We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Special Chapter: Tan&Fang II

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It's around 11:30 PM, a time when most ordinary people are comfortably asleep. But here I am, driving like a maniac, almost drifting on the empty roads, but afraid I'll die before I can make up with my wife. This is the reason why I am not sleeping yet.

Peem called to tell me that Fang was throwing a fit (watch it, Shorty, don't talk about my love like that, or you'll get it). When I called Fang back, he only said one word to me: "You son of a bitch!" Such a lovely term of endearment. Then he hung up. I was so confused. From the moment I left my house until I reached this mansion, I couldn't figure out what I did to upset Fang.

"Oh, Khun Tan, you're here late." P'Chak, the security guard at Fang's house, greeted me with a smile as soon as I rolled down the window.

"I have some business with Khao Fang." I replied.

P'Chak smiled and nodded. Soon, the tall wrought-iron gate opened automatically. I said thank you and smiled at him before driving into the mansion.

Haha, it's more fitting to call it a palace than a house. The front gate and the house are almost three kilometers apart. There was even a series that was filmed in the living room. Well, it's the house of a bank president. If it weren't grand, it wouldn't make sense. They also export leather goods and jewelry, not to mention countless other businesses. I could go on all day.

"Hello, P'Nim."

"Hello, Khun Tan. You're here late. Are you here to see Nong Fang?"

[T/n: Oh, she knows he comes to meet Fang, not Phum.]

"Yes, P'Nim. Is Fang asleep?"

Phi Nim should be called "Aunt" because of her age, but since she's been a nanny since P'Oat, we call her "Phi". I come here often enough to be close to the security guards, maids, and gardeners.

"I heard some noise from upstairs earlier. Nong Phum screamed so loud that the whole house could hear it."

Haha, Fang must have been acting up with little Phum.

"They were probably just playing, P'Nim. I'll go see Fang now."

"Sure, go ahead."

I hurried upstairs and decided to go to Phum's room first. After knocking a few times, Phum opened the door with a scowl, phone pressed to his ear, probably talking to that idiot Peem.

"Phum, where's your brother?"

"He's back in his room. The spare key is by the computer. Damn, every time you two fight, I get dragged into it."

"Hey, don't badmouth your brother-in-law."

Come to think of it, Phum and I have a lot of relationships. He's my friend, my friend's boyfriend, my brother-in-law. Quite a lot.

I squeezed past Phum to grab the key, and he went back to his phone call. Why do we need a spare key? Because when Fang and I fight, he likes to lock himself in his room. He knows I'll come, and no matter who you are, he won't open the door. I carefully unlocked the door, opened it, closed it, and locked it as quietly as possible. Sneaking into someone's room, will I get caught?

The room was quite dark, with only the bedside lamp on. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw the little rascal sleeping soundly, breathing softly. I slowly sat down on Fang's bed and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. What are you thinking, my dear? Why are you angry with me? Why are you sleeping with your brows furrowed? The more I look, the more handsome you are, Fang. Even when you're sleeping, you're handsome. But honestly, I think my boyfriend is more cute than handsome. Haha.