[Yang Menghuo POV]
"I don't mind if you want to cry in front of me. You're also a human, in the end. But you can't show this in front of my parents, okay? You need to look strong, mighty, and cold. They are very traditional. Seeing a man crying like this would give a terrible impression to them."
"Okay, Jie…" Yang Menghuo replied. He finally released his Jie and then sat obediently at the dinner table. Ying Jie cooked Pork mince stir-fried with some other vegetables.
The smell of the food invoked Yang Menghuo's hunger as he waited impatiently for it.
After the food was ready, they ate together in harmony. Shi Ying stole some glance to Meng Bao once or twice, while Yang Menghuo did it a lot more time to his Ying Jie..
Both of them were ashamed that they couldn't hide their interest, but it was too obvious. None of them dared to deny it anymore. They ate in silence, and after dinner, Yang Menghuo stopped his Jie.
"Ying Jie, I want to give you something," Yang Menghuo said.
"Oh, what is it?" Shi Ying acted as if she didn't understand what Menghuo was talking about. Even though she already knew well it was about that butter and milk.
Yang Menghuo picked the briefcase and then opened it, revealing a block of butter and a bottle of milk inside. He put them on the dinner table and said, "Jie, I'm sorry that I was so insensitive. I didn't know that butter and milk are very important for you."
"So I want to give you this. These milk and butter are the ones I made by myself. I made it with the traditional method, so it is a hundred percent homemade, just like your parents gave you, Jie. I want to give you the same sentimental feeling for it. Is this okay?"
Shi Ying stared at the butter and milk. She felt even guiltier than before. Because she knew that Meng Bao went to another country just to make her these.
Yeah, it was extra, but it also showed how serious Meng Bao was, even if he didn't say it.
Yang Menghuo thought Ying Jie would question whether it was a real homemade by his own hands.
"J—Jie, I can always show you how I did it, so you will believe that I am the one who made it," Yang Menghuo tried to convince, but Shi Ying just sighed and took the milk and butter.
She put it inside the fridge and returned to Meng Bao with two cups of puddings.
"Let's just eat together. That sappy soap opera would be played soon," Shi Ying said.
Yang Menghuo and Shi Ying sat on the couch, eating pudding together while watching soap operas.
Menghuo was extra clingy today, so he boldly sat close to Ying Jie and shifted his position by rested his head on Ying Jie's shoulder.
Yang Menghuo's eyes glued at the television, but he asked Shi Ying, "Ying Jie, are you not going to question how did I make traditional butter?"
"Well, it's not my place to ask that," Shi Ying replied. "I just feel grateful that you returned. I really thought I've made you mad because I scolded you harshly a few days ago, really, it was just a five minutes burst."
"Meng Bao, you don't need to go harsh on yourself. I'm someone who got angry quick but also calmed down quickly. I don't want you to feel troubled just because of my outburst," Shi Ying said.
…
Yang Menghuo also felt the same when Ying Jie scolded him for the first time. He knew that Ying Jie would forgive him, but it was like a needle stuck in his heart. He didn't want Ying Jie to get annoyed or angry at him no matter what.
"I still want to make you happy, Jie. I just want to compensate."
"… well, if you say so, then thank you, Meng Bao…"
They were watching another show together, and Shi Ying asked, "Since you will be my pretend boyfriend to visit my parents, you shouldn't wear some crazy expensive clothes too."
"Eh, but it's just a regular attire today…" Menghuo tried to refuse.
"It cost 2000 dollars. That's definitely not regular."
Shi Ying sighed and said to Meng Bao, "We need to buy some groceries for my parents also, mostly things they couldn't find in the village."
"Oh, I should also take medicine for my dad before I return home," Shi Ying started listing anything she needed before she returned to her hometown.
She took out her phone and started adding her shopping list to the phone.
"Will you accompany me, Meng Bao?" Shi Ying asked.
