Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother

"Xiao Yan."

"Chenchen and Aunt have been on the phone."

"We talked about a lot of things, Aunt feels that Chenchen has really changed a lot..."

"Xiao Yan, I really can't thank you enough."

In Shen Rongfei's heart, she truly felt an immense sense of gratitude toward Li Zhiyan.

The appearance of this young man had brought a beam of light into her daughter's life, and now she could clearly feel her daughter starting to emerge from her previous tendency toward introversion.

If one day her daughter could become a normal girl, how happy she would be.

"Mom, I genuinely like Chenchen, and I will definitely try my best to help her come out of her shell."

"I'll also be very filial to you in the future."

Li Zhiyan said earnestly. On the other end of the phone, Shen Rongfei couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

This child was truly too good...

"Alright, Xiao Yan, Aunt will do her best to help you in the future."

...

Time flew by, and by evening, Han Xueying also got up from her bedroom bed.

Planning to make dinner.

Just as she stepped outside, the distant setting sun cast a pale yellow light.

This made Han Xueying feel a wave of inexplicable loss and sadness. After her husband's death and her son going off to study at the Magic Capital University, she was now alone in this home.

Normally, if it wasn't Sunday, she didn't even want to come home, because everything here made her feel pain.

Just upon entering the kitchen, not noticing a fallen corn cob, she stepped on it.

Sitting on the ground with a sprained ankle, she let out a pained cry.

In her agony, her voice sounded completely different from usual, very much like Yang Mi's tone, exceptionally coquettish.

Looking down, her ankle was noticeably swollen, clearly, this sprain was no minor injury; it was very serious.

She tried to stand up, but even a slight movement of the ankle made her forehead break out in cold sweat from the pain.

For a moment, Han Xueying sat there, not daring to move.

Her sweet face was now filled with pain.

Subconsciously, she dialed her husband's number on her phone.

The sound of the disconnected tone reminded her, her husband had been dead for a long time.

And her son was now in the Magic Capital; a train ride to return would take over ten hours.

It simply wasn't possible for him to help her.

She felt like she was crying for help, but heaven was not responding.

Despair gradually filled her heart, and Han Xueying lowered her head, closing her eyes as waves of pain from her ankle kept assaulting her.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Aunt Han, are you home?"

"I am..."

Han Xueying never expected that Li Zhiyan would come at this moment. In her despair, she suddenly saw a glimmer of hope; at least Li Zhiyan could take her to the hospital.

Li Zhiyan was also taken aback... Why did Aunt Han sound so coquettish in her agony? He almost thought it was Yang Mi inside.

If... Li Zhiyan's hormones began to stir slowly. Chapter Experience:

"I can hear something is wrong in your voice! What happened?"

"Xiao Yan, Aunt twisted her ankle, come in using the passcode, the code is 33456741."

Following Han Xueying's instructions, Li Zhiyan unlocked the door and entered.

In her state of agony, Han Xueying's voice was completely different from usual, sounding especially as if she were acting coquettish with Li Zhiyan.

Upon entering, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but feel heartache.

Aunt Han's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, clearly in a lot of discomfort.

In his past life, she had been so kind to him, spending so much time consoling him after his mother's accidental death.

He couldn't just watch her suffer.

He quickly shut the door behind him and asked with concern, "Aunt Han, did you twist your ankle?"

"Yes... it hurts a lot."

The vulnerable Han Xueying's way of speaking to Li Zhiyan became more and more like acting coquettishly.

Her coquettish voice made Li Zhiyan feel a twinge of heartache.

"The floor is cold, Aunt Han, let me carry you to the sofa first."

Previously, when he tried to hold Aunt Han's hand, she had dodged away, but now he could hold her in his arms.

Han Xueying knew it was not a time for her to be stubborn.

So, as Li Zhiyan's hands passed under her beautiful legs and waist,

She actively wrapped her arms around his neck to make it easier for him to pick her up.

Aunt Han's figure is really nice, that was Li Zhiyan's thought.

Even in her pain, Han Xueying was still shocked.

Li Zhiyan really had a remarkable gift.

Smelling the fragrance from Aunt Han's body, Li Zhiyan carried her to the sofa and then gently lifted Han Xueying's stockinged feet.

"Xiao Yan, what are you doing, it hurts..."

"Aunt Han, I have studied some traditional Chinese medicine, let me check on you."

Li Zhiyan knew that as a practitioner of Chinese medicine, it was time for him to start healing and saving people; patient safety was the top priority.