Every time she thought about it, Jiang Xian's heart would feel an uncontrollable sadness.
"Auntie Jiang..."
Li Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Jiang Xian's waist, then leaned in and kissed her cherry-red lips, coated with lipstick.
"Ugh... Xiao Yan, you're getting naughtier and naughtier..."
"Kissing Auntie as soon as you see her."
Jiang Xian really felt helpless about Li Zhiyan kissing her.
After all, she was the one who had agreed to let him kiss her often, and she had even taken the initiative before.
While Li Zhiyan continued to stroke her leg.
A phone call rang out, and Jiang Xian, with her cheeks flushed, pushed Li Zhiyan away.
"It's my son's call."
Clearly, Jiang Xian's expression was somewhat surprised. Her son had never called her before. Was he actually calling her today?
Li Zhiyan didn't speak but just quietly watched...
He knew what kind of person Auntie Jiang's son was.
For the sake of the system's reward, all he had to do was watch and see how things unfolded.
He could understand Jiang Xian's happiness; which mother in this world didn't love her child?
The instinct of motherhood is to dote on one's children.
Only if the child really did something extremely upsetting would a mother sever ties with that child.
Like Fang Zhiya and Liu Yaolong, after the last time Liu Yaolong had framed her, her heart was utterly disappointed; now for her, the only important person in the world was herself.
As for what happened to Liu Yaolong, she didn't want to care anymore...
She had completely replaced Liu Yaolong in her heart, and all of this was Liu Yaolong's own fault.
And now, he was getting addicted to pretending to be a rich second-generation at school, even renting a Mercedes-Benz S-Class.
So, it wasn't hard to guess what his fate would be in the future.
"Son, what made you think to call your mom?"
"Mom, I missed you, just wanted to chat about family matters."
"Son, did you forget your keys?"
But it wasn't Li Zhiyan's voice that replied; it was the voice of her best friend Wu Qingxian.
"Not the son."
"It's the sister!"
As she opened the door, Wu Qingxian exclaimed, "Rongrong, you're looking so beautiful today."
"What's the occasion? It's not a blind date, is it?"
After inviting Wu Qingxian to sit down, Zhou Rongrong said reproachfully, "Nonsense, I'm over forty years old; what's there to matchmake? I'll just spend my life with my son, awaiting the day he gets married and has children."
Wu Qingxian felt quite emotional.
"Right, like us divorced women."
"If I were to marry, I'd definitely have to give a big part of my love away, and the love for my son would surely be much less."
"I won't marry again either, I'll just stay with my son and wait to hold my grandchildren."
"By the way, you don't need to dress up so formal and pretty just for your son's return. Those legs are really attractive, I'm salivating."
"And your figure, maintained just like a young girl's, I'm so envious."
Zhou Rongrong's face turned slightly red.
"Today I'm going with Xiao Yan to look at houses."
"You've saved so much money?"
"No, it's Xiao Yan who has earned enough money for a house, so he said we should go buy one."
Wu Qingxian was somewhat stunned, her mind even felt bewildered.
Li Zhiyan, that kid, was going to buy a house?
Compared to her own son, he was truly extraordinary.
Soon enough, Li Zhiyan opened the door and walked in.
"Mom."
"Wu Auntie, you're here too."
Seeing his mother's best friend, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but remember the time he had hugged Wu Qingxian.
She was probably the only woman who could compete with Auntie Rao in terms of bust size.