Yaffe contemplates for quite a while and says, “Have you told that to them?”
“No.”
“If you don’t speak it out, they won’t understand. Maybe they think you lead a good life in the city so that you can spare some efforts to help them.”
“They won’t think so. They just want to get back twice as much money as they spent on me.” Rowie looks out of the window with tears in her eyes, “You know what? When they said that I was kept, I really wanted to find a rich man at once and let him gave all the money back to them. Then they would have nothing to do with me. Several female doctors and nurses in our hospital have been kept by rich men. What a good life they are living. But look at us, or, just me.”
Yaffe remains silent for a while, then replies, “You are too angry now. As long as you calm down, you won’t think so. Don’t take shortcuts. You think you get a great bargain, but you’re actually destroying your good fortune in advance!
“Of course you can say that. I used to find it embarrassing to admit it, but I am really envious and jealous of you. You were born in a well-off family, enjoyed good education and have outstanding working capability. And you marry such an excellent man like Quinn He who is rich and loves you so much. Every time I meet you when I am upset, I become envious of you. It’s like good things all come to you.”
Yaffe doesn’t know what to say.
She dares not to think over her relationship with Quinn carefully.
It seems that she is indeed envied for marrying the richest and the most powerful man in Chandely, whose look and temperament are second to none.
But she always feels insecure.
Is she going to compete with him for charm, working capability, and money?
“Let’s have a drink. Everyone can have a bad mood some time. After I sober up, I shall work hard and take whatever responsibility I need to take.”
“OK.”
They clink glasses and drink pot after pot.
The beer is extremely cold, and the heating in the room is off.
Yaffe feels that her stomach and body are getting colder as she drinks. But Rowie appears to have no feeling and keeps pouring beer into her mouth.
Suddenly Yaffe hears faintly her mobile phone ringing.
She is unable to open her eyes, so she rummages in her bag for mobile phone with her eyes closed and answers the phone with drunkenness, “Hello?”
“You are drunk?” It’s Quinn.
Yaffe sobers up a little bit and her nose and throat are uncomfortable, “Rich man, it’s you. I drank a little, but I’m not drunk yet, so you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at Rowie’s home.”
“Stay there, don’t move.” Quinn hangs up the phone at once.
Yaffe hangs up the phone in a daze and shakes her dizzy head.
At this moment, she sees a message in her phone, but she neglects it without thinking.
Yaffe rubs her face only to see that Rowie is drunk and unconscious. She manages to raise her spirit and wash her face in the bathroom.
Then she helps Rowie into the room, covers the quilt for her and turns on the small air conditioner in the room so that she won’t get cold.
Seeing that Rowie still frowns after she falls asleep, Yaffe sighs in a low voice.
At this moment, someone knocks the door.
Yaffe is threatened by the sudden knocking and becomes alert at once.
“Yaffe, open the door.” Quinn’s voice comes out of the door.
Yaffe hurries to open the door for him and asks in a low voice, “How do you know that I am here?”
Ignoring her question, Quinn looks at her red cute face and asks, “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine. Wait here, I’ll go get my bag.”
When Quinn sees that she is about to fall down, he picks her up at the waist. Then he grabs her bag, turns around and closes the door.
Yaffe gets even more uncomfortable after the toss.
She lays her head on his broad and strong shoulder, smelling his unique and pleasant odor.
“Rich man.”
“What?”
“Rich man.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Rich man…”
Quinn bows his head and looks at this woman who is half asleep and half awake, feeling resigned and funny. He asks gently, “Are you drunk?”
“No, I think I’ll catch a cold.” Yaffe says and reaches out to touch his face.
The warmth of the skin transfers from her fingertips to his face.
Yaffe softly flips his cheek with her fingers and feels exhilarated.
Quinn is a little confused at her childish action and carries her downstairs quickly.
“Rich man, I seem to like you a little bit. Do you have a little bit of a crush on me?” Yaffe asks, somewhat muddle-headed. Her voice is so low that it seems to disappear in the wind.
But Quinn still hears it.
Instead of waiting for him to reply, Yaffe says to herself, “Although I’m good-looking and competent in my work, there are too many women of my type around you.”
He lays her on passenger seat and says, “Sit quietly, don’t mess about.”
While Yaffe puts her small face in his neck fossa, her arms around his neck.
Her soft and shallow breath sways his skin every now and then, its warmth makes him feel a bit limp and numb.
Quinn holds her shoulders tighter and stares at her small face with the light of the car.
The obvious drunkenness and lovely and innocent expression on her face triggers his tender affection.
He feels like kissing her pink and tender lip which is slightly open.
Then he does so.
He bends down and approaches her lip slowly when she is still in a daze.
Yaffe stares at it with her eyes wide open, the last bit of consciousness still in her head, her heart both nervous and expectant.
Just as they are about to kiss each other, Yaffe feels sick to her stomach and gives a loud belch.
The whole car soon fills with the strong odor of beer.
Quinn wishes to throw this drunkard out of the car.
He buckles her seat belt with a blue face and gets into the car angrily.
Yaffe touches her nose to cover her embarrassment.
“Well, rich man, please don’t laugh out loud, just do it in your mind. I don’t want to lose face.”
“But you have lost all your face.”
“I had no choice. Rowie was in a bad mood, as a friend, I should drink with her.”
“You should comfort her. Drinking is of no use.”
“Sometimes you just can’t comfort others by plain words, after all, easier said than done. It’s meaningless to just waste her time describing and dissecting her thoughts with me again!
Seeing her so serious, Quinn asks, “Have you experienced that either?”
“Yes. What is the most impressive is that Zeow Zhou broke up with me when I was in my first year of graduate school, and I felt that the sky was falling.” Yaffe blinks her eyes with hindsight and says, “I hope you won’t mind my talking about ex.”
“No, go on.”
“OK.”