Inferior A After Having a Baby with the Top Boss 92

Chapter 92: “Want to Learn How to Kiss? Ah Fei.”

The fireworks on the distant hills faded.

After the hug, Ming Fei’s heart felt as sweet as honey.

Admitting her own awkwardness, wanting to confirm again, she softly asked, “Then are we now…”

Zhu Yiqiao held her hand: “Teacher Xiao Fei wouldn’t go back on her word, would she?”

Ming Fei quickly shook her head: “I won’t.”

The entire villa lit up again. Zhu Yiqiao looked at Ming Fei intently for two seconds, then said with equal firmness,

“Mm, me neither.”

After a pause, she added, “According to the books you read, what stage are we in now?”

Ming Fei thought for a moment: “The dating stage.”

Based on the truths about dating mentioned in the books, Ming Fei wasn’t sure what Zhu Yiqiao would say. She guessed it would be the usual “mm-hmm,” or “I know,” but that wasn’t the case.

Zhu Yiqiao asked seriously, “Can we sleep together during the dating stage? The guest room in the villa hasn’t been cleaned yet.”

At least at this moment, Ming Fei could tell that Zhu Yiqiao was teasing her.

Despite this, her ears still felt hot. She hesitated to speak, and finally, as if admitting defeat, rested her head on Zhu Yiqiao’s shoulder and neck.

“…Yes.”

Zhu Yiqiao chuckled softly, like a cat pleased with its cunning, and pinched Ming Fei’s ear.

“Mm, I want to sleep with Ah Fei.”

Ming Fei’s heart pounded like a drum.

She couldn’t find a reason to object, nor did she want to be insincere, so she hugged Zhu Yiqiao a little tighter.

The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was significant, and soon, wind and snow mingled. The second hug allowed them to hear each other’s heartbeats. After a while, Zhu Yiqiao went to the study to finish some work, and Ming Fei received a bedtime video call from Ming Zaozao in the multi-function hall on the second floor.

After promising Ming Zaozao that she would pick her up tomorrow, Ming Fei went to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Everything was prepared in the bathroom of the master bedroom. After washing up, Ming Fei changed into a clean, soft bathrobe. She checked the gland on the back of her neck in the mirror, confirming that there were no abnormalities, then dried her hair and left the bathroom.

Zhu Yiqiao spent more time working than she had expected.

It wasn’t until eleven o’clock, when Ming Fei had almost finished reading “Life in the Eleventh Century,” that Zhu Yiqiao returned to the master bedroom to wash up. When Zhu Yiqiao came out of the bathroom, Ming Fei put down her reader and helped her dry her long, wet hair.

The entire process felt natural, as if this scene had already played out countless times in their lives.

The bed in the master bedroom was very spacious. Ming Fei slept on the right side. When Zhu Yiqiao turned off the wall lamp on the left and moved closer to Ming Fei, Ming Fei sensed her pheromone scent.

Just a hint.

Like budding pine and fir trees.

The distance between them finally disappeared, and Zhu Yiqiao’s voice sounded beside Ming Fei’s ear.

“Just now, there was about a meter between us, Ah Fei, were you trying to keep your distance from me?”

Ming Fei had learned her lesson.

She could tell that Zhu Yiqiao was just teasing her, but she still explained seriously, “Not keeping my distance, it’s because I respect Jiejie very much, and respect in a relationship is also very important.”

They were very close, and Zhu Yiqiao held her hand. Gradually, Ming Fei’s grip tightened, their fingers intertwining.

She confessed, “Jiejie, this is the first time I’ve liked someone, the first time I’ve been in a relationship. I’m not making excuses for my shortcomings or mistakes, but I’m sure there will be things I don’t do well. Whenever that happens, I hope Jiejie will tell me directly.”

The warm light of the flower-shaped wall lamp spilled down, Ming Fei’s eyes only on Zhu Yiqiao.

She promised, “I will correct myself and learn to do better and better.”

In fact, if the high-ranking Chief Judge were to evaluate these words, they weren’t particularly impressive. In her first year after being transferred, she had heard countless more loyal, passionate, and expressive words.

But in Zhu Yiqiao’s eyes, no one could compare to Ming Fei. Ming Fei was irreplaceable, and these were the most perfect and sincere words of love.

Her eyes softened with tenderness: “Mm, me too.”

“The first time liking someone, the first time being in a relationship.”

Ming Fei asked softly, “Then, in Jiejie’s heart, am I a bit boring?”

“I like it very much.”

