Secret Love Nest

Run In with an Ex pt1

Qing and I slept separately last night. Nothing new, you will all say, as we don't sleep together when he is away on his shooting in Shanghai.

But the difference this time is Qing and I are both in Beijing. Qing and I are both inside the condo unit last night. He was just in the guest room while I am inside our room. In our bed. Alone.

Alone in that big bed. Yes, it's miserable.

So why do we slept separately last night? You all ask or I am so miserable I am asking that question to myself too. Either way let me tell you the whole sordid ugly story.

Meng had his bachelor party. Like what I promised Qing, I called him when I landed to Heilongjiang, the province where I grew up in the Northeastern part of the country.

I called him when I got to our house. He even got to say hello to my parents. I called him after I got ready. We were talking on the phone when Xiao picked me up.

Qing: Be careful okay?

Me: (laughing goodnaturedly at him) Stop worrying. I will be with my friends.

Qing: (gasping horrorifiedly) Dayu, don't go!

Xiao heard it and we both laughed at him. Qing laughed too.

Me: I will update you hourly. No need to worry too much. Love you.

Qing: Okay. Love you too. Have fun.

Me and Xiao: We will!

We ended the call with Qing groaning on the other line.

Xiao and I said our goodbyes to my parents. Then we picked up the groom to be. Meng looked resigned in his fate when he saw me, Xiao and four of our other male friends to pick him up.

Meng: (wincing at us) This will be painful, right?

Xiao: (shouting, an arm around Meng's shoulder. Xiao had to tiptoe because he is shorter than all of us) This will be fun! You will never forget this night!

Oh...he was right about that.

Getting drunk was not a problem. If you are together with a dozen guys, all primary and high school friends, inside one of the most expensive and exclusive night club in Harbin, Heilongjiang's capital, getting wasted will never be an issue.

We drink, play a game, drink again, spin those bottles, drink again, dance crazily on the dance floor and drink some more.

But as many alcohol as I consume, I am still sober enough to sent Qing a message every hour or tried to ring his phone.

He will send me a message back, telling me to put a brake on drinking, eat something and try drinking as much water as alcohol.

My mother hen.

I followed of course. As my friends had a nice time playing a game with three paper cups and a cap of whisky bottle, I excused myself to relieve my bladder. They just wave me away.

Yup, we are all drunk. Or very close to being drunk.

After my busines in the restroom, I went to the bar instead of getting back to my friends who are still playing a game based on how noisy they are.