Chapter 162 - 162 Past is past

"Wei Lin," He sounds pleased to hear from me. I want to smash his face in immediately.

"Hi, I could do with picking those bits up." I get straight to the point.

If I didn't need my things, I wouldn't call him at all.

Just thinking of him makes my skin crawl; talking to him has me physically itching. I was with him for more than seven years.

How did this even happen?

"Of course." He's too eager and it doesn't sit well.

"Can I return by after work? Around six something?" I ask.

"Sure, I look forward to it," he replies cheerfully.

Eww. I want to hiss down the phone at him, tell him exactly what I think of him, but I know he is probably expecting some sort of backlash from me and I'm not going to indulge him.

Yeah, I knew you got back to the country but why did you ring my parents. We already end a long time ago.

"Great, see you then," I say.

Why did I say that for? It's not great at all.

He may be looking forward to it, but I'm certainly not. Once I have the rest of my things, I won't ever be seeing him again.

"Yeah, see you later." he sings.

Oh, God.

He sounds almost smug. I shiver and hang up. If I could, I would never ever want to see him again.

"Fancy a coffee, Wei Lin Jie?" Er Xi ask.

I look up and see Er Xi fiddling with her glasses up and down.

"Yes, please. Did you have a good weekend, Er Xi?" I ask.

Why does she look different? She shuffles on the spot and blushes ten shades of crimson, and then I notice that her high necked blouses have been replaced with a scoop neck top.

Wow! Er Xi has great b.r.e.a.s.t. Who would have ever thought that?

'I did. Thank you for asking, Ava.' She scuttles off to the kitchen.

I grin to myself.

Finally, our dull, Er Xi may have had some a date at the weekend.

Then, I put my phone down and start working through my files, ready for my appointment with President Gu Jing Ze on Wednesday.

As ten-thirty approaches, I gather my things to go on a few site visits.

"Er Xi, tell our boss that I've gone to check on a few sites visit. I'll be back at around five," I inform.

"Will do." she sings enthusiastically while filing some invoices. Yep, she's definitely had some guy interest.

Why do men really have that impact on us women?

As I walk out pass Yi Lan and Fu Heng at the door.

"Xiao Wei, how was your weekend? Fu Heng croons.

"Good," I say.

"I've got to hurry. I'll be back around five." I inform.

"Excuse me." Yi Lan barges past by me.

"HUU? What's up with her?" I ask Fu Heng.

He rolls his eyes.

"Oh, if I know. She has called me on Friday night declaring she was in love, but then I meet her this morning and her face like a total slapped arse!" He says.

"Her new date last time?" I ask.

What's gone wrong ?

Fu Heng shrugs.

"Yeah but she doesn't want to talk about it. Not a good sign. I'll see if I can pump any info out of her. See to you later. You better go," He says.

In bolt, I make my way to the car park and stop off at the chemist to replace my depleted gloss. I'm drawn to the vitamins, remembering reading about deficiency when I was doing my research on the internet about alcoholics and psychology.

Standing and reading the backs of a million pots, I decided to speak to the pharmacist.

After a vague chat, he recommends a few things but strongly advised seeking medical help if I'm worried.

Am I worried?

But Feng Teng insists he's not an alcoholic and he certainly doesn't scramble for the hard stuff when he sees it. Then, I buy the vitamins, anyway. That's will be.

When I'm walking up S town Street, I hear new ringtone has been changed from my bag.

Oh, I bet he thinks he's smart enough, indeed but I don't think twice about answering it. Plus, I don't need him flying into a panic over a few missed calls and bombarding me during my client visits. I need to keep him stable and if that means a quick telephone conversation, then so let be it.

"Hello, hey. What's up?" I greet.

He sighs.

"Babe, I miss you." He sounds so forlorn.

It's only been four hours since he had me made love on me at the kitchen worktop.

"Why did you send Assistant Yu to pick me up?" I ask.

"Because you didn't have your car with you," he says it like I'm stupid for even asking.

"Instead, why didn't you fetch me yourself?" My tone is accusing but I didn't mean it to be.

"Would you have preferred that?" He being coy.

"Of course, but that's not necessary actually." I'm approaching my destination.

And I need to wrap this conversation up.

"Hey. Where are you?" I ask.

"At the office. Everything is under control. I'm not needed here anymore. Do you need me now?" He asks assuredly. 

Right now, I couldn't see him, but I know he's on pouting.

"Yeah. Always," I know that's what he wants to hear the most.

"Now?" he asks hopefully.

"Hey, I'm at work. Not now," I try not to sound tired, but I have a ridiculously busy day ahead of me and I could do without providing him with the reassurance he needs to get through his.

I wonder if he's taken his running kit to work with him.

"Yeah, I know," he grumbles dejectedly.

"Hmm. What are you doing at this precise moment?" He asks weirdly.

Huh? Why this precise moment?

"Oh, I'm on my way to a client and I've just got here, so I'll have to sign off." I prompt.

He might not be needed, but I have a diary to keep.

"Oh, okay." He sounds so miserable, and I feel guilty for brushing him off.

When I stop outside my destination and look up to the heavens.

"I will meet you tonight, okay?" I say, hoping this will placate him.

He scoffs down the phone.

"I would hope so, time would fly fast," He says.

I roll my eyes.

"Okay. I'll see you later." I bid.

"You will. What time?" he presses.

"Six something, ishk," I reply right away.

"Ishk." he counters.

"I love you, my babe," He says softly.

"Yes, I know you do. Love you too. Bye,"  I hang up and make my way up the steps to the front door of Mr & Mrs Zhang new home.

And I'm way too busy today to be sidetracked with my challenging man and his challenging ways.