Chapter 5.1 (1/2)

Chapter Four Continued

Liang’s big boss, Liang Fei Fang during a celebration banquet in honour of the newly appointed vice president, kidnapped Gu Yan for a private meeting of lips. But big boss was caught red handed kissing Gu Yan on the balcony.

Rong Yan in pursuit of Ye Mu was forced to film a clip about a handsome man picking nose, and the clip was uploaded to a famous gossip site. Then everyone in their district was entertained by the comedy clip.

Black belly Chen Yu Bai at a prestigious banquet, in front of a crowd of highly influential big wigs, professed his love for his beloved dummy, An Xiao Li.

The cross dressing Ji Nan’s devoted unrequited love for Rong Yan was the worst best-kept secret.

Li Wei Ran was at the disposal of Qin Sang’s deadly tongue and there were too many embarra.s.sing scenes to recount.

The status of Qin Song’s bathroom scandal was quickly circulated and was considered on par with his other five sworn brothers on the high end of the humiliation scale.

Qin Song and Han Ting Ting returned to the festivities and everyone gave them meaningful sly smiles. Qin Song had recovered and looked composed. Whereas the ‘little country bun’ beside him was still blus.h.i.+ng profusely almost at boiling point. On the inside Qin Song was full of regret he only got to sample a taste of Han Ting Ting and was robbed of the main course.

Qin Song felt a bout of discomfort and coughed twice. He turned to Han Ting Ting to whisper his concern. ‘Are you ok?’

Han Ting Ting felt she wasn’t ok. She kept her head down, Qin Song’s jacket was draped on her shoulders but highlighted her slender neck. After a while she built the courage to lift her head, looked at Qin Song and her body temperature boiled.

‘Let’s go home!’ Qin Song said and adjusted his jacket to cover more of Han Ting Ting’s bare skin.

‘Can we really go home?’ Han Ting Ting whispered.

It wasn’t the appropriate time for them to leave but Qin Song saw Han Ting Ting’s delectable embarra.s.sed state and didn’t want to share it with critters. He didn’t care if they were male, female, young, old, married or unattached critters. In that moment he felt Han Ting Ting’s rawness was reserved for his private viewing.

‘Don’t worry, let’s go!’ Qin Song said.

It wasn’t convenient for Qin Song to explain, he simply pulled her closer to him and navigated them pa.s.s the waves of eyes that misunderstood their private moment in the bathroom.

End of Chapter Four

Chapter Five (Part 1)

After Qin Song’s birthday celebration the shared kiss between Qin Song and Han Ting Ting was a taboo topic.

That night Qin Song was hot and bothered that he was wide awake the whole night. The following day at the break of dawn he got up out of bed and went downstairs. He wasn’t surprised to see that ‘little country bun’ woke up before him.

Qin Song idled in the living room whilst waiting for breakfast.

By the time breakfast was laid out on the dining table, Han Ting Ting was in the middle of setting the bowls and utensils when she noticed Qin Song was staring at her strangely.

‘Qin Song, what’s wrong?’ Han Ting Ting asked.

Qin Song’s heart was pounding at an unusual rate but he hid it well. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Why aren’t you wearing your slippers?’ Han Ting Ting asked suspiciously. ‘Aren’t you cold?’

Qin Song looked down at his feet and was startled. He couldn’t believe he’d walked around the whole morning with bare feet.

‘I don’t feel cold at all!’ Qin Song said.

Han Ting Ting looked away from the living room and Qin Song’s toes immediately curled. It was a cold autumn’s day but wasn’t as cold as his heart. He quietly laid down on the sofa and draped a hand on his forehead. He felt utterly wronged. The one who made him tossed and turned all night, unlike him had warm feet. He’d kissed her and she acted like nothing happened, how hateful!

Han Ting Ting skipped to her bedroom and came out again. Qin Song was still resting on the sofa waiting to be called to eat breakfast.

‘Qin Song,’ Han Ting Ting called.

Qin Song rolled over into the sofa, he didn’t want to see ‘little country bun.’

‘Qin Song!’ Han Ting Ting called and knelt in front of the sofa. ‘Hey, this is for you, your birthday gift!’

