Loving With My Mind

Han Yixin stuffed the fluffy pancakes into her mouth. She thought, 'Not bad...not bad at all.'

Zhao Mingzhe was nervous as she saw her munch on the food. He is no great cook, but he thinks he could at least make a decent breakfast.

She sipped some coffee and swallowed. She adjusted her full-rimmed glasses with her finger pads as usual.

"Aren't you the Young Master of the Zhao's? How did know how to cook?" She was skeptical.

"Uhm...I..." he cannot express himself and scratched his nape.

"Did you use to cook for her?" her voice had a tinge of melancholy.

"Huh, what?" he was confused by her words. He paused to contemplate. He looked back at her. "She's in the past. I did cook for her multiple times, but I did not learn just to please her." His words sounded irritated and defensive for her.

"I only asked if you did cook for her. I'm not gonna meddle with your past affairs." She continued eating.

Suddenly she looked at him sternly as he sipped his coffee.

"What?" he asked as he noticed her stare.

"However, since you married me, you have to give me face as your wife." She looked dead serious.

"Don't worry. I also have a reputation to protect." He was serious as well.

"More coffee?" He raised the glass pot as gesture.

She shook her head no.

Then she looked at him. "Zhao Mingzhe, do you think I'm disgusting?" She had her pokerface on.

He almost spat the coffee he was drinking. He gulped then he frowned. "Where did you get that idea?"

"You told me that you were in an intimate relationship with another woman. I take 'intimate' as having s.e.x. Am I wrong?" She kept her pokerface on. She wanted to hear it from him. She braced herself for his answer.

He cleared his throat. He never expected this inexperienced woman to directly talk about s.e.x. "It's true. We slept together...multiple times." At this point, sugarcoating this might lead to more disaster. He went straight to the point. His wife has to know sooner or later anyway.

She bit her lip. He admitted it. He was so in love with his previous partner to the point that they had s.e.x...and they did it multiple times.

He was anxious when he saw tears brimming in her eyelids.

"Hey, you..." He immediately went to reach out to her. In the end, he knelt before her seat. "Hey, aren't you minding too much?"

The next moment, he shut his eyes and his stupid mouth. 'Zhao Mingzhe, you jerk! Of course she did!' he scolded himself.

When he opened his eyes again, her tears had already fallen and her lower lip bled on her shaking bite.

His mind was in chaos. He got up and embraced her tight. "I...I'm sorry." was all he can say.

When her crying was reduced to sobs, and his shirt was drenched in her tears, she pushed him back a little to stare at his eyes.

"You...you slept with her. Is my body so disgusting that you won't even touch me?!" she looked like she is in so much pain. She was insulted that he did not do anything on their wedding night.

'This woman...she could not fallen in love with me this easily.' he convinced himself. 'So why the heck is she crying?!' His mind wanted to breakdown too.

"No...Han Yixin, I did not sleep with you on our wedding night, because I knew you don't want me to. I will not force myself onto anyone, even to my wife. I will do it with you when you are willing. You understand?" He looked sincerely into her eyes as he held her by the shoulders.

"You...you respect me that much huh?" Now, she is crying for a whole new different reason.

He hugged her again, tighter. "Han Yixin, stop crying. People will think I'm bullying my wife."

"No one else is here!" she pointed out the obvious.

"Alright, alright...but your eyes are gonna swell. It's enough, alright. Stop crying..." he coaxed her.

He actually questioned his life and wondered if he brought home a daughter instead of a wife. He sighed. He could not send her back now, can he? His parents are going to kill him if he even think about it.

The next moment, he carried her upstairs, back into the bedroom.

She cried a lot, even cried herself to sleep. He hugged her and consoled her until she fell asleep.

When she did, he gently removed her glasses. Then he took a warm towel and gently wiped the tears off her face.

He realized that this woman had a lot of insecurities. Ironically, she wanted to explore the world on her own. At that point, he knew that he could not leave her alone. If she wants to leave the country, he could only go with her.

Just as he was contemplating on his plans, his mobile phone rang.

He quickly went out of the master bedroom and went into a random room to take the call.

He frowned as he noticed the caller's name.

"Hello?" his voice was stoic.

"Zhe...is it true? Are you just messing with me?" A woman's voice cracked. She was ready to cry over the phone.

"Cynthia, I'm married. It's true. Stop calling me as you please for whatever reason. I don't want my wife to misunderstand." With that he was about to hang up when he heard her again.

The caller bit her bottom lip as she cried out.

She sniffed, then her expression turned mad. "No! You're just messin' with me because I chose my career first! You have to say it in front of me...right to my face, before I believe you!"

The line was cut as she threw her phone to hit the wall.

"Nooo!" She screamed and cried her lungs out. Her beautiful face was distorted in grief and her tall figure was slumped against the sofa.