Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

Fang Ayi's husband was in prison for crimes related to his job.

This was something Li Zhiyan had known for a while.

What he hadn't expected, though, was the system task asking him to help Fang Zhiyuan divorce her husband.

Marriages of middle-aged couples often came with years of shared emotions and history. This task wasn't going to be easy—no wonder the reward was a hefty 100,000 yuan.

But this task had to be done. Once completed, his savings would reach 290,000 yuan.

With this in mind, Li Zhiyan began forming a plan.

It seemed that this divorce was inevitable for Fang Ayi.

If she remained married, someone as traditional as her would never entertain a relationship with him.

But if she divorced… everything would change.

His chances would increase significantly. After all, this was the perfect way to exact revenge on Liu Yaolong.

"I, Tian Wenjing, will make it happen!"

At that moment, Teacher Jiang Xian sent him a QQ message.

Jiang Xian: "Zhiyan, I think your teacher has been acting strange lately."

Li Zhiyan: "What's wrong, Teacher Jiang?"

Jiang Xian: "He's been glued to the computer lately, staring at the screen like he's possessed. Sometimes he looks excited; other times, his face turns dark."

Li Zhiyan: "Maybe he's working on something important?"

Jiang Xian: "I have a feeling he's up to no good."

At this moment, Jiang Xian reclined on the chaise in their air-conditioned bedroom. Her snow-white, flawless legs stretched out lazily, but her heart was heavy with disappointment.

If he were truly up to no good… he wouldn't even have the guts to carry it out in reality.

He was just fooling around on the internet, that's all.

Li Zhiyan: "Don't worry, Teacher Jiang. He's an adult. Whatever he's doing, I'm sure he knows what he's doing."

Jiang Xian: "I hope so… But I'm really scared that he's gambling online. If that's the case, I'll have no one to rely on in this world."

Li Zhiyan: "Teacher Jiang, you can rely on me. Didn't I say before? You're like a second mother to me."

"I'll take care of you."

Although Jiang Xian knew he was joking, her heart couldn't help but be touched.

This boy's sincerity was undeniable. Recently, their chats had grown more frequent.

Maybe… in her heart, she had already started to think of him as her own child.

Meanwhile, Li Shiyu, sitting nearby, was practically bowing down in admiration.

In his eyes, nothing was impossible for Brother Yan.

For most people, "national essence" meant cursing and venting their anger.

But for Brother Yan? It was turning words into reality!

As their conversation ended, Li Zhiyan opened another chat—this time with Fang Zhiyuan.

Li Zhiyan: "Fang Ayi, what are you up to?"

He and Fang Ayi often chatted, though their conversations weren't as frequent since she was busy and typed slowly.

Fang Zhiyuan: "Xiao Yan, Ayi just opened a noodle stall a few days ago. I didn't tell you because I was worried it might not go well. But business is decent now."

Since it wasn't yet mealtime, Fang Zhiyuan was at home cooling off with a fan. She planned to head out in the evening for work.

Her stall's earnings had grown from 100 yuan a day at the start to 300 yuan now. This gave her hope.

At least her son's tuition and living expenses were secured.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhiyuan felt a rare sense of relaxation. Perhaps life wouldn't be so bad after all.

And now, she had this sweet boy, Li Zhiyan, who was like a son to her.

Life… didn't seem so bleak anymore.

Remembering the days when she had considered ending it all at the park, Fang Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel grateful that she hadn't acted rashly.

Otherwise, she would've missed out on such a delightful child.

Li Zhiyan: "Are you home right now, Ayi?"

According to the system's prompt, the local debt collectors were going to cause trouble at her stall tonight.

These neighborhood thugs couldn't be allowed to harm her.

After all, he had already reserved her future maternal rights and planned to exercise them thoroughly. For now, she needed protection.

Fang Zhiyuan: "Yes, Ayi's at home preparing ingredients. I'll head out soon."

Li Zhiyan: "I'll come over. I miss you."

For Li Zhiyan, saying "I miss you" was just an ordinary way to express his affection.

But to the deeply traditional Fang Zhiyuan, it carried a completely different weight.

Her face flushed red as she read his words.

"Xiao Yan is just a child. He doesn't mean anything strange by it… Don't overthink it, Zhiyuan."

Fang Zhiyuan: "Alright, come over then. I'll make noodles for you."

Li Zhiyan: "I'll head out now! I love your noodles, especially with that special chili sauce you make. It's incredible!"

The memory of her noodles lingered in his mind. Truly, they were the best he'd ever tasted.

Fang Zhiyuan: "Hurry over then."

Recalling all the good things this boy had done for her, Fang Zhiyuan's heart warmed.

This child… truly treated her well.

The lecherous glances from a certain neighbor in her apartment complex no longer bothered her. That man didn't dare act on his desires, knowing that Li Zhiyan was pretending to be her son.

Having a "son" was a good thing.

If her real son were as capable as Xiao Yan, life would've been perfect.

"Time to get ready! I'll make Xiao Yan noodles with my best chili sauce!"

…

After finishing the chat, Li Zhiyan closed QQ and got ready to leave.

Li Shiyu, watching from the side, asked curiously, "Brother Yan, who messed with you this time? Heading out for another round of revenge?"

In Li Shiyu's eyes, Brother Yan always got even.

Anyone who dared cross him had to worry about their mom being… taken care of.

"Stop spouting nonsense. I'm just helping Ayi with something, nothing else."

"Now focus on your game."

After chatting for a bit longer and handing him a soda, Li Zhiyan left for the city outskirts.

When he reached Fang Zhiya 's rented home, the sweltering summer heat hit him like a wall.

As he climbed the stairs, he spotted a familiar couple ahead—a woman he recognized as the victim of domestic violence.

It was odd seeing them here at this hour.

Something felt off…

Normally, domestic disputes like theirs happened late at night. Shouldn't they be at work during the day?

The coincidence left him uneasy.

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