Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present Day
Wang Qing and Feng JianYu's Residence, Beijing
Qing's POV
I glanced at Dayu who had just walked out of the washroom. I was resting on the bed headboard, legs crossed on the bed. I was anxiously fiddling with my hands waiting for Dayu to come out.
"Hey...About earlier..." I began, tentatively, expecting him to look at me. But, he didn't. And he didn't went to bed straight away. Instead he went to sit at the bedside table. He took out his phone and began browsing through.
"Dayu ah.." I called out to him, sulkily, "Feng JianYu..."
"Hmm.." Dayu mumbled but he was still not looking at me.
"Hey..Dayu.. My love..?" I changed my tone into a pleading one. This time Dayu didn't even mumble a 'hmmm'.
I huffed, "hey...Wife.." I was determined to make him look my way; and I couldn't think of anything better to make him do that but this; calling him, 'wife'.
And sure enough, I heard Dayu gasped and I saw him tensing up as he sharply turned to look at me.
"What the hell was that?" Dayu asked, shooting a dagger look at me.
"What? Did I say it wrong...? You're my beautiful queen...My amazing wife..Right?" I had had enough of the silent treatment Dayu had been giving me since we came back from my parents' place earlier this evening.
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When we were asked what kind of wedding did we have in mind by my baba just after dinner, we answered simultaneously. Though, our answer couldn't have been more different.
I wanted a big wedding. Dayu, on the other hand wanted a small private one.
Ma, quickly stopped the conversation, not wanting us to 'discuss' the matter in a hurry. She wisely gave Dayu and I, the chance to talk things over at home. There's an awkward silence after that between Dayu and I. Even in the car as I drove back to our house; the silence was deafening.
We took our bath differently, because Dayu not only didn't invite me take the bath with him; and he also closed and locked the bathroom door behind him. Usually, here would only close it, and never locked it.
I stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. I walked over to the bathroom door, contemplating on knocking on it over and over again but couldn't bring myself to really do it.
I paced up and down in front of the door; listening to the shower being turned on, hearing splashes of the water on a body; Dayu's body. And his image; naked and beautiful, flashed before my eyes.
I think, I became Superman at that moment; because I swear, I could see Dayu taking a bath through the closed door.
When the water finally stopped, and I rustling cloth, I knew that Dayu had finished bathing and he was toweling down.
