When I Was Born, You Had Yet to Be Born; When You Were Born, I Was Already Old

The meal ended with both host and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves, and the atmosphere at the table remained harmonious.

At nine that evening, after the gathering ended, Li Limin left in his private car.

"Aunt Yang, are you going home tonight?"

Standing at the entrance of Xinyue Restaurant, Jiang Che supported the thoroughly drunk Yang Jingshu and asked without giving anything away.

The evening breeze drifted by, lifting the beautiful woman's long hair. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes faintly pink and misty, as alluring as a blooming rose—elegant and captivating.

"Going... going home?"

Blown by the night breeze, Yang Jingshu seemed to regain a little clarity and muttered.

"What's the point of going home... It's cold and empty there anyway..."

"I... I don't want to go home!"

After saying that, Yang Jingshu naturally nestled into Jiang Che's arms, planted a loud kiss on his cheek, and gave a foolish smile.

"Hehe... you smell pretty nice..."

"Aunt Yang, you're drunk."

"I'm not. You're talking nonsense!"

"What... you little rascal, you're always getting handsy with your aunt. Now that I'm giving you the chance, why are you suddenly useless?"

Yang Jingshu retorted, the flush on her face looking even more seductive beneath the streetlights. She was delicate and endearing.

"Mm... I'm not going home. I want to sleep~"

Regardless of where they were, Yang Jingshu wrapped her arms around Jiang Che's neck, buried her head in his chest, and closed her eyes as though she were about to sleep.

"Interesting..."

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow as he watched Yang Jingshu keep making trouble against his chest.

Since Yang Jingshu was already being so proactive, what else could he say?

Of course, he would satisfy her wishes.

Wrapping an arm around the young married woman's slender waist, Jiang Che scooped her up