Chapter 11: I Hate... Betrayal
Ai Mi lets out another ring of bank as she continues to watch Zhi Ruo talk to the man on the phone. She doesn't seem to be angry or alarmed, rather she's calm and watching Zhi Ruo talk on the phone like a pantomimist.
Perceiving the bank that Ai Mi released, Zhi Ruo uses the documents in her hand to blow on her nose slowly as she spoke.
"Yes sir, I'll let Miss Ai Mi know. She will not take chances, do not worry" After a while of talking, Zhi Ruo and the man agreed on something and she hanged up after telling the man farewell.
Just as she soughed and turned to leave the office, she caught the sight of Ai Mi gaping at her calmly. Her pink lips holding the small piece of cigarette gently between her lips. Her hands in her pockets and her eyes fixed on her.
Zhi Ruo did not hold back the hot urine that began to roll down her legs with the regard of Ai Mi. She stood there. Firmed.
Ai Mi, who has been counting on the wall, unbend and walked towards the large office in the office. Her hand went to her lips as she plucked the ashes from her mouth and removed the butt of the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can behind her, without even looking back. Zhi Ruo felt her blood become cold and snap whenever Ai Mi peered at her.
Of course, she knew what was coming.
"Miss Ai Mi…"
"Let me talk first" Zhi Ruo incontinently shut her trap up and awaited for Ai Mi to get to her seat and sit on it, before she turned to face her.
"Who was that?" Zhi Ruo bit her lower liphard until she tasted a pint of her metallic blood. She felt like all the blood within her has dried up.
"Are you deaf?"
"It- it-it-" She kept rattling "It" like she's a rat dwelling on the ceiling of a haunted house and eating its wood.
"Spill it!" Ai Mi did not raise her voice, but to the fear of Zhi Ruo, it felt like she had used a microphone for both cognizance.
"It was Mr Bao" Ai Mi scowled. She formerly knew that.
"What is it that I will not take chances for?" Ai Mi asks as she searches the drawer of her desk for another cigarette.
Zhi Ruo always feel like rubbish whenever she's in front of this woman, she doesn't know why!
She refused to answer Ai Mi's question, but the master still did not give in.
"What was the fist for when Haoran and the other fella came in earlier?"
OMG! She saw that?! Zhi Ruo wanted to dematerialize at that spot. She felt like vapour from within.
"I- I Don't know what yo- you're talking a-about" she managed to squeeze a taradiddle between her teeth. Ai Mi smiled and stood up when she eventually set up a cigarette.
She walks confidently up to Zhi Ruo with the lighter in her hand, and the other hand in her fund.
When she got to the place where Zhi Ruo felt the warm air from her nostrils on her jaw, she lit it and brought it to her mouth. Letting out another bank pattern into the face of Zhi Ruo.
"You know veritably well how I detest that man. You know how I detest responses when commodity is formerly planned. You know how I detest it, when someone goes against my plan, especially when close to me" Zhi Ruo swallowed her slaver that tasted more like blood.
She has never seen such an enraged yet calm killer like Ai Mi before. She felt like her life was about to be ended.
"You know how I detest treason"
Treason? No! She took it the wrong way!
"No Miss! Do not talk like that, I was just-"
"Leave" One word that said it all.
Zhi Ruo curvatures to express her thanks for her freedom and hastened out of the room.
Ai Mi goggled at her cute walk and smiled awkwardly, as she approximately swings the cigarette in her mouth from one side to the other.
Fool.
***
Haoran walks hastily out of the company without looking back at Cheng while Cheng tries to keep up.
Cheng formerly knows that the wrathfulness of Haoran is more like a death signal than just mere rage. He felt like melting was the answer in a situation like this, but there was nothing close by that could toast him upto his melting point.
Eventually, he called out "Haoran! Wait up!"
Hearing his friend call, Haoran suddenly stops and turn to face Cheng, his eyes not really displaying his wrath, but the sensation around him is.
"What was that?" He asks in a quiet voice. He meant the interview. Cheng really meddled up back there.
"You acted like a complete fool back there, do you know that?" Cheng gapes at Haoran with a dumb look on his face. Haoran has brazened him series of times, but he has never seen him so calm when defying him like this before.
"Still, I will not be surprised if we don't get this job. You did not make even the director look at us" Haoran annoyance and the way he talked made the people passing by laggardly their pace to watch the scene he was trying to create.
After a short while of gaping, Haoran turns to his side and overpraised his impeccably sculpted forepart with a shriek of stress. This is not the first time Cheng is doing this!
The first time was when they went for a job interview at a sanitarium. Haoran got the job, but Cheng didn't. And for fear of loneliness for Cheng, Haoran rejected the job offer, coming up with the reason that he got "Family Business" to deal with. Cheng was so frenetic and he did not even think about why Haoran did it.
The second time was when Haoran got a miraculous job at a café. Cheng was not so happy for him the day he came back to tell him. He even went an redundant afar with the reason of the devil entering him, to push in a false report of observing Haoran with the director's gal.
Haoran was so frenetic, that for two months he left the house without a word!
Cheng can be a cool dude at times, but at the same time some tough knot. Haoran never really replied back then, but it seems like he cannot take the stress presently.
Three weeks before, doing arbitrary jobs and earning hires, Haoran rented an apartment for the new month because he started thinking about moving out and having his own space.
He did not know how to bring up the discussion, because he felt bad for Cheng if he told him. But now, he just have to.
And the new month is hereafter so.
"I'm moving out"
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