Qin Song opened his eyes in antic.i.p.ation, finally she was going to give it to him.

‘I wanted to give you it to you last night but you were drunk,’ Han Ting Ting said and pa.s.sed him a box. ‘Happy birthday! I hope every year you’ll be at ease like today.’

Qin Song sat up straight on the soft and wore an indifferent expression to pretend he didn’t care about it. He accepted the box and was giddy on the inside. He opened the box… it was a watch? He felt confused. ‘Why… did you get me this?’

Han Ting Ting felt disappointed, she’d wasted two months’ pay to buy it for him.

‘Han Ting Ting! The pair of gloves you knitted, who did you knit it for?’ Qin Song asked.

‘Gloves? I haven’t been knitting gloves…’ Han Ting Ting said.

Qin Song couldn’t believe her nerves, she dared to deny. His temper flared. She stayed up late many nights in a row knitting, he’d sneaked downstairs at night and seen her.

‘Oh… do you mean the blue wool?’ Han Ting Ting asked after having a light bulb moment. ‘That wasn’t gloves. They were mini clothes I made for Putt Putt.’

Putt Putt… Qin Song suffered a severe trauma. He was less important than a raggy bear.

‘You wanted gloves?’ Han Ting Ting asked.

Qin Song glared at ‘little country bun.’

Han Ting Ting knitted her eyebrows in distress. ‘But I don’t know how to knit… How about I’ll go buy you a pair tomorrow? What colour do you like?’

‘No need!’ Qin Song said.

Qin Song was in a rage that the hair on his head stood up. He stood, took two steps then turned back to retrieve the box and watch on Han Ting Ting’s hand. He gave her another glare before he walked off.

From the morning after Qin Song’s birthday, his name became ‘Not Happy.’ No matter what Han Ting Ting did, he wasn’t happy. His handsome face became a frozen grouch. She tried b.u.t.tering up in different ways but his face stayed in a frozen grouch state.

Ting’s mum recognised something was wrong between Han Ting Ting and Qin Song. When Ting’s mum was frying vegetables, Han Ting Ting was dragged into the kitchen for a grilling.

‘Ting Ting, are you and Song Song fighting?’ Ting’s mum asked.

‘No we’re not,’ Han Ting Ting said innocently and checked if the water in the pot was boiled. ‘Now and then he’s overworked and doesn’t want to talk… nothing’s wrong mum.’

Han Ting Ting speculated that Qin Song must still be upset about seeing Chen Yun’s picture perfect family on his birthday. She didn’t blame him for being angry. The woman that he loved was sleeping in another man’s bed, bearing a child for another man and the child was a cutie pie too…

‘Ting Bao! Water! Water! Stop pouring water!’ Ting’s mum shouted.

‘Not Happy’ heard the commotion, ran to the kitchen door and poked his head into the kitchen. ‘What happened?’

‘Nothing to worry about… Ting Ting, grab me the flour above the cupboard. I can savage the soggy noodles if I add flour to it,’ Ting’s mum said.

Han Ting Ting was preoccupied feeling sorry for Qin Song’s broken heart over his beloved beauty that she poured too much water into the pot and made the noodles turned soggy. She panicked and tiptoed to grab the flour above the cupboard.

Han Ting Ting stretched both her arms to grab the flour. Her s.h.i.+rt rode up and bared her waist that was usually supposed to be soft and white. But Ting’s mum was shocked to see black and blue fingerprints that perfectly matched the shape of Qin Song’s fingers.

Qin Song also saw his fingerprints on Han Ting Ting’s waist, he stepped into the kitchen and pulled her outstretched arms down. ‘Ahem… let me get it.’

Han Ting Ting was surprised when Qin Song’s chest was pressed up against her back that she pushed him away from her.

‘No need. Go back outside and watch tv,’ Han Ting Ting said.

Qin Song’s face tensed. He used one hand to grab the flour and one hand to pull down Han Ting Ting’s s.h.i.+rt and in his heart he sighed in distress.

Suddenly Han Ting Ting’s phone rang and Qin Song grimaced when he saw the caller’s area code number displayed on the screen. She hurriedly ran out to take the call and left behind Qin Song to deal with his mum-in-law’s unspoken concerned face.