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Li Zhiyan had heard from his classmates before that going to get a foot massage was extremely enjoyable.
Not only could you get your feet washed, but you could also get your head washed, and it was particularly relaxing.
At first, he found it a bit puzzling—how exciting could washing your head really be?
It wasn't until later that Li Zhiyan realized he had indeed been too naïve.
What he didn't expect was that the first person to invite him for a foot massage would be Aunt Lai.
A mature woman who spent all her days drinking and acting drunk.
"Aunt Lai, are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm serious…"
"We're going at nine to get a foot massage. I'll ask the boss lady to pamper you; we're good friends, after all."
"Alright…"
Aunt Lai taking him out for a foot massage gave Li Zhiyan no reason to refuse—he also wanted to get closer to Lai Feifei, the wealthy koi-luck queen.
"Alright then, Xiao Yan darling, we'll meet in a while."
After agreeing to meet Lai Feifei for the foot massage that evening, Li Zhiyan opened Meituan on his phone to check the delivery time of his food order.
Quietly, he waited to catch Shang Shunsheng, that damn bastard.
...
Today, Shen Hongmei had come home relatively early; she needed some proper rest because of her menstrual cramps.
During these seven days, Shen Hongmei always felt like she needed even more time to recuperate.
Just as she calmed down, her mind wandered back to the incident when she bumped into Li Zhiyan over at Hundred Herbs Garden earlier today.
Was it possible that fate truly existed?
At just the right time, he showed up, bringing her an unprecedented feeling of security.
Her phone rang; seeing Lai Feifei's name, Shen Hongmei immediately knew this drunkard surely had had too much to drink and was about to harass her again.
But, being one of Feifei's rare close friends, what else could she do?
"Hello, drunk again?"
"I'm not drunk…"
"Shen the beauty, be honest: you and Li Zhiyan—are you two dating? You treat him so well that I don't believe there's nothing going on between you two!"
"Stop talking nonsense… I'm way older than him."
"What does being older matter? It's perfect; he's full of youthful energy."
"And you, well, you're at the peak of your prime—it's a perfect match!"
Shen Hongmei felt helpless inside.
This woman always turned crazy and nonsensical whenever she drank, spouting obscene jokes without restraint.
"Why don't you pair up with him, then?"
"Nah, he and I aren't suitable; you're older, so you're the most fitting match!"
Lai Feifei looked seriously at Shen Hongmei's chest as she spoke.
Shen Hongmei's face flushed slightly—this madwoman!
Her words were becoming more outrageous by the minute.
...
After receiving the delivery call, Li Zhiyan knew that Shang Shunsheng's little antics were about to unfold.
"Leave it at the window by the door."
This building was definitely old; after coming up the stairs, you could see a long corridor.
The corridor connected five separate apartments.
The woman who had previously been torn into by Zhao Shumin lived in the apartment on the right.
"Got it, please leave a five-star review."
Turning on his phone's recording function, Li Zhiyan found a suitable spot.
After placing the phone down, he left his rented apartment and went up one flight of stairs.
Quietly, he waited for Shang Shunsheng to return.
Within about ten minutes, Zhao Shumin came home carrying groceries.
Her gait was noticeably wobbly, making Li Zhiyan think that this shrew must truly be exhausted all the time.
But then again, being a mom wasn't easy.
She spent all day cooking for Shang Shunsheng and Liu Yan.
Yet, Liu Yan didn't even want to share a meal with her.
Another ten minutes ticked by before Shang Shunsheng returned, dripping sweat.
Upon entering, his gaze landed on the delivery food sitting on the window sill.
"Son of a bitch."
"Dares to order braised pork ribs!"
Checking to see that no one was in the living room, Shang Shunsheng swiftly picked out two black, curly hairs.
He opened Li Zhiyan's food bag and stuffed the hairs inside.
He felt a burst of satisfaction inside.
"Damn bastard, dares to hit me—today you'll get a taste of my special seasoning!"
The entire scene was captured clearly by Li Zhiyan's phone.
Seeing that he had collected evidence, Li Zhiyan finally stepped forward.
