Loving With My Mind

Husband and wife sat on their bed after a long day of awkwardness.

They somehow managed to get through it without anyone landing a fist on a face. Even the car ride home was quiet as Oxford slept on Han Yixin's l.a.p.

Zhao Mingzhe was c.a.r.e.s.sing his wife's hair after drying the locks. It had become his habit to do so after they had both taken a shower before bedtime.

"Ah Zhe..." Han Yixin suddenly called out to the man behind her. She was actually sitting in front of him, on the area of the bed between his legs. As his hand plays with her hair, his other arm was wrapped around her waist, and his chin resting atop her shoulder.

If it was before they became intimate, she would have slapped him hard already. However, this time, she felt warmth and security in this gesture.

"Hmmm?" he lazily replied.

"You don't remember any of them, do you?"

"Who?"

"My friends...they're at our wedding...part of the entourage in fact."

"That jerk ain't part of my entourage." he scoffed.

Han Yixin chuckled. "Yeah, yeah...you hate him. We all get it."

He embraced her tighter, like a sulking kid.

"But I can't believe you didn't remember Donna Yang. She was quite herself even at our wedding."

"I don't care about anyone else that day. I'm only looking at my wife."

Han Yixin blushed at his statement. It was as if he was in love with her.

"Why are you even friends with that actress?"

"Hey, I did not use that tone on your friends!" Han Yixin turned her body to better face her husband.

"You also met them at the wedding."

"My point stands." Han Yixin furrowed her brows. Donna Yang may be a handful, but she is still her friend.

"Yeah, yeah...but that guy with her..." Zhao Mingzhe clicked his tongue.

Han Yixin laughed at how childish he was behaving.

"Ah Zhe...you want some snack?

"Can I have dessert?" he cunningly replied.

And with that, his wife took him to the kitchen and made strawberry cobbler.

Zhao Mingzhe cannot help but laugh. She got away with it again while pretending to be naive.

Han Yixin definitely knew what he was implying, but she was not in the mood. She actually really wants to eat.

"Hey, are you going to LH again tomorrow?" Zhao Mingzhe asked.

For some reason, his wife has been into the company almost every weekday. He could only wonder if she was thinking of finally working there.

"Yep..." Han Yixin licked cream off her spoon. "Why d'ya ask?"

"Are you working for the main branch now?"

Han Yixin narrowed her eyes. "It's just a favor for my father."

"And does he compensate you for your efforts?" Zhao Mingzhe had a teasing smile.

"He said that he would give me the..." Her eyes widened as she realized something. "Sh**!" she could not help but swear.

Zhao Mingzhe laughed at his wife.

"Hey, it's not funny!" Realizing she was played, Han Yixin pouted.

"You want my suggestion now or not?" He had his smile raised to a side.

"The 'my own business' again? Zhao Mingzhe, a lot of established bakeshops and cafés had already invaded City B. How can a new one compete? The industry is gonna swallow me whole."

"And your father was actually planning to make you inherit everything...tsk, tsk. Maybe he should try his luck with your sister instead." Zhao Mingzhe had a wide grin.

Han Yixin struck him on the c.h.e.s.t. "Then how are you gonna approach it, Mr. I'm so good at doing business?"

He chuckled. "Kiss me first."

"No." Han Yixin crossed her arms over her c.h.e.s.t.

"Why not? Not interested?"

"I will not be paying for your idea!"

Zhao Mingzhe's face dimmed.

Han Yixin was troubled with the change in his expression so she added as she leaned in, "But I can reward you, depending on how good it is..."

Zhao Mingzhe's face lit up again with a victorious smile.

"Alright. What about this...establish a new made-to-order cake and pastry shop exclusive to registered members. That way, even if your father asks you to make some for a company celebration, you could take your products as something he paid for from a business. You will be independent of LH, and the elite would want the privilege of availing of your products...well, it depends on whether or not you impress them."

Han Yixin stayed silent to digest the idea.

"You will be working WITH LH and not FOR LH." Zhao Mingzhe continued.

Then, Han Yixin looked up to him, realizing something. "Hey, how did you know about..."

"My dear wife, you think I'm not good enough to receive an invitation?"

"Oh...right. Wait, so I just register this business out of the blue?"

"Why not? I can help you with the paperworks."

"Woah...seems like the CEO of LZ Airlines is not busy at all." Han Yixin grabbed the glasses and spoons and started washing them in the sink.

Zhao Mingzhe followed to remain close to his wife.

"Well, my priorities changed when I saw you in that white dress." He slithered an arm around her waist.

Han Yixin glared at him. "Zhao Mingzhe, do you want me to break these glasses? Stop fooling around!"

"We could always buy some more..." he teased.

"So it's fine even if I hurt my hands?"

Zhao Mingzhe suddenly frowned, then he took the glassware from her and washed them himself.

Han Yixin laughed.

It is fine even if he does not love her yet, as long as he stays by her side like this.

"Ah Zhe..." Han Yixin called out softly as she wiped her hands with a towel.

"I can buy anything, but once you're hurt, a wound would always leave a scar." he uttered as he continued to focus on washing the dishes.

To his surprise, his usually timid wife embraced his torso from the side. Then she managed to slid her head up from under his arm.

Han Yixin stared at his face.

Zhao Mingzhe paused his movements and stared back at her.

"Ah Zhe...if I fall in love with you, will I regret it?"