Bed Partners

Party

Tape 11, Side A

"So, what is your suspicion? Who do you think is spreading those rumors?" My psychologist ask.

"Mrs.Ho, of course. That scaly bitch." I said behemently.

"Dayu, language please." She gave me a censoring stare.

"Why? Are you offended?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"No," my psychologist gave me the tenth tape. "How is your supplies of tapes? Do you need more?"

"I still have two unopened tapes. Should I get more?" I mussed.

The psychologist drew more tapes from her desk. "I will give you three more to be on the safe side." She said. I took them gratefully.

"See you on our next session," my psychologist smiled at me. I nodded and gather my things to leave.

This is the eleventh tape. And I will start with what I did when a suspicion raised in my head.

I went to Qing.

I told Qing about the rumors surrounding my mother. I ran to his condo and cornered him there.

"And you think my mother is the one spreading it?" He frowned while looking up at me. He is sitting in the couch while I am standing in front of him, ranting.

I crumpled my face, "Can you not call her your mother?" I said.

Qing smiled at little. "What should I call her then?"

"Mrs.Ho. She already married another man. And she...well...she slapped you. So..." I pouted.

I cannot tell him that I heard that ugly interaction he had with the woman who gave birth to him but is regretting it.

Why? I mean, how can someone like Qing be a disappointment? He is tall, handsome and well dressed. He has a Ph.D in Mathematics and has his own business. He is rich, stylish and generally kind. Plus he is excellent in bed.

Although that last part, Mrs.Ho must not know. Because that will be yuck, if she has an idea how good Qing is in bed.

Ewwww...

Anyways. I don't see it. How did Qing became a disappointment?

"What are you thinking?" Qing's question woke me up from mussing. "You got quiet while staring at me,"

I smirked at him, "You are handsome that's why I stare at you. I became quiet because I am basking in your hotness."

That silenced him for a bit. "Okay...are you sick?"

I shook my head. "No. Why ask if I am sick?"

"Because you are praising me too much," he sighed and stand up from the couch. "What made you think that Mrs.Ho had something to do with this rumor?"

"Because Papa heard about it. And his friends and colleagues and high society members. Who has an agenda to besmirched my mother's name in your circle of rich people?"

Qing frowned, "I see..."

I sighed, "Okay maybe it's not her. But probably one of her cohorts. But I have this gut feeling that she is involved. I want to stop her,"

"How?" Qing's frown won't leave his forehead.

"Let me meet her and..."

"No," Qing didn't even let me finished my sentence.