"Aunt Rong, the biggest impression you've left on me before is your strength and independence. Among all the women I've known, none can match you in those aspects. Even Zhao Jun lacks the formidable presence and confidence you exude," Ye Fan said.
"Xiao Fan, don't comfort me. I know myself better than you do," Tantai Wanrong replied, not dodging Ye Fan but also not making any effort to play along.
"Aunt Rong, to put it frankly, I've admired you from the beginning," Ye Fan said.
Tantai Wanrong said, "Xiao Fan, you mustn't say that. You have Zhao Jun, you have Xiao Man, and even that silly girl Yaoyao... I don't know how to describe us..."
"Then let Aunt Rong be my lover!" Ye Fan suddenly said with a smile.
"You... What did you say?" Tantai Wanrong glared at Ye Fan. This time she abruptly flung Ye Fan's hand aside and stood up, saying, "Xiao Fan, what do you take me for?"
Ye Fan realized that "lover" was a hurtful term, but for him, it was the best way he could think of.