"Didn't expect you'd stoop to this kind of behavior!"
Fighting him wasn't on his mind—Shen Hongmei had been right: violence wasn't a wise solution.
"Li Zhiyan, what proof do you have?"
Going to where his phone was hidden, Li Zhiyan saved the video and sent it to his private account.
Shang Shunsheng cursed angrily, "You bastard! You set me up!"
"You tampered with my delivery food, and you're accusing me of setting you up?"
Li Zhiyan kicked Shang Shunsheng hard, leaving the guilty yet weaker Shang Shunsheng too scared to resist.
His curses had drawn out Zhao Shumin from the kitchen, where she had been cooking.
"What's going on!"
Seeing the two on the verge of a physical fight, she planned to humiliate Li Zhiyan by tearing his pants off if he dared engage her son in combat again.
"Your son tampered with my delivery food—tomorrow, I'll bring this footage to his workplace and show it to his colleagues and boss."
Jobs were hard to come by nowadays. Without employment, one could barely scrape by.
At the same time, Li Zhiyan directly called the police.
This was when Shang Shunsheng's expression finally changed.
Watching Li Zhiyan retreat to his room, Zhao Shumin shouted anxiously, "What do we do now?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?! Fix this—tell him to delete the video, quick!"
Shang Shunsheng shouted at Zhao Shumin, leaving her feeling deeply aggrieved.
But the situation needed resolving, no matter what.
Returning to the kitchen, she resumed cooking in the suffocating summer heat.
Before long, the police arrived and took both men to the station for questioning.
Shang Shunsheng was detained for a day.
...
Back home, just as Li Zhiyan was about to order more delivery food, a knock came at the door.
"Xiao Li, open up for Aunt, would you?"
The shrew's soft tone startled Li Zhiyan.
It was bursting with incongruity—like a miracle on par with Aunt Lai refraining from uttering obscene jokes.
After thinking for a bit, he opened the door.
Soon, the shrew entered, sweating profusely, clad in a worn-out T-shirt.
Li Zhiyan could tell that her shirt was soaked in sweat, making her prominent chest even more noticeable.
Its size could only be described as overwhelming.
Though the shrew didn't wear makeup and dressed plainly—high heels and stockings completely alien to her—she still managed to look beautiful.
"Xiao Li, what happened today was my son's fault."
"Don't hold it against him, okay?"
"Look, Aunt made some stir-fried dishes, buns, and congee for you."
"Just take them as Aunt's apology, alright?"
"Please delete the video, would you?"
Zhao Shumin was worried that Li Zhiyan might escalate matters by exposing her son's actions to his colleagues at work.
Looking at the shrew before him, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but recall her fierce demeanor when she pinned him down and tore at him once before—he said nothing.
"Are you worried Aunt might have added something suspicious in the food?"
"I promise it's completely clean!"
"Look, Aunt will eat it herself first."
"Please delete the video, alright?"
"My son doesn't know any better; he's just a child."
As she spoke, she picked up a pair of chopsticks and ate a few bites.
"Even the buns—I assure you, they're perfectly clean."
"Aunt really isn't lying to you."
Li Zhiyan, still furious, replied, "Fine, I'll delete the video."
Zhao Shumin's naturally fair complexion brightened with a trace of joy.
"That's wonderful. Aunt really appreciates it. Go ahead and eat."
The cool air from the AC made shrew Zhao Shumin shiver slightly.
"But I have one condition—you tore my T-shirt; now I want to tear yours!"
The shrew's unreasonable antics had left Li Zhiyan simmering with rage.
"Wha…"
"What?"
Zhao Shumin's eyes widened.
"If not, then forget it—please leave."
"Wait…"
"Fine, do it."
Zhao Shumin was traditional at heart and utterly opposed to such an affront.
But for her son's sake, there was no other choice now.
Still seething with anger, Li Zhiyan grabbed Zhao Shumin's T-shirt.
"You damn shrew! So unreasonable!"
With vengeful glee, he tugged firmly, and with a loud rip—the fabric tore open!
Her T-shirt now had a gaping hole, revealing a snow-white, flat abdomen.