(13) is pretending to be cool

  What a weird day this is.

  From this morning when I met Xue Fei, to this afternoon when I received Fang Weihang's phone call from his mother, it can be confirmed that today's freakishness is worth remembering for a long time.

  The old man invited me to an expensive cafe, the kind of place where a cup of mocha costs 270 yuan, wearing a long grey fur coat, looking very elegant and waiting for me.

  I arrived and politely asked: "Hello, Auntie."

  She didn't respond, telling me to sit. I obediently sat down and listened as she asked: "I invited you out, shouldn't you guess why?"

  I really didn't know this, so I politely said: "Auntie, please speak clearly."

  "I'll get straight to the point then." She picked up her coffee and took a sip: "Our Wei Hang, he's not suitable for you. It's not your problem, you're a good girl. He's just not good enough for you, he's too..."

  If this were in the past, I might have been disheartened and who knows what would have happened. But now, I think this development has gone off script.

  Doesn't she know that I've already broken up with her son? Doesn't she know that her son eloped with my best friend? Looking at her arrogant and condescending expression, with an air of superiority as a noblewoman, it's really quite laughable.

  I'd say: Auntie, are you here to make fun of me too? Your son is only 185cm and not even worthy of me. If Mr. Su, who's also 187cm, hears this, how can he live with himself? Can't you just directly say I'm too short at 163cm instead? Do you have to go through so much trouble to advise us to break up?

  With this view and intention, who else can be entrusted with it?

  Perhaps because I had never expressed my opinion, she straightened up her posture, swept away her previous good attitude, and coldly asked: "How much money do you need to leave our Weihang?"

  I blinked my eyes, looking at her in disbelief. Her attitude was so serious that I couldn't bear to refuse her. I couldn't help it, and from my pocket, I pulled out the car key and pointed to the red sports car outside the floor-to-ceiling window: "Mrs. Fang, do you see that car?"

  I pressed the lock twice, and the car's headlights flashed in response. I smiled and said, "I know Auntie's family has a lot of money, but I'm not greedy. If we can sell it at half its value, that would be fine."

  I don't know how much this Maserati is worth either, and I'm not intentionally showing off my wealth. When she asked me out, I was practicing driving in the yard, and since I was alone at home with no one to send me, I had to rely on myself. Can't let me get a driver's license and still take the bus, right?

  Mr. Su is willing to let me practice on him anyway, what's there for me to be stingy about?

  Mrs. Fang looked at the car for a while and then turned to ask me: "What do your parents do?"

  This was a topic that had never been mentioned during my interactions with his son.

  "They were all qualified Chinese citizens."

  I replied with a straight face and tone, raising my hand slightly towards the waitress, and then she said: "To be honest with you, Wei Hang's dad has always felt that your family situation is too different, you young people may only care about falling in love, but for our kind of family, matching doors and households is also not to be neglected..."

  "The door is opposite the house." I couldn't help but chuckle and interrupt her, saying to the apologetic waiter, "May I have some paper and a pen?"

  The waiter flashed a professional smile at Mrs. Fang, pulled out paper and pen from his uniform pocket and handed them to me, saying "take your time", then quickly withdrew from the scene.

  "Our child's father is a very conservative person, I basically have no right to speak at home...I've always thought you're a good girl, so many years of feelings with our Weihang are there, now it's too little to talk about love for one or two years, I think it's a pity to separate you..."

  I quickly wrote down the bank card number and holder, ignoring her unfinished words, smiled and handed it over: "Thank you first for Aunt Fang's generosity, I have something to do, sorry."

  I stood up and bowed to her at a 15-degree angle, then turned around politely with a somewhat excited mood.

  Extremely grateful to Mr. Su for lending me the car to practice driving, thank heaven for giving me this opportunity to pretend to be a pro, and finally thanks to Fang Weihang, letting me meet such weirdos and bloody freaks.

  But seriously, facing his mother's opposition and advice to break up for so many years, he didn't report the good news of our breakup in a timely manner, which is quite puzzling. Even if he was afraid of explaining or causing trouble, shouldn't he have been brave enough on this matter that is full of "good things"?

  But all of this doesn't matter to me anymore, none of it matters anymore.

  It feels like a major life event has been resolved, and my mood suddenly changed from overcast to sunny. When I returned to No. 17, Mr. Su had just arrived, we were heading in the same direction from two different places, and finally, ladies first, I parked the car in the garage and came out to pick him up.

  He stood at the door waiting for me, grabbed my head and gave a hard kiss on my forehead: "Played for an afternoon, how was it?"

  I nodded vigorously: "It feels great!"

  Only an idiot would report the details of meeting his ex-boyfriend's mother.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his embrace, resting his chin on my hair as he said, "This car is a belated gift for your coming of age, I ordered it almost a year ago but never had the chance to give it to you, I'm really glad you like it."

  His words pierced me deeply, and I felt a sourness in my nose again. Honestly, I said: "Sorry Su Hang...I threw away all the birthday gifts you gave me..."

  His displeased voice rang out: "You're still not convinced I'm a little white wolf? Hmm?"

  Not as angry as I had imagined, I hastily hugged him and patted his back to comfort him: "So from now on, just send me the expensive ones, that way you'll think twice before throwing them away!"

  "He hummed softly: 'It's impossible to get rid of it, and I'm afraid someone will go sell it at a discount.'"

  What? It really didn't work out...

  This stunned expression revealed his true thoughts, and Mr. Su directly left two rows of teeth marks on his face.

  Since that day when we opened up to each other, we returned to the closeness of our childhood days. Mr. Su would rather endure torture than let go of me, and insisted on holding me while I was half-naked and asleep.

  Similar to kissing, hugging, touching and other intimate behaviors, they all made him struggle to hold back, but he always managed to stop himself at the last minute. Most of the time, he would resolve it by himself. One day, feeling particularly heartbroken, he suddenly softened and became reckless, taking matters into his own hands. The next morning, his wrist was still sore...

  The days after the reunion passed quickly, and before you knew it, the Spring Festival had entered its countdown, with even the entrance of Haohu Garden opening an electronic version that counted down to the exact second.

  I was packing my luggage in the room, Su Hao came back at some point, and hugged me from behind, with his chin on my shoulder, saying in a deep voice: "So anxious to go back?"

  "My luggage must be collected early, or else when the year is over, I'll find that it's still missing, and things will be in a mess!" I couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed his hand which was quickly moving from his waist to my chest: "You're flirting with me again!"

  "Hmm..." He responded in a low voice, his lips slid to her shoulder blade, and gently kissed.

  "Su Hao... I promise I'll miss you..."

  He didn't intend to stop, single-handedly pinning down both of my hands, and pulling the zipper of my home clothes all the way down.

  Even with the warm air from the central air conditioner, I still shivered... His hand rubbed my navel, as if it could absorb all the heat from my body, scorching hot.

  His heavy breathing stuck in my ear, hot air drilled into my brain from my ear, trying to control my central nervous system.

  "Su Hao?"

  "Uh-huh."

  I called out to him, and he responded clearly, but his hands had already undone the knot at my waist, pushed down a few times, and the soft pants slid down to my ankles. His large hand stopped in the triangular area, gently stroking through the thin fabric...

  My body went soft and I had to hold onto the foot of the bed, while my other hand was still fighting with him for control over my breasts, he maliciously used his hard thing to rub against my butt crack...

  This is really torturing people to death, this damned idiot with a brain full of nonsense!

  I couldn't resist him, he's like this every day, isn't he afraid of tormenting himself to death?

  I feel like I've been getting more and more irritable lately.

  I gritted my teeth and squeezed out his name: "Su Hao!"