Loving With My Mind

Zhao Mingzhe reentered their bedroom in a bathrobe, while drying his hair with a towel.

He saw that his wife was sitting before the dresser, drying her hair.

He immediately let go of the towel he was holding and walked towards her.

Han Yixin could see her husband from the mirror, but she acted as if he was not there, continuing with the hair dryer.

Suddenly, it was snatched from her hand and he started tossing her locks.

Han Yixin became irritated of this habit at this time and snapped onto him, "Zhao Mingzhe, I have hands!"

Zhao Mingzhe gave her a pokerface and replied in a monotone, "So do I."

As Han Yixin was too shocked to reply, Zhao Mingzhe continued, "And these hands of mine are to serve my wife."

Han Yixin suddenly kicked off to move her chair, got up and went to the drawers.

Zhao Mingzhe turned the dryer off and frowned as his wife pulled some drawers, searching for something.

His eyes went wide with the gleam of the metal scissors she retrieved from a drawer. He was terrified.

Before anyone could utter anything, Han Yixin pulled onto her hair, and without hesitation, cut a significant length.

Zhao Mingzhe remained stunned as her locks fell on the floor.

Han Yixin put the scissors back into the drawer and made her way towards the bed.

She lied down without saying anything, and closed her eyes.

Zhao Mingzhe looked down on his palms, then lifted his gaze to the bump under the sheets. He sighed, then walked away to another room.

As he lied alone under the sheets of an unfamiliar bed, Zhao Mingzhe recalled how he stopped his ex-girlfriend from leaving when she was supposed to ignore him at the banquet.

He knew his wife was just few steps away, but he risked being seen grabbing the arm of the woman he slept with before.

'Why? Am I still attached to her?' he thought, as he clutched his hair up.

He shook his head as he dismissed the idea. His ex-girlfriend was dressed up for the banquet, but he could not even remember the color of her dress.

On the other hand, he still thinks his wife was gorgeous. So why? Why did he interfere with matters he is now off limits to?

Zhao Mingzhe thought deeply, 'Was it guilt? Did I turn her into someone like that?'

He scolded himself, realizing how preposterous his actions were. Not only did he hurt his wife, he also acted so full of himself towards his ex.

If only chopping off his hands could make up for all of it...

Then he remembered Han Yixin's expression outside the hall's restroom.

'Is it really okay to sleep like this...her being still mad at me?' he contemplated.

He closed his eyes and buried his face on the pillow as he dismissed the idea.

Who knows if his wife will scr.a.p.e off her skin if he touches her...he will need to let her cool off until morning comes.

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In another mansion...

"Madam!" the maid almost shrieked. She was startled to see Donna Yang come home.

Donna Yang narrowed her eyes. This maid had reported ridiculous things about her to Thomas Leung's mother, making it hard for her to stay as his wife.

His mother was a foreign woman, not too familiar with traditions, but whatever was reported back to her made her hate Donna Yang.

"What are you doing?" Thomas Leung eyed the maid when she failed to serve his wife slippers.

"Ah!" the maid hurriedly took out Donna Yang's house slippers and served her mistress.

Thomas Leung kept his tight grip on the wrist of his wife, as if he was afraid she would flee.

When his wife had changed from her heels, he dragged her away as he ordered, "Make some snacks."

Indeed, the banquet did not serve a full dinner, and had desserts for the most part of the buffet. He thinks his wife will be hungry after socializing.

Donna Yang had no choice but to go upstairs with him. She already went home with him anyway, and she would not stay with her mother-in-law's spies, lurking in the kitchen.

Also, she had to deal with the most important matter at the moment--whether she is still married or not.

Though she had not come back to this mansion in over a year, she had lived in it for quite some time. As Donna Yang pondered on how to interrogate her husband on the divorce papers, she went into their bedroom subconsciously.

She was still mumbling to herself as she closed the door behind her.

When she turned, she gasped as her husband had already taken off his dress shirt, letting her eyes feast on the toned upper body of an athlete.

"What are you doing?!" she blurted out.

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While preparing sandwiches, the maids in the kitchen were discussing the sudden arrival of the mistress of the house.

"Why is she here? Did she manage to seduce Master again?"

"Who knows...Master had long returned from overseas, but he never even looked for her."

"She was long gone. Why do we have to serve her again the moment she comes back like she's queen?!"

"We'll find out soon." the maid who greeted at the door smirked as she lifted the tray of snacks, ready to deliver upstairs.

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Thomas Leung came closer towards her face, smirking. His wife waited for him to finish his shower. He was actually expecting that she would go scrambling to get out of the mansion the moment he leaves her out of his sight. With this, he was elated, and teased her until she fell down on the soft bed.

Donna Yang wished the bed was the earth and that it would swallow her. His nose was already too close to her face.

Seeing the expression on his wife, Thomas Leung chuckled. "My wife, you married an athlete. Shouldn't your expectations be different? After all, there is 'score' in 'soccer'...and, I am an expert in hitting the goal."

"You..." Donna Yang was ready to scold him, when there was a knock on their bedroom door.