Ming Fei was stunned by Zhu Yiqiao’s directness.

Zhu Yiqiao continued, “For me, the entire process of being with you has been very happy, like watching the dimple appear on your right cheek, or seeing you gradually blush, these are more interesting than anything else.”

After saying that, she readily learned about respect in a relationship: “Ah Fei, can I hug you?”

Ming Fei wanted to retract her previous conclusion.

This kind of respect didn’t seem necessary, at least not in their relationship.

So, she took the initiative and hugged Zhu Yiqiao, whispering, “You don’t have to ask.”

Zhu Yiqiao hummed in response: “Is it the same for kissing?”

Ming Fei didn’t speak.

Her ears burning, she changed the subject: “Jiejie, when are you planning to tell Zaozao?”

Previously, Zhu Yiqiao hadn’t mentioned this, and Ming Fei hadn’t thought about it deeply either, because she believed Zhu Yiqiao had her own arrangements. Now, their relationship had greatly changed, and seeing Ming Zaozao becoming more and more attached to Zhu Yiqiao, Ming Fei couldn’t help but ask.

The last bit of distance between them completely disappeared.

They embraced each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Under Ming Fei’s gentle gaze, Zhu Yiqiao brought up her past.

“Ah Fei, I’ve never talked about my mothers with you.”

“They gave me wealth, status, family background, and love after I was born, but their love also kept me under constant surveillance and pressure. I couldn’t do anything I wanted, I couldn’t have real hobbies, and I couldn’t reveal my true personality.”

She omitted many details: “I was like a controlled puppet, performing the role they liked during the day, only able to breathe freely after they fell asleep.”

“When I was little, I read a book that mentioned a question—between a child and their mother, who is the one being chosen? I thought about this question countless times, never finding an answer, until my omega mother passed away and gave me the chance to choose. Only then did I understand that perhaps in this blood relationship, we are both choosing and being chosen.”

Hearing “passed away,” Ming Fei’s fingertips brushed against the back of Zhu Yiqiao’s hand, silently comforting her.

Zhu Yiqiao explained in a low voice, “So, I want Zaozao to understand me after we spend enough time together, to let her make her own choice. Instead of directly intervening in her life and immediately telling her that I am her other mother.”

“However, there’s another important reason.”

Ming Fei looked at her: “What is it?”

Zhu Yiqiao asked, “It’s related to you, do you want to know?”

Ming Fei replied, “Yes.”

Zhu Yiqiao’s fingertips traced Ming Fei’s features: “You probably don’t remember. You told me a lot about your past when you were drunk last time, and it was because of that that I understood your childhood experiences better, and postponed telling Zaozao and confessing to you.”

“In those three adoption experiences, you were the one being chosen. And it was at that time that I became even more determined to give Zaozao more time to choose.”

After listening, Ming Fei’s heart couldn’t calm down for a long time.

In her heart, from their first meeting, Zhu Yiqiao had been very good to Zaozao. Zhu Yiqiao would smile because of Zaozao, would remember Zaozao’s every word. Even if Zaozao just casually mentioned something, she would receive a gift fulfilling her wish the next day.

Even when busy, Zhu Yiqiao would make time to take Zaozao to the aquarium.

Ming Fei’s dimple appeared: “Zaozao will be very happy to know this. She likes Jiejie very much. Every time Jiejie is on a business trip, she asks several times a day when you’ll be back.”

“Mm.” Zhu Yiqiao said, “I’ll tell her after we pick her up tomorrow.”

Ming Fei softly replied, “Okay.”

Zhu Yiqiao poked Ming Fei’s dimple with her fingertip: “Ah Fei, that night, my heart ached for you, and I wanted to kiss away your tears.”

This straightforward confession caught Ming Fei off guard.

And it was because of this sentence that the slow-witted Ming Fei belatedly asked, “When did Jiejie realize you liked me?”

“Much earlier than you.”

Ming Fei didn’t ask further, just looked at her intently. After saying, “I also like Jiejie very much,” she placed a cherished kiss on Zhu Yiqiao’s forehead.

A light, fleeting touch.

Just as she pulled away, Zhu Yiqiao covered her eyes with her hand and kissed Ming Fei’s dimple. Then, Ming Fei felt a soft touch on the corner of her lips, as if brushed by soft lips.

As Zhu Yiqiao’s hand moved away, and Ming Fei’s vision cleared, her face flushed, and she heard the person in her arms ask,

“Want to learn how to kiss? Ah Fei.”