coming over? Auntie wants to check out your milk tea shop."

Li Zhiyan: "Alright, I'm on my way."

His milk tea shop's opening indeed owed much to Wang Shangyan's assistance.

So it was only natural for her to want to visit.

In this matter, he owed Wang Shangyan a favor, which was a good opportunity for him to close the gap with Auntie Wang.

When Li Zhiyan arrived at the supermarket, Wang Shangyan was already waiting for him with a bottle of drink in hand.

"You must be hot, kid. Let's go to the cabin; it's quieter there."

With the college's schedule not being uniform, the supermarket was still a bit messy at this time.