Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

For a reward of ten thousand yuan, Li Zhiyan was determined to complete this mission. Pretending to be Fang Zhiya's son and giving her a quick hug? That seemed entirely reasonable.

As he held her slender waist, his calf muscles tightened, ensuring her balance. Fang Zhiya, startled by the sudden support, felt her knees go weak but managed to steady herself with his help.

Zhiyan didn't linger in the embrace, understanding that for a traditional woman like Fang Zhiya, maintaining proper boundaries was essential.

Otherwise, there might be no "next time."

The old landlady looked at the two of them curiously. "Come to think of it, you do look alike. Young man, why is your face so red?"

"It must be the heat," Zhiyan replied smoothly, his composure intact as he took the rental contract. He carefully reviewed every clause to ensure there were no hidden traps.

Once satisfied, he handed the contract to Fang Zhiya, who signed it and paid the 2,100-yuan deposit and rent for six months.

"Feel free to come by if there are any issues with water or electricity," the old lady said, pointing downstairs. "We're in room 101."

As the couple left, Zhiyan turned to Fang Zhiya, who was placing her suitcase in the corner. He noticed her movements were a little unsteady, her face still flushed.

She must still be thinking about the hug.

"Fang Auntie, it looks like you'll need quite a few essentials here. Let me help you shop for what's missing," Zhiyan offered.

Fang Zhiya nodded, her voice soft. "Yes, we'll need pots, pans, dishes, and utensils…"

Having spent most of her money on rent, she was now running dangerously low on funds. Without Zhiyan's earlier help in recovering her salary, she would've had nowhere to go.

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On their way out, they encountered a middle-aged female neighbor who stopped to introduce herself to Fang Zhiya.

Though both were in their forties, the difference between them was stark. Fang Zhiya's fair complexion and delicate features radiated charm, while the neighbor's sun-darkened skin and freckles gave her a much rougher appearance.

Zhiyan noticed the subtle envy in the neighbor's eyes. It's natural, he thought. Not everyone can be as stunning as Fang Auntie.

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As they walked down the street, Fang Zhiya couldn't help but replay the earlier hug in her mind. She rationalized it—He's just a kid. He doesn't think about these things the way adults do.

"Fang Auntie," Zhiyan said, interrupting her thoughts, "make sure you stay vigilant around here. If anything happens, call me immediately. I don't live far, so I can be here quickly."

His sincere concern warmed her heart. "Alright, Zhiyan. Later, let me cook you a meal as thanks."

"I'd love that, Auntie. I've been waiting to try your cooking!"

As they continued, Zhiyan added, "We should also pick up some curtains. It'll help with privacy."

He glanced at the neighboring buildings, noting the mixed crowd of residents. Ensuring her privacy and safety was crucial.

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While shopping, a familiar and nostalgic jingle caught Zhiyan's attention:

"Two yuan! Everything for two yuan!

You can't go wrong with these deals!"

It was the unmistakable call of a two-yuan store. Zhiyan immediately suggested they take a look, knowing it would suit Fang Zhiya's current budget.

Inside, Fang Zhiya picked up several plastic basins, each for a different purpose—washing face, feet, and… other things.

"Excuse me, these basins feel a bit flimsy," she said, testing one.

The storekeeper quickly chimed in, "Miss, we have sturdier ones for five yuan each. They're much better quality."

After some deliberation, she chose the sturdier basins, though the higher price made her hesitate. Having once lived a life of luxury, she was now painfully conscious of every penny.

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As they browsed the store, Zhiyan helped her pick out necessities like bowls, plates, and mugs. He steered her away from low-quality paper products, explaining how they could cause health issues.

"Auntie, some of these paper towels aren't very hygienic. It's better to get a trusted brand for things like this."

Fang Zhiya nodded, her admiration for Zhiyan growing. "You know so much for someone your age."

"Just some practical experience, Auntie," he replied modestly.

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Near the back of the store, a disorganized pile of books caught their attention. Zhiyan's curiosity was piqued—he hadn't seen such an eclectic collection in years.

Flipping through the stack, his gaze fell on titles that made his adolescence flash before his eyes. Ah, the things I used to save up for…

Fang Zhiya's eyes followed his, and her cheeks flushed at the suggestive covers.

"The Tenant's Seduction: Forbidden Nights in the Apartment."

"The Life of a Private Tutor: That One Night…"

"My Infertile Wife and Her Younger Sister's Sin."

"The Neighbor's Mature Charm: A Forbidden Desire."

Each title seemed more audacious than the last.

"What kind of stories are these?" she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zhiyan noticed her embarrassment and quickly moved to distract her. "Auntie, look! They also have really nice brooms and trash cans over here!"

But the vivid titles had already made an impression. Her face turned a deeper shade of red as she hurriedly averted her gaze.

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