…
"Meng Bao?" Shi Ying turned his head on Meng Bao, who was sleeping on his shoulder adorably. He was a grown man, but it made him ten times cuter and looked a lot less than a business mafia when he was sleeping like this. Shi Ying observed Yang Menghuo's trembling hands while he was sleeping as if he just did a very strenuous activity.
Which was churning butter.
"Hmm… it's quite ridiculous that you went so far just to make milk and butter for me, but I do appreciate it a lot, Meng Bao," Shi Ying said.
"Maybe I really should start getting scared of you because of your secret identity, the one that you hid from me."
"It's just… our life and background are so different, it's really hard to believe that you also love me the way I do to you…"
Shi Ying understood that she was just paranoid. She knew how warm Meng Bao was towards her, and it would never change the fact that Meng Bao was nothing but gentle towards her.
Knowing that Menghuo must've been making butter by himself without a break and then instantly returned to China, Shi Ying suspected that he hadn't had a good rest since two days ago.
Thus, Shi Ying took out an oil inside the table drawer in front of her, warm massage oil that she used whenever she was too tired.
Shi Ying poured some on her own hands and then gently intertwined her fingers with Meng Bao's fingers, smearing the massage oil while messaging Meng Bao's hand carefully.
Meng Bao was sleeping peacefully, and he hummed a bit while Shi Ying was busy with his hands, "Mmm… Jie… butter… milk…"
"Eh? Is the sleep talking?"
Shi Ying leaned closer and then listened to what Meng Bao said, "Hmm… Jie… Jie… marry…"
"Awww, so cute," Shi Ying giggled lightly and had a mischievous thought in her head. She whispered gently, "Hey, this is your Jie talking with you. Do you want to meet with Jie's family in the hometown?"
"Mm… yeah… with Jie, and marry... Zzzz…"
Shi Ying giggled happily, knowing the true thought in Meng Bao's head while he was sleep talking.
"Hey, what do you want when you and your Jie got married?"
"Mmmn… babies… lots of babies… sex everyday… hehe… ehehehe…"
Shi Ying blushed when she heard that. She wanted to smack Meng Bao's face for being so shameless even in his sleep.
But then again, she knew that Meng Bao must've been holding a lot since he said he never had a relationship before, a big virgin.
"How many babies?" Shi Ying asked again.
"Hnnn… ten…"
Shi Ying's eyes widened. She already clenched her fist, about to punch Meng Bao on the face for being so shameless.
"You would kill my womb if I gave birth ten times, you dumb ass!" Shi Ying yelled, but Meng Bao was still in his deep sleep because he was exhausted.
Yang Menghuo was shameless enough to open his eyes a bit, looking around like an idiot, before looking at Shi Ying's thighs.
He then rested his head on her lap and went to sleep again.
…
"You should be grateful that I like you, or else, I would smack your head for speaking so shamelessly, you stupid Bao," Shi Ying cursed. But she smiled with Meng Bao, who looked very comfortable sleeping in her lap.
"Fine, rest well, Meng Bao. I know that you're tired."
…
Shi Ying had the urge and then whispered gently on Meng Bao's ears, "Sleep well, I love you, Meng Bao."
…
"Nn… Meng love… Bat… Jie…"
"Zzz…."
'Bat Jie?' Shi Ying frowned when she heard that. It was a bit weird that Meng Bao would say something like that. It almost sounded like he was calling someone else, maybe his childhood sweetheart.
'But Bat Jie… is it Batman-Jie?' Shi Ying had wishful thinking, hoping that Meng Bao turned out to be Mengmeng. Maybe Mengmeng was actually a man in the first place, but it was Shi Ying who mistaken Mengmeng for a beautiful little girl.
'Because if that is the truth, it would answer everything. Including why Meng Bao never found his childhood sweetheart and why Meng Bao had an instant interest in me….'
…
'Mengmeng and Batman-Jie…''
'Meng Bao and Ying Jie…'