7 Resistance is Futile (1/2)
”No, no, of course not. You are as equally as wonderful as mother,” Xu Jing threw his hands up in surrender before adding, ”It is just that I wish you can sometimes see things from mother's perspective…”
”Xu Jing, you know what,” Joann cut him off. She placed the unfinished bun and her book on the bedside table and turned away from her husband as she laid down in bed, ”I am getting tired. If you do not mind, I feel like sleeping already. I have work tomorrow morning albeit one that is apparently not as important as mother's.”
Xu Jing looked at his wife's frame that was hidden under the cover and he sighed weakly to himself. There was nothing else he could do but say, ”Good night then.”
He stood up from the bedside and went to close the light before wandering out of the bedroom.
Until he left, Xu Jing could not figure out what really went wrong, which was totally understandable. He knew his wife was similar to his mother in the sense that they were both quick to anger but how was he to know which pressure point he had unwittingly stepped on this time.
To be perfectly honest though, that was not that hard of a problem to solve. In this quarrel, as with many other quarrels of similar nature, the problem lied in which side he picked. The moment Xu Jing leaned towards his mother was the moment he had accidentally lit up his wife's fuse.
Regardless, Xu Jing did not spend much time dwelling on this matter because he had long since surrendered himself to the fate of being the hapless victim between the two most important and headstrong women in his life.
He was the willing victim of the two women's focus fire, better he suffered than having them at each other's throat.
His role for the night had been accomplished so he was not going to waste his brain cell on figuring out how and why, because that was the kind of happy-go-lucky man Xu Jing was.
…
The room was dark and quiet.
Xiu Ling was falling asleep when she felt something solid poke at her lower back. Frustrated, she used her hand to reach over her back to swat at it.
When the thing bounced back and hit her palm, her eyes flew open with fear and anxiety creeping up her heart.
She turned her head around and saw Lin Kang flashing a wolfish grin at her. The man was in his birthday suit and he was looking at her like she was some kind of meat.
Xiu Ling quickly pulled her hand back to grab the cover and pulled it tighter around her body.
”I like that tease, why did you stop?” Lin Kang asked in a growling voice.
The question triggered something inside Xiu Ling's head and she turned to look at Lin Kang with pleading, watery eyes, playing the role of the unsuspecting victim to a tee.