Meixiu sighs as she looks up at the tall building of the Zhengs. She couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows, glancing slightly at the lunch bag she had on hand and then shaking her head in the process.
She didn't know why, but she could already feel the wrath from Xiaohui's anger, and she already had an idea why.
But the thing she's questioning is, what did she even do?
As far as she remembers, she's not really sure; she just went to bed as soon as she reached home. Though the dream she had with Xiaohui felt surreal,
"What are you standing there for, trash? You're blocking the entrance."
A voice spoke from behind Meixiu, breaking her trance. She quickly turned around, looking at Qiang, who held a disgusted look and rage in his eyes.
The man looked up and down at Meixiu, scoffing upon seeing no improvement in the woman's fashion style. Still the same run-down shirt and faded jeans that definitely don't belong to the Zheng Company.
It has been months since Meixiu saw Qiang, not hearing anything from the family for a while.
Even if she's delivering or fetching Xiaohui in the company, she doesn't get the chance to rub shoulders with them or even hear their ridicule. And for a while, she's fine and peaceful.
Then it got boring, and she wanted to hear how much the Zheng family hated her because of how poor she is.
"You still haven't changed your wardrobe; Xiaohui's not buying you any clothes?"
"She didn't want to."
Meixiu's ears perked up upon hearing her wife's voice behind her. She looked back, her lips curving into a wide smile before stepping a little towards Xiaohui. The smaller woman's eyebrows raise as she sees the unusual behavior Meixiu's portraying.
"Baby, I got your favorites."
"Why are you still outside? You can just come in and go up to my office."
Xiaohui's eyes went to Qiang, seeing the disgusted expression her cousin kept throwing at them. She couldn't help but feel a little angry, her hand forming into a fist.
"Uh, well, you might be busy, and I might disturb your work; that's why I haven't come up."
Meixiu rubs her nape in embarrassment, looking down at the ground as her cheeks turn red. Her eyes suddenly caught Xiaohui's fist, which caused her to gulp as she thought it was for her.
Maybe Xiaohui's angry because she didn't get to ask for permission. She went out with Suyin and even wore the clothes Suyin bought for her when she was supposed to greet Xiaohui at home.
"Let's go."
Xiaohui didn't say anything. Her glare darted at Qiang before turning away from Meixiu and walking back inside the building.
The taller woman quickly follows her wife, glancing back and seeing the underlying smirk on Qiang's lips. Her eyebrows furrowed, looking forward and seeing Xiaohui entering the elevator.
She manages to catch the elevator, huffing a sigh of breath before standing next to Xiaohui. The elevator ride was silent; Meixiu could already hear her heart beating fast, afraid of what Xiaohui was thinking.
The elevator dings. Meixiu's eyes went to the screen, where it displayed the floor they were on.
3rd floor.
The doors opened, and a swarm of employees entered the elevator. Xiaohui was pushed aside, making her stand at the corner of the cramped elevator.
Meixiu cleared her throat, turning around to look at Xiaohui face-to-face. The door of the elevator closes, and the ride continues. The taller woman can't help but look down, staring at the goddess that's trapped between her arms.
She couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the sight of Xiaohui's beautiful face. Her lips curved into a smile, which didn't go unnoticed by the smaller woman. Xiaohui's eyebrows furrowed, her crossed arms uncrossing as she leaned on the wall behind her.
"What are you staring at?"
Yet, Meixiu didn't seem to hear what her wife asked. The taller woman's gaze travels over Xiaohui's face, getting more and more mesmerized at how perfect the woman's complexities are.
And yes, her eyes did dip a bit, causing Xiaohui to pinch her on the side.
Meixiu winces silently, looking back up at Xiaohui's eyes. The smaller woman retrieved her hand, scoffing as she saw how pitiful Meixiu looked on top of her.
"Why are you such a pervert?"
"Ouch, I'm not, baby."
"You are."
The elevator door opened, causing the employees to walk out. The door closes again, leaving the couple inside the elevator alone again.
Xiaohui's eyebrow raises, seeing as Meixiu didn't move a muscle and continued to trap her between her arms. She looks up, meeting the taller woman's eyes, which are pleading.
"What?"
"Can I kiss you?"
Xiaohui's eyes blinked, her cheeks turning red, but she didn't mind looking away from the taller woman. Meixiu's gaze landed on the smaller woman's plump pink lips, sucking her breath secretly before glancing at Xiaohui's eyes.
"What?"
Meixiu didn't answer Xiaohui's question with words; instead, she leaned down and pressed her lips on the woman's. Her eyes closed, her hand slowly wrapping around Xiaohui's small waist.
While Xiaohui stands there confused, unsure of what to do, her eyes widen in surprise. Xiaohui blinks, feeling Meixiu pulling away from her lips after a few seconds.
"Sorry."
The elevator door opened. Meixiu quickly held Xiaohui's hands and pulled the smaller woman out, bumping into Mingxia, who stood still in front of the elevator.
"What the hell? It's work hours, Xiaohui!"
Mingxia glares at Meixiu, looking back at the smaller woman who stands behind the taller woman in front of her. Meixiu's eyebrows furrowed, looking at the cheap watch she's wearing.
"It's lunchtime."
"I don't care! She should work."
Mingxia scoffed at them, bumping Meixiu's shoulder hard as her eyes rolled at the couple. The taller woman looked back, seeing Mingxia flare with temper as the elevator door closed.
She couldn't help but feel a little confused, looking back at her wife, who continued to stand behind her, spacing out. Her hand touched Xiaohui's forehead, causing the woman to snap out.
"Are you okay? Why are you spacing out?"
"It's nothing."
Xiaohui pushes Meixiu's hand away, striding in the right direction to go to her office. Meixiu quickly follows her.
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An intruding sound interrupted the quiet atmosphere of the apartment. The man, sitting on the couch that faces the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, looked back, seeing the older woman he was expecting.
His eyes glanced at the phone he was holding, the cursor continuously blinking as he looked at the person he was about to message.
He was hesitant, the echoing footsteps coming closer to him as his eyes stared blankly at the message he wrote.
"Did you send it?"
"Shouldn't we stop this?"
The man looks up, looking eye-to-eye at the older woman. His head looked down upon receiving a glare from the woman.
The older woman scoffs, looking out the window with a glare as her arms cross on her chest. The quiet atmosphere went back with a heavy aura.
"He's already dead. Are you sure that we'll get the money?"
"Yes, there's a witness."
The man looked for a while at the woman, his head shaking before he stood up from the couch and went to the small bar he had in his apartment.
Pouring a glass of whiskey, the older woman said something he didn't expect.
"If we need to harm her, so be it."