52: Is the aunt next door being abused?

"Aunt Fang, let's look at the winnowing baskets over there."

"You need one too, coincidentally."

Li Zhiyan knew how traditional Fang Zhiya was. If he kept looking, she would probably blush so much she couldn't handle it.

It was better to get down to business first.

"Okay, Li Zhiyan, help Auntie check the quality problems."

Next, the two of them meticulously chose items at the two-dollar store, finally spending 75 yuan and leaving with bags full of things.

After returning home once, the two of them turned back and went to the supermarket.

To buy some daily necessities.

While strolling in the supermarket, Li Zhiyan asked, "Aunt Fang, why have I never seen you wear high heels?"

Most women wear high heels, but some never touch them their entire lives.

The Fang Zhiya in front of him was clearly one of them; according to the trend in his previous life, she probably hadn't worn high heels even when she committed suicide in 2012.

"Auntie doesn't like wearing high heels."

Li Zhiyan finally realized how traditional Fang Zhiya was. It was normal for a woman who never showed her arms or legs to dislike wearing high heels.

For the next period, the two of them ran back and forth several times.

After everything was purchased, it was already past five in the afternoon.

Looking at Li Zhiyan, who was helping her install curtains for privacy, Fang Zhiya felt increasingly touched. This child was truly too good to her.

"Li Zhiyan, go stand by the fan later. Auntie will make noodles for you to eat."

The whistling sound of water boiling in the kettle on the stove made Li Zhiyan feel more and more integrated into this era.

In a few more years, honeycomb briquette stoves would be virtually gone, mostly replaced by gas tanks or natural gas.

After installing the curtains on both sides, Li Zhiyan looked around several times, and when he found there was no angle for peeping, he felt relieved.

"Aunt Fang, I've got everything done for you. This way, your privacy can be guaranteed."

"Just pull the curtains at night."

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

However, the already very frugal Fang Zhiya did not complain about the current poor environment.

Instead, she quietly cooked.

After a long while, the two of them squeezed around the somewhat crowded dining table.

"Li Zhiyan, try the noodles Auntie made."

"I added Auntie's homemade chili sauce inside."

Looking at the simple noodles with chili sauce and two small dishes, Li Zhiyan picked up his chopsticks and tasted them.

Indeed, all these aunties cooked very deliciously.

In his previous life, none of the young girls he dated knew how to cook; all they thought about was how to get money out of his pocket and squeeze out his remaining value.

"Aunt Fang, the noodles you made are truly delicious, especially this chili sauce; it's absolutely fantastic."

"Is it delicious?"

"Mm, it's delicious, Aunt Fang. Your cooking is indeed delicious. The stir-fried dishes are cooked to perfection, and the saltiness is just right."

"Then, when you're free in the future, you can come to Auntie's place, and Auntie will cook for you."

Fang Zhiya felt that she owed this child in front of her more and more.

She didn't know how to repay him. He liked the noodles she made.

So, in the future, she would cook more for him.

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

"Mm... Yao Long's tuition fees are still unsettled."

Fang Zhiya had a bit of a headache.

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

It wouldn't be so easy to find a white-collar job with a monthly salary of five thousand yuan anymore.

"But by the time I get paid, it will probably be too late."

"Li Zhiyan, what do you think about Auntie selling cold noodles?"

Eating the noodles Aunt Fang made, Li Zhiyan thought that was a possibility.

"Aunt Fang, I think it's a good idea. Your cooking is so delicious, you'll definitely make a lot of money."

Li Zhiyan knew that snack stalls were very profitable; some inconspicuous small stalls could even earn fifty or sixty thousand yuan or more per month.

However, this line of work was truly hard-earned money; people without great perseverance simply couldn't stick with it.

"Then Auntie can try..."

As the two chatted, the gloom in Fang Zhiya's heart dissipated considerably.

After dinner, both of them had worked up a sweat.

"Aunt Fang, why don't you boil some water and take a shower first?"

