Playing you is as easy as flipping my hand.
The next room over was the Gynecology Department. Tan Xiang’e had noticed the examination report the woman held in her hand and asked, seemingly casually: “Did Miss Xing mate tails with the Mrs. yesterday?”
Being addressed as Xing Yue’s Mrs. — this identity made Bu Yao feel flustered. Standing in the doorway, her hands unconsciously curled up, clutching the report form. Her cool, gorgeous face was covered in the intoxicating afterglow.
Xing Yue, having just taken a hypnosis test, was in a somewhat foul mood. She said flatly: “No. And she’s not my Mrs. either.”
Mating tails meant two people using their tails to combine. Usually, in their world, mating joy used both forms — legs and tail. But Xing Yue simply couldn’t.
Between her and Bu Yao, one couldn’t control her tail, and one had never revealed a snake tail at all.
Exiting the ward, only then did Xing Yue see the short-haired Little Assistant standing rooted at the doorway. Yesterday at the hotel, it was this girl who put on Bu Yao’s shoes. Clearly, today, the Little Assistant had once again helped her put them on.
Xing Yue’s mood soured even further. She shot a glance over and headed in the direction of the pharmacy.
Bu Yao followed closely behind: “Why did you say that?”
“Say what?” Xing Yue didn’t look back.
Thinking about what Xing Yue had just answered the hypnotist, Bu Yao couldn’t help but reach out and grab Xing Yue’s wrist, the suppressed temper showing bubbles of emerging: “You told that doctor that I’m not your Mrs. in front of her. What will others think of me? Won’t they just see me as some frivolous, loose woman?”
Something like this on someone else wouldn’t matter, but she was Bu Yao.
With the Bu family’s current status and position, if it got out that she’d ended up at the gynecologist because of bedroom matters with someone, and the culprit denied their relationship — she’d definitely become a laughingstock.
If Xing Yue acknowledged her as her wife, then it would be different.
“Does the Eldest Miss Bu care so much?” Xing Yue asked back. Although she smiled verbally, her slanted, long phoenix eyes held no curve of humor. “You’re afraid people will say you have loose morals? That your private life is a mess? Then why did you still go to a hotel with me?”
She disliked the Eldest Miss temperament on Bu Yao, too pretentious. In this current society, who would mock you just because you’re unmarried, single, and had a one-night stand with someone?
Just because her surname was Bu, these matters on her seemed to become filthy and obscene. As if people of the Bu family could only ever be glamorous and pristine, that even biological needs had to be carried with a holier-than-thou air, as if they must be superior to others.
Xing Yue was clearly affected by something from the hypnosis room, carrying a bit of a venting tone. Bu Yao could sense it. And precisely because of that, the dissatisfaction in her own emotions was also swelling.
Bu Yao bit her lower lip and gave a cold laugh: “I just wanted to test it out. Ten years ago you hated me that much. Wanted to see if you’d reject a woman you hate? Never expected you’d take the bait so easily. Xing Yue, playing you really is as easy as flipping my hand.”
She was Bu Yao — how could she let others casually mock her?
She thought saying this would help reclaim face, tossing the words her mother taught her to the back of her mind.
In that instant, it felt to Xing Yue as if she’d returned to when she just married Bu Yao. The two of them at each other’s throats, not a single good day to be had.
“Mm, that’s right,” Xing Yue gave a mocking laugh, slowly closing in on Bu Yao, cornering her against the wall. “Then now you know what kind of person I am, right? Even if I hate you, I can still go to bed with you. I don’t have your lofty purity, needing to flaunt your status just for one time. What, scared people will find out the Eldest Miss Bu hooked up for a one-night stand? If you’re scared, then don’t do these things. I can still take the bait a second time, a third time.”
She was still mindful of Bu Yao’s dignity and didn’t raise her voice. Not a single word was pleasant to hear, and the volume always maintained a cool, indifferent tone.
She was completely unaware that this kind of reaction only further confirmed her disgust toward Bu Yao.
She’d clearly just wanted to bring Bu Yao to see the doctor and hadn’t wanted things to get this ugly. But Bu Yao triggered a conditioned reflex in her. The moment Bu Yao’s attitude or tone was even slightly off, it was like her scales were about to explode, even worse than Bu Yao’s own behavior.
Right now, Xing Yue didn’t even want to go to the pharmacy anymore. She turned and headed towards the hospital entrance.
She took a few steps, and the footsteps behind her followed a few steps, heavy and muted. She halted in place, and the person behind also stopped, always maintaining a half-meter distance away.
Annoyance rose in Xing Yue. She turned her head: “Are you still follow—”
Her impatient words cut off abruptly. Bu Yao was standing right before her eyes, so close that one could clearly see the tiny fuzz on her cheeks.
Her eyes, originally as glittering as rubies, now had entire lower lids completely red — even redder than her pupils, as if rain would pour down with just one blink.
In the past, Bu Yao didn’t cry this easily either. When they quarreled, Xing Yue had said even harsher words. But back then, Bu Yao had Erotomania; no matter how bad Xing Yue’s words were, she still thought Xing Yue loved her to death.
Now Bu Yao’s illness was cured. She was clearly, painfully aware that Xing Yue really seemed to detest her. This perception made her unable to stop feeling sad.
Bu Yao didn’t make a sound, just followed her like this, pitifully.
Xing Yue suddenly got a splitting headache. The words to shoo her away, already at her lips, somehow couldn’t continue. Well, go ahead, make a scene. Curse at me. Weren’t you best at throwing your Missy Temper around? Why do you look like I’ve bullied you until you can’t take it anymore?
She was already like this, yet Bu Yao still wouldn’t talk back and instead followed her silently, looking like she was about to die from grief. Clearly, she was the one whose dignity had been trampled, alright!
Who was it that said playing her was as easy as flipping a hand?
Xing Yue was so angry she could die. She wished she could immediately drive Bu Yao away, driving her away while splashing mugwort water at her.
Her hands, however, pulled Bu Yao into her arms in one rough motion, patting her on the back of her head: “I’m sorry. It was inconsiderate of me, not minding the occasion with my words.”
The Little Assistant, who had witnessed the entire process — who moments ago was trembling in fear of experiencing a vicious battle — was caught off guard by how fast the scene shifted…
The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She went off to a corner to squat and draw circles on the ground, internally writing a ten-thousand-word essay of complaints.
Xing Yue closed her eyes, unable to bear looking. Mad, she was mad. Absolutely mad.
Why on earth was she apologizing? That woman Bu Yao had been so utterly out of line — what reason was there that SHE should be the one apologizing?!
Feeling the gradually rising body temperature of the woman in her arms — practically a walking little furnace — Xing Yue hugged the heat source tightly. Through the clothes, her arms involuntarily rubbed against that scorching lower back.
Mm… it truly was very comfortable.
