Lanfen and Huiqing found themselves seeing a crying Roulan cling to Yanmei.
Huiqing was about to walk towards the taller woman, ready to snatch her away from the older woman when Yu and Lanfen stopped her.
"Not now, Huiqing; she seems to feel comfortable around Yanmei."
"Yeah, Roulan hugged her first, even if she saw me."
Yu countered, to which Huiqing responded with a tight smile and a nod. Her eyes glance back towards the two, seeing as though Roulan seems to calm down a bit at what Yanmei is saying.
Her first balled in anger but didn't confront the two. Yu and Lanfen look at each other before they shrug their shoulders.
Roulan surely needs to explain something.
Yanmei continues to whisper sweet nothings into Roulan's ears. Yanmei even goes to the extent of threatening the unidentified individual Roulan has been discussing.
"Hey, look, it's fine. My father can handle that."
"Y - You don't understand, s - she's powerful!"
Roulan said, her eyes tearing up more as she spoke.
"I understand. Look, Father took care of Peizhi for me, right?"
It's true; Shihong took care of Peizhi. He became almost his son, and seeing how he disrespected Yanmei, he tormented him by physically beating him up.
He couldn't bring himself to let him suffer to a plump, considering the air between him and Peizhi's father seemed stagnant.
And this is because of what he revealed. Yanmei is married to someone—not a man but a woman.
Shihong also explained to Yanmei that Peizhi was drugged and intoxicated when he went to the Zhao Villa.
Still, this excuse does not lessen Yanmei's anger towards the man.
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
Yanmei spoke sweetly. Her hands tighten their hold on Roulan before she looks behind her, only to see the empty hallway behind her.
They left them.
She nodded, as she already knew Yu and Lanfen wanted Roulan to rest up. Yanmei broke the hug to look at the taller woman.
Roulan sniffs the snot that's trying to escape her nose, which causes Yanmei to giggle at her cute expression.
"Stop laughing."
There she is, the Roulan she knew. Yanmei couldn't help but laugh and grab her handkerchief to wipe the tears from Roulan's eyes.
"You look cute; that's why I laughed."
"No, I look disgusting."
Roulan said, sniffing the coming snot in her nose yet again as she gently grabbed the handkerchief from Yanmei's hold.
She quickly used it to wipe the snot before putting it inside her pocket and grabbing the smaller woman's hand.
"I'll wash your handkerchief."
"Better be, and tell me what happened for you to react like that."
Roulan's feet stop midway when she's about to start walking. Her head pans towards Yanmei before she smiles cheekily at her.
Yanmei already knew what she meant by that, and she could only sigh in agreement. Her arms wrap around Roulan's left arm.
"Alright, tell me about it if you're comfortable."
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Yanmei and Roulan reach the taller woman's apartment. Yanmei quickly assists Roulan towards the couch, to which Roulan replies with a confused look.
"It's not like I'm injured."
Yanmei stands straight on the floor, her arms crossed on her chest, as she looks at Roulan up and down.
The taller woman blushed in embarrassment, remembering how she still had bandages around her body.
She nodded and waved at the older woman, causing Yanmei to waddle up to where the bedroom was situated.
She grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt for Roulan to change into. Yanmei saw how wet the taller woman's shirt was when they were hugging each other.
"Change into this."
Yanmei said, throwing the clothes towards Roulan before she went towards the kitchen. The owner of the apartment couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Did Yanmei eat something today that made her look like she could take care of someone?
Nonetheless, Roulan changes into Yanmei's chosen outfit. She ignored the dirty clothes and put Yanmei's handkerchief on top to remind herself she needed to wash it before walking towards the kitchen.
Her eyes lay in surprise upon seeing Yanmei compile a bunch of ingredients on the countertop and tie her hair.
"Are you sure you can cook?"
"What? My mother taught me how."
"Wow, salute to your mother. You can become a proper housewife."
Roulan clapped loudly; her mouth opened slightly as she looked at Yanmei, surprised. The older woman, not having any of Roulan's antics, glares at her.
She quickly grabbed the bowl and put it in the middle, looking at the ingredients. She sighs upon not seeing the flour on the countertop.
"Can you melt the butter? I'll grab the flour."
Yanmei said, walking towards the small drawer she set beside the stairs. Roulan quickly opened the gas stove and put a pot on it to melt the butter. Her hand grabbed the spatula without looking as Yanmei went back with a bag of flour.
"I never remember having these ingredients."
"I ask one of the henchmen to gather it up for me."
Yanmei planned to bake for Roulan in advance. She wanted to treat the woman for standing up, even if she had injuries to Peizhi.
And staying up with her and her antics.
Yanmei opened the flour, but it suddenly exploded, causing it to get on the floor and Yanmei.
Roulan laughs loudly seeing how Yanmei looks, which causes the older woman to get pissed and is about to hit her when she slips on the flour.
Roulan widens her eyes and quickly catches the falling Yanmei, causing the two of them to lie down on the floor. Yanmei is on top of Roulan.
"Are you okay?"
Roulan asks, worry visible on her face as she stands up a little to observe Yanmei. The older woman nodded before checking on the younger, her eyes scanning Roulan's body.
"Thank God, you're fine."
Yanmei sighed in relief. She quickly stands up from the floor and grabs the remaining flour on the countertop, putting it in the trash. Good thing there's still some more on the plastic.
Roulan stood up from the floor and dusted her clothes. She looks towards Yanmei and helps the woman clean up in her kitchen.
"You should be careful sometimes."
"I know."
Roulan unconsciously brings her hands up towards Yanmei's head and pats her hair. Her action resulted in the older woman patting her clothes as well.
Yanmei has finished her task already, yet Roulan still hasn't removed all the flour from Yanmei's hair. The older woman couldn't help but lean in to steal a quick kiss on the younger woman's lips, resulting in Roulan stopping in her tracks.
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"She's also under Zhao's care."
"I know."
The man looks towards the woman and glares. His hands brought the glass of whiskey that he was drinking to his lips.
The woman smirked at him before her phone rang, causing her to groan in annoyance. Her phone lit up with her daughter's number, which the man smiled at.
"You disgusting piece of shit."
The woman answered the phone and stood up from her chair. She looks behind the man, who sits comfortably on her couch, sipping the whiskey from his glass.
"Can you tell me the relationship between Yanmei and Roulan?"
The woman smirked at her daughter's question. Huiqing, the woman's daughter, waited on the other line for her answer, yet she only heard a beep after a minute.
Huiqing couldn't help but throw her phone on the wall, slapping the sink inside the school's bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her frowning face, before smirking to herself.