Gao Miao would sometimes come over to look, saying things like, “Your painting skills have regressed,” “It doesn’t look like me,” “Your eyes are failing you,” each painting eliciting a different critique, but I never paid attention to his words. The colors in his eyes were all muddled, nodding in a daze. The same afternoon at four, different temperatures, the same sunlight at different angles, the same hairstyle height, different facial features… You both have the same posture, the same profile, but the feelings are different. Kexuan’s face was always slightly flushed; he was easily shy but very quiet, except for that one question, “Have you memorized my face?” “Yes, it’s everywhere now.” Recalling those ambiguous days, like lyrics, accompanying you to gently touch the smoke rings to your lips, unable to express satisfaction, how can your tenderness be captured? Closer and closer yet never touching, never truly in love yet already entangled, hesitating between closeness and distance, unable to fathom those ambiguous eyes, seemingly deep yet still faint, the sky turning gray-blue, wanting to say goodbye, yet it’s not late. “Do we look alike?” “Yes.” “Most alike in profile?” “Yes.” “So I think this one looks the most like me.” Gao Miao’s fingers touched the painting, smudging the not-yet-dried paint. When I realized I had misspoken, it was too late. I grabbed his hand, but the face was already ruined. “Who is he?” “None of your business.” Suddenly, he grabbed my hand in agitation, “Who are you trying to see through me!” “Have you ever thought about what it feels like when your eyes are all blurred looking at me, but I know clearly the figure in your eyes is not me!” I broke the rules, wanting to turn my head away, but my chin was held firm, his lips about to descend… “You’ve learned to force things, Gao Miao.” A voice came from behind. Gao Miao muttered a curse, looked at me for a long time before speaking, “I’m sorry,” and let go of my hand. I seized the chance to escape, and as I passed the door, I saw the handsome doctor leaning against it. So it was him, but strangely, was it an illusion? His gaze was sour… Indeed, it’s everywhere, was that your intention when you let me draw you? I remember, I can’t forget, are you satisfied? Greedy for your hair, your face from back then, greedy for your tenderness, I’ve done all the bad things, and now I face divine punishment. You’re clearly fine now, you can see Huahua, but you won’t even call me, yes, you shouldn’t find me, you should look down on me, I’m just a mistress who holds out her hand for money.
“Can we not do it tonight?” Qiyu Feng sneered, his hand already inside my clothes, teasing maliciously, “What right do you have to say no?” Ridiculous, do I have any? “None,” I turned my face away from his lips, “As you please.” Seeing my lifeless expression, Qiyu Feng angrily stood up, unbuttoning his collar, “You better not provoke me, know your place!” With that, he pulled me up, pressing me close, I knelt at the edge of the bed, his hand on the back of my head forcing me to look up and endure his relentless demands. Right, what right do I have to say no? I’m just a mistress, even if my “no” excites him, it’s just my duty, what right do I have?
I turned my back to him, sleeping far away, my whole body aching, that pervert! “Angry?” He pulled me back, “Still hurt?” “Not hurt at all, it’s fun, why doesn’t President Qi try it himself?” Crying wolf! I cursed him in my mind as he turned me around.
He got up and scooped me into his arms, “What are you doing!” I kicked in panic as he carried me into the bathroom. “Turn on the light, didn’t you say I’m rude? I’ve decided to salvage my image and serve you.” What salvage? The bath wasn’t even full, and I was plunged into another abyss!
“Don’t touch me anymore! You have no image left!” His tall figure pinned me against the wardrobe door, laughing wickedly, “So what?” He’s acting so shamelessly now, I’m speechless… He kissed my face, then opened the wardrobe, choosing a dress to put on me, “President Qi, you’re acting really strange today, not going to work at this hour, and now dressing me, your wardrobe is over there, go!” “Haven’t you been complaining about being bored? I took the day off to spend time with you.” “Really? Then hurry up and get changed! Where shall we go? You should have told me earlier, it’s noon already!”
And so, I finally got to go out and play today.
But what to play? … Golf … Hmph! I’m so frustrated! I have to accompany him! I cried in the car, and there, Young Master Qi was enjoying himself! “Where do you plan to ‘accompany’ me now?” “To Grandpa’s.” “What?! Are you kidding?!” I was stunned. “Haven’t been there for a long time, thought I’d take you to meet him.” “Are you crazy?! You dare to bring your mistress to meet Grandpa?!” “When did you become a mistress? Besides, with your figure, could you even be one?” He glanced at my chest intentionally or unintentionally. “I’m just petite … I have a B cup at least! Still growing! If I’m not a mistress, then what am I!” I puffed out my chest, hmph! “My woman,” he reached out, still saying, “If it weren’t for me, could you still grow?” I slapped his hand away in anger, stomping my feet in protest, “Anyway, I don’t want to go, I’m not prepared at all!” Qi Yufeng winked at me, patted my head, “Grandpa is very kind and easy-going, don’t be scared, just sit tight.” “I don’t want to, I don’t want to!” I kept stomping, but he ignored me! “If you don’t let me out, I’ll jump out of the car!” Deciding to take drastic measures, I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Go ahead, jump.” He adjusted something, and the car instantly transformed into a convertible, scaring me into fastening my seatbelt again … He drove wildly, the wind was so loud he didn’t even need to pay attention to my protests. By the time we arrived, I almost floated out of the car, my hair poetic and picturesque, tousled by the wind …
Qi Yufeng led me into the villa, where an old butler came out to greet us, informing us that the old master was in the garden at the back of the house. I was nervous, dragged along by Qi Yufeng. The garden was large, probably hundreds of square meters. This is the grandeur of the wealthy, they could even build a house here. It was full of all kinds of flowers, plants, and even a small greenhouse! Everything was lush and lovely. Could this be the old master? “Hey! Haven’t you heard that scaring people can kill them? What wind blew you here today?” He pounded Qi Yufeng’s back, who took it with a half-smile, which secretly pleased me … “Oh? What’s this cute little girl’s name? Wow, your hairstyle is so trendy!” I instantly perked up, “Oh hehehe, my name is Liu Yixia, you can call me Xia,” I jumped in front of him, elegantly and respectfully kissing the back of his hand, “May I ask, are you really Qi Yufeng’s grandfather? You look so young, not a single white hair!” His crow’s feet crinkled as he laughed, “I dyed it last week, do I really look that young? It suits me, huh~” Indeed, he was tall and robust, not showing any signs of old age, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans … “Xia, your hairstyle is so cool, where did you get it done?” “Do you want to go for a rock look? I’m thinking PUNK.” “Next season, should I go for romantic vintage? I want that too!” “How about a pure look?” … Qi Yufeng had a dark expression, helping Grandpa Qi water the flowers and trim the grass, while the old and the young were playing tennis …
