Kapitel 12: Rogue

Yan Mei's hand unconsciously touched her lips as she stared at her reflection in the mirror in a haze. She thought he would take things further, but after kissing her for a few minutes, he pulled away from her and chuckled nastily.

"Wifey, if we don't stop, I don't think I can control myself. And I don't want our first time to be on a door."

Yan Mei's face reddened when she heard him, especially when she felt his hard-on rubbing against her belly. She pushed him away and ran towards her room.

She couldn't believe that just a kiss alone could fluctuate her emotions like that. Taking a deep breath, she sorted out her emotions and went back downstairs.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she didn't see him in the living room. She felt a pang of sadness. She thought she would come down and find him waiting for her.

Jerk! Didn't he say that he would cook for her? Yan Mei was slightly annoyed.

Just as she was about to walk back up to her room, she heard a noise in the kitchen. 'Was it a thief?' Yan Mei frowned as she thought.

When she got to the kitchen, she saw Lei Zhao skillfully chopping vegetables. Yan Mei heaved a sigh and leaned on the door as she admired him.

"I didn't know a cocky person like you could cook. I thought you were bluffing earlier," Yan Mei said sarcastically. Lei Zhao turned to look at her when he heard her.

"Ouch. I never knew I was a cocky person in my wife's eyes. I guess I have to change that." Lei Zhao smirked.

Yan Mei snorted, but there was a faint smile in her eyes. She walked over to him to give him a hand. She would pass him a cup of water or get him plates if he needed it. Their hands would brush each other from time to time. At first, she was a little stiff to the touch, but then she got used to it.

Looking at Lei Zhao skillfully beating eggs, Yan Mei couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn how to cook? It's really rare to see a man cook as skillfully as you these days."

Lei Zhao chuckled. "Wifey, are you praising me? My mother said that a man should know how to survive on his own, so she taught me how to cook when I was a kid."

"Your mom must be a very good mother."

Lei Zhao looked sideways. He saw her face reveal a trace of loss and pain. Lei Zhao put the bowl down and pulled her into his arms. He wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Mother is very good. She will soon be your mother too. I think that she will like you very much."

Yan Mei blinked her eyes, looking at Lei Zhao, and hesitantly said, "Mother will like me?" The word mother felt foreign in her mouth.

"Don't worry. Go and watch some TV. Once I'm done, I will call you," Lei Zhao said as he ruffled her hair. Yan Mei frowned.

"I'm not a child. Don't ruffle my hair again," she said coldly.

Lei Zhao let out a sigh after she turned and walked away. This woman was sometimes really confusing and cute.

Half an hour later, four dishes and one bowl of soup were being placed on the dining table. The strong smell of food lingered in the kitchen and the dining room.

SItting at the sofa in the living room, Yan Mei's eyes were growing hot from staring at the food on the dining table. She tried to suppress her emotions. No one has cooked for her since her parents died. Wang Lu was a bad cook, so the servants did all the cooking once they got married.

The only time she heard her mother talk about her father was when they were eating. She still remembered the last meal she had with her mom:

"Meimei, your father is a very good cook. When I was with him, he would prepare all the food. He loved me and always pampered me. I don't want you to hate your father or think that he didn't want you. It was your mom who ran away and got married to another man. At the time, I did not know I was pregnant and I already had a marriage contract with someone else. When I found out I was pregnant, your father was far away. Your grandpa thought that if I wanted to protect you and your father, I had to run away."

"Wifey. Wifey!" Lei Zhao's anxious voice brought her out of her stupor.

"Wifey, are you okay?" Lei Zhao asked worriedly when he saw her pale face.

Yan Mei's eyes met Lei Zhao's eyes. Her indifferent face softened when she saw the gentle and worried look in his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Okay. Let's eat." Lei Zhao knew that she did not want to talk about what she was thinking, so he didn't probe further.

Sitting at the dining table, Lei Zhao put two spicy fish on her rice and smiled softly.

"Wife, eat more, okay? From now on, hubby will cook for you. You look so thin. Someone will think I'm bullying my wife." Yan Mei smiled softly and picked some vegetables for him.

"You should also eat more. I am your wife, I should be the one cooking. Unfortunately, I can't cook," Yan Mei said embarrassingly.

Lei Zhao's eyes softened. "Don't worry, Wifey. I will do all the chores in the house. I don't mind being a slave to my wife."

"But I can't let you do everything. It's my responsibility. I will feel useless."

"It's okay. Don't think about it. After all, you will go to work in the morning to make money for the house and you will work hard during the night. So you're not useless," Lei Zhao said with an evil grin on his face. Yan Mei blushed.

"Rogue!"

Lei Zhao erupted into laughter when he saw her face turn red. His wife was really cute. Even though she would put up a really cold and indifferent face, he knew that it was just a mask and that she was actually a very cute woman who was sometimes really childish.

Yan Mei decided to ignore him because she realized that she might get hypertension if she responded to every word that would come out of his mouth.

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