I looked at the dog blood drama before me, wishing I had some nuts or melon seeds in my bag. Such drama directly before me was too exciting.
"Brother Duan, don't be angry; her client likely brought it. She's just trying to survive," the soft voice said in the otherwise quiet area.
My head suddenly exploded, did this woman just called me an escort?
She didn't right?
"Oh, so that mixed-race woman is just an escort," someone whispered.
"It's disgusting," another voice exclaimed in disdain. Two women in conservative dress, adorned with a high-quality jade bracelet, glanced at the speaker, then stepped back, whispering to each other. They were at the back and couldn't see the woman in question clearly. "Sister Fan, that woman looks familiar," one said, tilting her head. "Oh, I noticed her too," the other replied with a smile. Her eyes widened as she grabbed her friend's hand and spoke quickly, "If it's true, then maybe…" her voice trailed off as her friend covered her mouth. "Yes, let's avoid getting involved in this mess."
"Wait, did you see him?" one asked, her fear evident. The other scanned the area, less panicked. "He should be around here. Let's try to present ourselves well," she whispered.
The two women moved forward but were a bit slow. "My wife mentioned the payment. Do you think two losers like you can compare to her furthermore the Duan family?!" A man's voice drew my attention, immediately I recognized him.
My husband was here? Heh? is he stalking me now? sigh, forget it, I no longer have to work hard.
"Storyia, I'm truly sorry that I—" Vin Baisti stammered, appearing just moments later as if he had rushed over. My dog husband, visibly agitated, turned to face him, brows furrowed deeply as he began to speak with a tone filled with anger and frustration. "Mr. Vin, I entrusted my wife to your care. Is this how you choose to look after her?"
The relationship between the two men had never been a cordial one. From their days in university right up to the present moment, there had always been an underlying tension simmering just beneath the surface. Though they had exchanged pleasantries on occasion, they had never quite found a way to move past their differences and establish a friendly rapport, opting instead to avoid direct confrontation.
"Mr. Au, I went to settle the bill, but a small misunderstanding delayed my return," Vin defended himself, attempting to maintain his composure in the face of my husband's wrath.
Vin Baisti knew that saying more would only worsen the situation, so he decided to turn on the man who was responsible for his present predicament but would Au Arrogan allow this?
"Young Master Duan, do you truly believe that this is your family's property, allowing you to treat it so carelessly and without respect?" Au Arrogan sneered at the younger and smaller male, his form making him seem both thin and weak. Of course, Young master Duan was not outdone. "Master Vin, master Au, my friend was mistreated by her." He had been arrogant all his life, and for the past three years he had defended Qi Miao. Au Arrogant saw this but was not phazed a bit , he is a young master with the experience of two lives, a puny weak male like this young master Duan is unworthy.
Listening on the side, I was flabbergasted by this man's words. What the hell?! regardless of my inner turmoil I still kept my face impassive refusing to act like what is going on had anything to do with me.
"Explain to me why the very spot where my wife was sitting is wet, not to mention the state of her hat," he pressed , demanding accountability. I gad stars in my eyes for a moment fan girling my husband who had the domineering image of a CEO. Bowing my head to hide it I continued to listen to the side.
"It's not my fault she happened to be in the—" his response was cut short by a loud and sudden slap that echoed through the air, silencing him.
I instinctively stepped back and took a seat at a nearby table, pretending to be an innocent bystander who was merely observing the chaos unfold. After a brief moment, feeling too close to the escalating situation, I looked around in search of a more comfortable distance and moved further away, subtly signalling to the server. "Yes, miss?" he asked, rushing over, clearly eager to assist. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes—was it really necessary? I'm twenty-seven! Even if it is considered polite, it can be quite tiresome. "I'd like a pot of aged white peony tea and two slices of silver cloud gold cake, please."
"Of course, I'll be back shortly," he replied with a courteous nod. I smiled back and glanced over at the two men, who were still locked in their verbal sparring match. The cake was prepared every three hours, known for its exquisite taste and the fact that each slice was circular, adorned with fluffy white icing and sprinkled with delicate gold flakes. It had long been my favorite treat, a small indulgence I always looked forward to.
As I settled in and waited patiently for my order, I turned my attention to my short, manicured nails, which had slightly pointed tips that seemed to catch the light just right. I took out a nail file from my pocket and began to smooth out any imperfect edges that I noticed, focusing on tidying them up. Just as I finished my little grooming session, the server returned with a beautifully arranged tray. He gently set down the pot of tea and two cups on the table, their cracked design and dark gold color perfectly complementing the slice of cake and the delicate plate that held the dessert spoon.
As I poured the tea, an intoxicating aroma of sweet honey filled the air around me, making my mouth water. The moment felt almost magical, and I could feel a rush of excitement coursing through me as I looked forward to savouring the delightful treat I had ordered.
My husband, bless him, knew I love collecting tea sets and already I have two worth more than a million pounds and a few costing between fifty and twenty thousand.
For everyday use, there is the Ink Zen set with twenty pieces, the Blood Drop set with five pieces, and the Couple Set with two pieces in a beautiful dark color.
Pouring the tea into the delicate cup, I lifted it to my lips, inhaling the sweet aroma of honey and tea before savouring the first sip with eager anticipation.
What a refreshing moment after such an experience! The slap I heard was from my husband expressing his frustration.I wasn't upset; it was his job to express my anger. As for Vin slapping the other cheek, he is my manager.
As I sipped my tea and indulged in cake, a woman suddenly appeared before me.