Loving With My Mind

The Wen couple was amazed by the cake. However, it would not be inaccurate that Mrs. Wen was thoroughly exaggerating her reaction.

Han Yixin managed to maintain her professional smile, but the devil inside her wanted to break the bride's neck.

Mrs. Wen was also provoking her by deliberately bumping to Zhao Mingzhe as she 'appreciated' the cake.

To Han Yixin, interacting with them was more tiring than making the cake. She managed to put up with it somehow.

Zhao Mingzhe drove them back to the main building of LH International Hotel and Resort.

Han Yixin was too tired and fell asleep midway. It was indeed the right decision to take the wheel from her.

He carried her back into the hotel, to the astonishment and some envy of other hotel personnel. Some guests started murmuring, but would not care less. This is Country F, after all. They had seen more displays.

Brad Noveau happened to run into them before they reach their room.

"Uhm...Manager..." he muttered over the scene.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned. "Are you idle enough to meddle with our affairs? It seems like you still want my wife to work for you even though she is still clearly on vacation. How are you gonna compensate if she gets sick?" his voice was threatening enough.

"Oh...no, no, Mr. Zhao...I...I was just surprised to run into you guys. I will not bother Manager Han any longer. Uh, have...have a good night, Sir." he bowed and went his way before he gets himself into real trouble.

It was indeed already nighttime when they went back. There was a traffic jam along the way.

As Zhao Mingzhe laid his wife on the bed, he was contemplating on whether he will wake her up to have dinner or let her sleep.

He browsed through the room service menu.

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Han Yixin dreamt about City B. It was like a memory when she still lived with her parents. However, in her dream, they looked much older than their current age. Then she felt a hand tugged onto her left hand. She looked down to see a child with fair and smooth skin. She cannot see the face clearly, but somehow, she knew that the child was smiling.

She woke up when she heard the door open.

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Zhao Mingzhe just sent the staff away with a hefty tip as usual when he noticed his wife trying to sit up from lying on the bed.

He frowned. "Did I wake you up? Sleep more if you want." He moved to sit on the bed and gave her a peck on the forehead.

Han Yixin gently shook her head. She looked past him and at the dining table filled with food she can smell.

He chuckled. "Hungry?"

She nodded.

Suddenly, he lifted her up from the bed. She did not have a choice but to hold onto him.

They had Thai food for dinner and the meal conversation was non-existent, making things a bit awkward.

They had consummated their marriage, but their relationship do not have a good foundation after all. They also had few common interests. It was expected that idle and awkward moments like this would happen often.

Zhao Mingzhe, on one hand, was projecting his previous relationship into his current one, trying to make it work. Every gesture was, if one thinks about it, is quite cliché.

Fortunately, Han Yixin lacked previous relationsh.i.p.s so these things are still new to her.

On the other hand, she, after marrying him, felt shackled, at the same time, feeling possessive of someone she could call hers for the first time.

Is there love between them? Not yet, just mixed emotions of two a.d.u.l.ts with incompatible personalities.

"You done?" Zhao Mingzhe wiped his mouth with the table napkin.

"Hmmn." Han Yixin replied while gulping on water. She wiped her mouth clean as well.

He was already calling for the staff to take out the dishes.

When he hung up, he turned to her. "Let's go for a walk."

She looked up at him and followed behind as he went to open the door.

When they were inside the lift, Zhao Mingzhe deliberately held her hand in his, but making the gesture look natural when the doors open.

Han Yixin deliberated in her mind if she was going to protest. She decided against it as some time had passed since they were in the elevator. She would seem petty if she rejects the touch right now.

He had a subtle smile as he was successful in this hand-holding thing. Since they had to do it retrospectively, this would be the first step gesture if he wanted to date his wife.

"Hey...where are we going?" Han Yixin may not have rejected his hand, but she did not appreciate being dragged out of nowhere.

"You tell me." Zhao Mingzhe flashed her a gentle smile.

"What?!"

He cleared his throat. "Well...tell me where your favorite place in this hotel and resort is."

"Oh...uhm, well, at the back of the pavilion, near the pool area, there is a small gazebo..."

"Take me there."

She furrowed her brows, but she nevertheless nodded. "Okay."

The hand leading the way changed into hers.

They passed by several guests and all the women, some of them in very minimal swimwear, eyed Zhao Mingzhe from head to toe.

Han Yixin rolled her eyes. They looked like they were undressing him in their minds. She hastened her footsteps and dragged him away from those eyes.

Zhao Mingzhe seemed to understand her movements and chuckled. His wife is adorable when jealous.

Asking her about her favorite place in the hotel is just pretense. He had already asked around and had prepared a surprise for her.

When they reached the gazebo, she halted and her mouth twitched.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Mingzhe was confused. Did the decoration he had ordered looked cheap?

"They dressed it up again. Tsk. Someone might have used it for a proposal. What an eyesore." she complained.

"You don't like it? It looks romantic."

She continued her steps into the gazebo. "I just like the fresh air and silence here. Nothing fancy. Decorations can take the tranquility away."

As she said that, Zhao Mingzhe was secretly gesturing the man who was about to come closer to play the violin to 'go away' as his forehead had cold sweat.

It would be a bad surprise if he destroys her favorite place with his cliché moves.

"Ah Zhe, why did you want to..." she was about to say 'go here' when she was spun around and kissed.

Zhao Mingzhe continued to 'shoo away' the man with violin with his hand while he kissed his wife.

When the man finally understood his gesture and went away, he noticed that she was obediently kissing him with her eyes closed.

He cupped her cheek with his free hand and kissed her more passionately.

Who cares about his spoiled surprise?