"I'll watch for you at the door. I have to leave soon too."

Fang Zhiya's pretty face was a bit red, but she agreed.

...

Standing at the door, listening to the faint sounds inside the room, Li Zhiyan felt that the sound insulation of this house was indeed a bit poor.

If he hadn't pretended to be Aunt Fang's son,

Then there would probably have been a lot of trouble.

"The class monitor is really not a good person."

"His family fell on hard times, and he treated his mother like this, not even willing to stay with her in a rented room."

"What an animal. No wonder Aunt Fang ended up committing suicide in his previous life."

After about ten minutes, the door opened.

"Li Zhiyan, come in, Mom has finished washing."

At this time, Fang Zhiya was still pretending to be mother and son with Li Zhiyan to prevent anyone from having malicious intentions.

At this moment, Aunt Fang's bust had returned to that 36D.

Then, Li Zhiyan also whispered, "Aunt Fang, I have to go home. If you need anything, call me anytime."

"If you need anything, call me anytime."

"Okay..."

Taking advantage of no one noticing, Li Zhiyan went downstairs. Looking at Li Zhiyan's back, Fang Zhiya felt a deep sense of reluctance.

After the sound of footsteps disappeared, Fang Zhiya double-locked the door, drew the curtains, and thought about what would happen next.

...

That night, lying at home and looking at the 10,000 yuan that had arrived in his account,

Li Zhiyan thought about the next task.

"I already have 140,000 in savings, getting closer to the goal of being a millionaire..."

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

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

"Absolutely not. Aunt Gu is mine..."

Li Zhiyan felt that he should also urge Aunt Gu.

Looking at the time, Li Zhiyan called Fang Zhiya, wanting to ask how Fang Zhiya was doing.

At this moment, Fang Zhiya, who had just arrived in a new environment, was tossing and turning.

During the day, the title of the story from the two-dollar store's rental room, something like "Infatuation in the Rental Room," kept echoing in her mind.

Because of the heat, Fang Zhiya had unbuttoned several buttons and was lying on her side, blowing the fan. The cleavage was truly bottomless.

And those exposed, snow-white beautiful legs were still very conspicuous in the darkened rental room.

A call came in, which surprised her a little.

Was it her son's?

Upon seeing that it was a call from Li Zhiyan, she realized that perhaps she shouldn't have any expectations of her son.

"Li Zhiyan, is there something you need from Auntie?"

Worried she wouldn't hear Li Zhiyan clearly, Fang Zhiya temporarily turned off the fan.

"No, I just wanted to ask you."

"How are you settling into your new place?"

"It's very good..."

Although she had some insomnia, Fang Zhiya didn't want to tell a child about such things, to avoid making Li Zhiyan worry.

"Aunt Fang, the food you make is really delicious. I'm still thinking about it now..."

As the two chatted, Fang Zhiya felt more and more that her entanglement with Li Zhiyan was too deep.

Especially today, their relationship had deepened too much.

In the future, her life would probably not be complete without this child.

"Li Zhiyan, Auntie will remember your kindness to her for this entire life..."

As they chatted, Fang Zhiya said with some emotion.

She truly regretted not knowing Li Zhiyan when her family was well-off. At that time, she really had the ability to dote on this child.

There was just one awkward point: herself and this child who was 23 years younger than her.

Things between a man and a woman always seemed to happen.

For example, seeing the storybook.

For example, he helped her rub her feet, although she knew Li Zhiyan was just a pure child.

But he was, after all, old enough to get her pregnant, and could get her pregnant five or six times in one night.

At this moment, the creaking sound of poor quality wooden boards suddenly came from next door.

Fang Zhiya hadn't expected the sound insulation of this house to be so bad.

Instantly, her pretty face flushed.

And Li Zhiyan also heard this sound on his phone.

He couldn't help but recall the cover title of the storybook.

"Aunt Fang, is the aunt next door being beaten?"

"Is it domestic violence? Auntie is screaming so terribly."