Youchang grabbed Arya by her waist. She moved her face from him feigning anger. He smiled to himself. He lifted her face by her jaw with his hand. She tried to look away but he held her firmly and held contact with her eyes.
He tilted his head. "Are you mad at me?" He asked.
"No." She replied.
He saw through her lie. But he knew she could never remain mad at him.
"No. No. You are mad at me." He said insisting. "I can see it in your eyes." He saud looking straight into her eyes.
"Really?" She asked. She was shocked. She had never taught Youchang knew her so much.
"Yes." He said.
"Ok. I will confess. I am indeed mad at you. You were leaning so close to her. Your head was literally touching her stomach."
"So why does that hurt you?. Or are you jealous?" He asked. I was obvious he was ready to tease her. She blushed involuntarily.
"No. I am not jealous. I am just trying to remind you of your promise." She said. He was being unusually sweet and it always was not that way, so she had to take full advantage of it. He looked taken aback.
"What promise?" He asked.
"You promised she was not a threat to us. Or that at least you would not let her be one." He smiled.
"Arya, she is not a threat to anyone. She us just my contracted wife."
And then it struck Arya. Hard and strong. Whatever she was to Youchang, Yang Yang had greater authority than her. She was his contracted wife. They were married and the law was their witness. But She, she was Youchang's....
Girlfriend? Fiancee?. Her heart sank when she thought of it. She was not even sure of what she was to Youchang. But Yang Yang sure knew. She was his contracted wife and she was even pregnant for him. An idea popped into her head.
"I don't believe you Youchang, proof it to me." She said his expression changed. She saw his cold demeanour begin to come back.
"How Arya?. She is not a threat to anyone. She is just my contracted wife and is pregnant for my child." He said simply. Every trace of a smile was gone off his face.
"Let's get married then." She suggested, lifting her hand to hold his face. "Let's get married Youchang, then i can also become pregnant for your child. Or even, if you want, children."
Youchang shook his head. She could not understand how hard it was already with just one contracted pregnant wife,and the promise of a child. He surely did not want, and could not bear any more.
"Arya, you should get going now. I have work to get back to." He released his grip on her waist. Her hand fell from his face.
"Are you asking me to leave Youchang?" She asked. Tears gradually welling up in her eyes. He turned his back to her to face the long table holding his working tools , ready to resume work again.
"Youchang?" She called again.
"Arya. You are eating into my working time. You need to go home." He said. Authority in his voice.
Arya sighed. That had always been her problem with him. His mood swings. Especially when it came to work. She walked out of the room.
If she was asked, she was sure she could not even tell Why she loved Youchang so much. He had always been on her mind right from high school. His face, his build, his voice, she had just never been able to take any of them off her mind. He was just so exotic.She was probably infatuated with him.
She approached her car. Her driver sat in it as usual. His eyes roamed her body, and she enjoyed the feeling of it.
He drove into her parking lot. As she stepped out, the driver smiled at her. His smile stirred some thing inside her. There was some thing about Chinese men that not just drew her attention, but also captivated her. Maybe it was because they Were exotic, or just too hot for her.
And before she could stop herself, she was already smiling back at him and inviting him into her house.