Loving With My Mind

After discussing serious matters, the group of friends went on to talk about even the simplest of things until before sun down.

Donna Yang's hand holding her milktea paused in mid-air before the straw touches her lips.

Her two friends followed her gaze and one of them had wide eyes.

Han Yixin gasped. Before them was the towering figure of her husband. "Wha-what are you doing here?!" she blurted.

"I'm here to fetch my wife." Zhao Mingzhe had a subtle smile, then he slightly nodded to recognize the two friends his wife has been dining with.

"Oh...CEO Zhao is too sweet...but is the sweetness laced with guilt?" Donna Yang teased and mocked at the same time as she smiled with a brow raised. She will not put off the chance to do so. Han Yixin was hurt by this man's actions. She will not be Donna Yang if she succ.u.mbs in silence.

Han Yixin narrowed her eyes on Donna Yang, but held back her mouth from scolding her friend.

Zhao Mingzhe's smile widened a bit and his face turned solemn. "Maybe that is the case...the more that I should make up for it, right?" he answered back.

Then he offered his hand to his wife. "Let's go?"

Han Yixin's gaping mouth was almost frozen. Then, as if regaining herself, she took a quick breath and replied, "Uh...I need to pay first..." she started searching for her purse in her bag.

"I already did...for all your meals." Zhao Mingzhe eyed the two friends to indicate that he also paid for theirs.

"Then, we could all get a move on?" Thomas Leung butted in as he appeared out of nowhere.

"Why are you here?!" Donna Yang was definitely shouting in a high pitch.

"To fetch you." he answered her naturally as he eyed the surroundings for paparazzi.

Qin Lizhen felt the awkwardness of being a light bulb. "Uh...then, I'll be going to the hospital." she casually waved a hand, ready to take off.

Qin Lizhen's husband is ill, and has been hospitalized for over a year.

"Hey, we can take you there!" Donna Yang immediately offered. She felt suffocated being alone in a car with her still-husband.

Thomas Leung cleared his throat as he frowned on his wife, subtly shaking his head.

"What now?!" Donna Yang was irritated by his gesture.

"I brought the DB11." he whispered laced with throat clearing.

Donna Yang raised her brow. Then she held out her hand. "Keys."

"What?" Thomas Leung was confused.

"Give me the keys." Donna Yang's voice was irritated.

Thomas Leung did not want to upset his wife so he handed the car keys with no additional question.

"Liz, let's go!" Donna Yang dangled the keys with her fingers as she eyed her friend.

"Uh, hey! What about me?" Thomas Leung wanted to protest like a kid who will be left alone by his mommy.

Donna Yang had a pokerface as she said, "We'll meet you at the hospital. You're an a.d.u.l.t. You can take a cab."

With that, Donna Yang waved Han Yixin goodbye with a flying kiss.

Thomas Leung cannot protest further and just scratched his head as he walked towards the taxi lane.

Han Yixin partially covered her smile as the scene unfolded among her friends. She was kinda used to it. She even forgot that her husband is standing beside her.

Zhao Mingzhe looked at his wife intently. Just now, she showed facial expressions which are new to him. It seems he has a lot to learn about her.

Han Yixin finally realized his stare and turned her head to face him. "Oh..." It was obvious that she just remembered his existence.

Zhao Mingzhe could not help but chuckle. It did not matter if his wife forgot about him. The scene just then amused him as well.

"Uhmm...shall we go as well?" Han Yixin felt awkward.

"Why don't we walk around for awhile?" Zhao Mingzhe smiled at her, then looked around the shopping area. "Maybe you'll fancy a thing or two..."

"I have too many new clothes and bags at home. I might not be able to wear them all if we buy some more." she declined.

Zhao Mingzhe eyed her from toe to head.

"What?" Han Yixin felt uncomfortable being eyed like a merchandise.

"Oh, sorry. I don't mean to...I just...I think you'll be the same size for at least several years, so buying more clothes wouldn't be a problem." he forced an awkward smile, but it was the truth.

Han Yixin had a frown, not convinced by the explanation. Then she sighed and shifted to a subtle smile. "Very well, if you want to spend money, at least it should be on something we both can benefit from."

With that, she strode along the shops in her mid heels.

Zhao Mingzhe immediately picked up on her pace.

He tried to reach out his arm to hold her hand, but she suddenly stopped and turned.

"Here." she declared. Then she stepped into a shop.

It was a shop for kitchen supplies with some cooking ingredients as well.

Han Yixin grabbed a basket and started walking along the first aisle.

Zhao Mingzhe looked around the store. He found himself looking over the shelves for c.o.c.ktail-making tools. He wondered if his wife also learned bartending.

"Oh yeah, we don't have those!" she suddenly exclaimed beside him.

Zhao Mingzhe was a bit startled but smiled at her. "You'll be using the bar?"

"You don't want me to?" she asked with an innocent face.

He chuckled. "Which ones should we get?" he eyed the stuff before them, some of which he had no idea what they are for.

"I want the rosegold series." she declared.

"Rose-"

Seeing him confused, she clarified, "All those looking like copper."

"Oh..." Zhao Mingzhe made a nod then found the items and started to reach for them.

Then he realized that he had filled the basket his wife is carrying. "Let me." he took it from her.

Han Yixin let him carry the basket as if it was a normal gesture among them. At that moment, she was in the mood to shop.

She was actually more enthusiastic when shopping for kitchen tools than for anything that could go in her closet.

Their house was handed to them fully-furnished, so she was not able to hand-pick most of the kitchenware. She just made do with what was available. After all, they were of good quality, but some are not within her tastes.

She looked back at her husband for a second, then continued looking at items.

Zhao Mingzhe just smiled at her antics. If his wife like kitchen tools, then he would not mind if she wipes off the whole store.