"You're making me look desperate, Mother."
"And I hate it."
Huiqing said as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She quickly grabbed her phone, which she threw on the wall, and typed a message to her mother.
The older woman, having her butt touch the soft cushion of her sofa, heard her phone ding as a message went through. She quickly opened Huiqing's message bubble on her phone.
"It looks like she's threatening me."
She spoke, and her eyes went towards the man who downed the glass of whiskey he had. He quickly stands up from the couch, walking towards the door of the woman's study.
"Jingfei, when everything's done, that girl is mine, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. As long as I get my son's inheritance."
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A ding from the microwave oven is heard around Roulan's loft apartment. Yanmei, sitting on the left side of the couch near the kitchen, quickly stands up to check on the cookies she baked.
Well, Roulan felt as though she needed to put a great distance between her and Yanmei with what happened earlier. Which resulted in Roulan watching the television in the loft area.
Good thing she positioned the television facing the open area of the loft. Yanmei opened the microwave door, and the aroma of the cookies filled the whole apartment.
This made Roulan's stomach growl in hunger. The taller woman couldn't help but curse at the sound it made, and she quickly walked down the loft area.
"You shouldn't get embarrassed every time I kiss you."
Yanmei knew Roulan was walking down the loft area as she was putting the cookies on a plate. The taller woman's eyes widened; she made sure she didn't make any sounds when she walked down the loft area.
Roulan couldn't help but stop in her tracks. Her eyes look towards the smaller woman, who's humming quietly as she puts the other cookies in a jar.
"How did you know?"
Yanmei prepares another batch of cookies to bake. She quickly put the tray that has raw cookies inside the microwave before turning it up to its temperature and looking behind her with a plate of cookies.
"Duh, of course. It's Zhao Yanmei you're talking about."
She said before that she went towards the living room to put the plate of cookies on the coffee table. She sat down on the couch before looking towards Roulan, who stood still.
"What are you still standing for? Come here and eat my cookies."
Yanmei couldn't help but smirk as she said that. She felt as though she was giving Roulan one word but with two different meanings.
Yet the taller woman didn't even mind what she said as she quickly went towards the table and grabbed a cookie.
Or she's just an innocent baby named Roulan of Yanmei.
"Woah, Mrs. Zhao baked good cookies."
Yanmei glares at what Roulan said as she grabs herself a cookie and takes a bite. She huffed a breath, getting upset as the taller woman complimented her late mother more than her.
Because she knows she should get the credit, as she's the one who cooked it.
"How dare you not compliment my cooking?"
"What? Isn't this your mother's recipe?"
Roulan asks innocently, her eyes looking towards the older woman as if waiting for her to agree. Yanmei shuffled yet again before she nodded and looked away from the younger.
"You do have a point."
Roulan smiled widely before taking another cookie off the plate. She's about to speak when a knock is heard from her door.
"That might be what I ordered."
Yanmei said she quickly put down the half-eaten cookie on the plate before dusting her hands and standing up from the couch. Roulan enjoyed the television show, continuously grabbing another piece of cookie.
Yanmei went back with bags of food, causing Roulan to widen her eyes and quickly go to help the older woman.
"How many foods did you order?"
"Just a few."
Roulan's eyes look towards Yanmei as if questioning the older woman. Yanmei smiled before she went towards the coffee table and set down the food she ordered.
"Come on, this is my treat."
Yanmei said, opening the first microwavable lunchbox and being greeted by the smell of sweet and sour pork.
Roulan sat down beside her and opened the other lunchboxes she had on the table.
It was filled with Chinese foods; there was dim sum, chow mein, char sui, fried rice, sweet and sour pork, as well as wonton soup.
Roulan's eyebrows furrowed upon seeing a lot of food. Yanmei quickly stands up and grabs two chopsticks and a plate for both of them.
The older woman sat down on the couch. She put down the chopsticks and grabbed hers to pick up some sweet and sour pork. She put the dish in front of Roulan and waited for the woman to open her mouth.
The taller woman, not getting her idea, furrowed her eyebrows as she looked between the glistening pork and Yanmei's eyes.
"What?"
"Open your mouth."
Yanmei shoved the food down Roulan's mouth, causing the taller woman to choke. The older woman chuckled at her reaction before pushing the water towards her.
"You shouldn't keep teasing me."
She said, grabbing herself a piece and putting it inside her mouth. She chews the pork grabs a piece of char sui and puts it on top of the fried rice.
As Roulan calms down, she also devours the food on the table. Her eyes kept glancing towards the older woman as she saw Yanmei grabbing dim sum on the tupperware.
"Here."
Yanmei said, not even looking towards the woman as she held her chopsticks up for Roulan to eat the dim sum. The younger woman happily opened her mouth and ate the dim sum piece.
"This is delicious. What is this place called?"
Roulan quickly grabbed her phone, ready to look up the place that Yanmei mentioned. Upon searching, her eyes widen, seeing how expensive each dish is.
'If this dim sum costs 1000 yuan and there's ten in the tupperware, each dim sum costs 100 yuan to make?! '
Roulan couldn't help but choke on nothing, which surprised the woman beside her. Yanmei quickly grabbed her cup of water and patted Roulan's back.
"What the hell's wrong with you!?"
She panicked, her hands shaking, as she helped Roulan drink the water. Yet it only became worse as she slipped some water on Roulan's shirt.
Yanmei cursed under her breath as she quickly stranded the taller woman's lap, grabbing the end of her shirt and removing it from her body. She uses Roulan's shirt to dry the taller woman's body.
"Shit, even your sweatpants are wet."
Roulan widens her eyes as soon as Yanmei tugs on the waistband of her sweatpants. She quickly swallows the invisible food she has in her mouth and shakes her head.
"Yanmei, it's alright."
"No, you'll get sick."
Yanmei glared at Roulan, causing the taller woman to nod and lift her hips up her couch, which resulted in her sweatpants getting thrown into her apartment.
Yanmei quickly went up the loft area of Roulan's apartment, which was also the same time Roulan heard the door click. The taller woman panicked and tried to find her clothes but failed, as Yanmei had already put them in the laundry basket.
She didn't have any choice but to hide her body using the pillows on the couch. Lanfen and Yu were greeted with foods on the coffee table, causing the two's mouths to water.
"What are you guys-"
"Baby, change into this one so you don't get... cold...?"