17 The Childish Yao Ling (1/2)
That night, when Yao Ying back from work, she found Yao Ling pouting inside their bedroom. He double looked at her, because she rarely saw his wife pouting. He was entranced by what he saw. His little wife looked… so cute.
He didn't find anything different with her when they ate dinner with the big family, besides nothing really happened back then. Was there something happening when Yao Ling stayed at home instead of working like usual?
Yao Ying cleared his throat, trying to gain his wife's attention. Nothing. No reaction. She was still sitting on the bed and pouting. He felt at lost. What should he do? Coax his wife? But how? He had never done that before.
He sighed and went to sit beside Yao Ling. He poked her once… twice… but still no reaction. ”Are you okay?”
When he was going to ask again, Yao Ling suddenly turned around. He was surprised with the sudden turn, but when he looked at her face… he could only gape at her. What was she doing? Why did she look so scary? Yao Ying was bewildered.
Yao Ling looked at Yao Ying's bewildered face and she felt insulted. Yes, insulted. This was the way the matriarch and Madam Wang's reaction at noon. ”Why are you looking at me like that? Am I that scary?” She asked angrily.
Ugh… Yao Ying didn't know how to answer her. Was she trying to smile? But really… it looked so stiff and scary. She never smiled like that before. He knew whatever his answer was, it wouldn't make her happy at all.
He decided to be honest. ”Erm… a little bit?” He answered meekly.
”What do you think I'm trying to do?”
”Er… smiling?”
”Yes! That was me… trying to smile! What kind of smile do you think that I'm trying to portray?”
Yao Ying felt like crying. Why did she bombard him with such a weird question? How was he supposed to know what kind of smile was that? If he answered that it was scary… would she kick him out of this bedroom and let him sleep outside? He started to sweat, not knowing how to answer her.
Then he chose flattery, ”Pretty smile?”
”What are you talking about?” Yao Ling squinted her eyes, looking at him with murderous eyes. 'There you go…' Yao Ying thought to himself. 'Here comes the nagging.'
”I was trying to be magnanimous! The sweet kind like a white lotus!” She tried to describe her smile but failing miserably.
Yao Ying couldn't help but think. 'Which part of it a white lotus? Or magnanimous?' Of course, he didn't dare to say that out loud. But really… usually, she had an unrestrained cute laughter, but how come suddenly she wanted to go with the white lotus smile? He was speechless.