"Can I come with you? I don't have anyone with me right now."
Qing asks, her eyes turning big as she looks at Meixiu with puppy eyes. The taller woman felt a little weirded out by her but nodded.
A squeal went out of Qing's mouth, and Meixiu felt a body collide with her as Qing threw her arms around her.
"Thank you!"
She spoke as her hand gently tapped Qing's back. The maroon dress that tightly held Qing's back was also backless.
Meixiu saw how people looked at her back, whistling in the process as she sighed and shook her head.
She gently pushes Qing away from her before she removes the plaid shirt she's wearing.
"Wear this; your dress is a bit...revealing."
She said, pushing the plaid shirt in Qing's direction before entering the shop.
The woman blushes at her action, her body swaying as she looks at the plaid shirt in her hand.
She quickly wore it, sniffing in the process, which caught her off guard. It's not the usual sun-bathed smell.
It's quite intriguing, rather.
Her smell has quite a musky smell, yet it has a tad bit of citrus and a flowery scent. It came from her perfume.
Her sweat, she can clearly distinguish it.
It smells spicy and enticing, yet it's very comforting and sweet. It's almost like cinnamon.
For someone who's living in a small, crowded house with four people, she smells really good.
Qing quickly went inside the shop; her eyebrows raised as she saw that the woman was beside Meixiu.
She quickly walks, her hips still swaying side by side, before she takes the seat in front of Meixiu, giving the woman a small smile.
"Hi, I'm Qing."
"Qi, nice meeting you."
Qi said, her eyes weary of the woman in front of her. Qing didn't even offer her hand, bowing only a little before glancing at the taller woman in front of her.
"Ms. Song, what would you like to eat?"
Meixiu looks at the menu on their table; her eyes scan the object before concluding that the place has a lot of great treats.
"Are we in a French pastry shop?"
She asks, her eyes looking at the woman beside her. Qi smiles and nods, her head almost bumping towards Meixiu's as she also looks at the menu.
"Try their macarons, Meixiu; they're good."
Qing's ears perked up at what Qi just called Meixiu. Isn't she supposed to respect Meixiu, considering she's a higher person than her?
But the latter seemed to not care how the former called her.
Her head even nodded, as if she were telling her she'd be trying what she recommended.
Qing quickly looked at the menu, her mouth curving into a smile, seeing a specific pastry to recommend to the taller woman.
"Ms. Song, how about you also try Pain Au Chocolat?"
Qi snickers at her pronunciation, causing the woman to glare at her. Meixiu shakes her head at Qi's reaction before nodding.
"Let me try that as well."
She quickly stands up, ready to order, before she stops and looks at the two.
"What do you guys want?"
"Macarons and Éclair."
"The same as yours, Ms. Song."
Qing spoke, respectively. Meixiu nodded before walking away, causing the tension between the two to rise.
"What's your plan?"
"My plan?"
"Yeah."
Qi's eyebrows furrow at Qing's question. Her mouth quickly circled, tugging into a smile before she giggled a little, confusing the older woman.
"What? To be Meixiu's partner?"
"It's Ms. Song!"
Qing whispered-yelled, not wanting to attract people's attention as well as Meixiu's. Qi smirks before she leans on the chair, smugly crossing her arms.
"Well, Meixiu's been a good friend, and she's the one insisting I should call her that."
Qing's hand balled in anger. Why does this woman need to be called that? For sure, she only knew her for a short moment, yet she, the one who apologized and treated her wife nicely by giving back the dress, didn't get to do that.
Qing felt a little upset with how Meixiu treated them. If it wasn't for her future fortune to get from the Ren family, she wouldn't flatter her this much!
From what she heard from Duyi, Meixiu grew up in a Mafia household, so she still holds the power. Yet if she is compared to Jiang Yanlin, he holds more power.
Because he is the lawyer of a well-known family, he can easily control almost every part of the country by using his voice and writing.
But with the forging of a document that needs to have the signature and name of the Ren Master.
Meixiu's father, on the other hand, held the only power in Jiangqiao. Topping almost all the companies and families that knew their ranking but were hidden for illegal purposes.
Duyi has a lot more freedom than Meixiu in a way; it's not hard for him to be seen in public than Meixiu, who is labeled like the others.
But her label can cause a lot of problems for those who bump into her.
Qi shakes her head. She quickly puts her chin on her palm as she looks closely at the clown-looking woman in front.
"Whatever your plan is, stop it. The woman has a wife."
"I don't care; I can be her concubine."
Qi's eyebrows rose at what she said. The older woman held a smirk on her face, trying to provoke the younger.
"She's happily married."
"So? I can give her the body she wants; I'm more capable than her wife."
"She doesn't want someone who's flirty, angry-chested, and plastic-butty like you."
Before Qing could answer her rebuttal, Meixiu had already gotten to their table with their orders. She puts Qi's order before Qing's, then hers.
"Thank you, Meixiu."
"Thank you, Ms. Song."
Meixiu smiles at their appreciation before sitting beside Qi. Her eyes look at the macarons before picking one and taking a bite.
"It's good, right?"
"Hmm, yeah, it is! I should bring Xiaohui here sometimes."
Upon hearing a specific name, Qi looks at Qing. Her head was thinking that maybe the woman had already given up on how to seduce Meixiu, but she was wrong.
"Surely, Ms. Song, we can go together."
She said, referring to the fact that the three of them can go together for brunch. Meixiu smiles before taking another bite.
Qi grabs hers and starts to eat, while Qing stares at Meixiu for some time before also starting to eat her pastry.
Her mind was thinking of a possible way for Meixiu to also let her call her by her first name as well as a way to seduce the taller woman.
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"How was your hangout with Qi?"
Xiaohui asks, and she combs her hair as she looks in the mirror, staring at her wife, who goes out of the bathroom.
Meixiu smiles at her question.
"It was alright; we even bumped into Qing."
"Qing?"
"Yeah, Jiang Duyi's lover."
Hearing the name causes Xiaohui to tense up. She quickly stops combing her hair before turning around to face her.
"What did you three do?"
"You know, eat brunch and catch up."
Xiaohui nodded. She stands up from the chair before walking towards the bed, setting her body on the soft mattress.
"But you know, when I was ordering, they seemed to be talking about something serious."
"What is it?"
"I don't know, but Qing seems pissed."
Xiaohui thinks for a while before smiling widely. Her mind goes back to when Qi introduced herself and how she assured her.
Well, the younger woman doesn't seem like one who walks around her wife like a prey.