Married to his secret crush

While Yu Mei was sitting on the couch inside the huge dressing room, looking at her reflection in the mirror, the door was suddenly pushed open from outside. She had not locked it, it was easily pushed.

She tilted her head to the side before looking up, "Do you want something?" Yu Mei glanced at Han Jingyi nonchalantly.

Han Jingyi glanced at her nonchalant face and she stopped herself from saying anything.

Yu Mei stood up from the couch, ''Since there is nothing, get out.''

''Where does your arrogance comes from?" She stepped towards Yu Mei before pinching her chin, ''Is it because of this face? Or anything else?"

Yu Mei frowned before she grabbed her wrist, ''You are delicate, cousin. Let's not mess things,'' She softly said while looking at the pained expression on Han Jingyi's face. Her fingers applied more strength on the woman's wrist before she swatted it off and dusted off her hands.

''You...''

Yu Mei grabbed her phone and walked out of the changing room.

"Stop there...."

'Rip'

Han Jingyi grabbed her shirt from the back and her flimsy chiffon short had a tear from the front.

Yu Mei grabbed her shirt with one hand as she turned around.

'Pak'

Han Jingyi's face whipped to the side and she looked at her in disbelief.

Yu Mei glanced around the place. Since they were standing in the hallway of the changing rooms, the place was empty.

"Jingyi, what are you doing here?"

Both of them paused when they heard Han Suyin's voice from the distance.

"What's going on?"

As Yu Mei turned around, Han Jingyi grabbed her elbow forcefully, "Don't go bitching about me," She whispered through gritted teeth.

Yu Mei's hand shifted slightly from her dress as the woman jerked her back. She narrowed her eyes and stepped back, her heels digging into Han Jingyi's toes.

Han Jingyi's face turned pale at the sudden tremor shot into her toes and her grip on Yu Mei's elbow loosened.

"You..." Han Suyin gasped.

Yu Mei turned to look at her, "What's wrong-" She paused and followed the woman's gaze as she glanced below her collarbone. A major part of her birthmark was visible through her torn shirt. She moved her hand to adjust it.

"Mei..."

Yu Mei raised her head and glanced in the direction of the voice, "Luoluo..."

Shi Luo stepped towards Yu Mei with a blazer in her hand and she draped it around her shoulder.

Yu Mei glanced at Han Jingyi before looking at the silent Han Suyin, "Aunt, I had plans with my friend. I will be leaving now."

She grabbed Shi Luo's hand and adjusted her blazer before she walked out of the place, without waiting for her response.

Han Jingyi's fingers curled into a fist as she glanced at her retreating back before walking towards Han Suyin, "Mom..." She called out but the woman stood rooted to her spot in a daze. "Mom," Han Jingyi held her hand before shaking her.

Han Suyin snapped out of her trance, "Huh?"

"What are you thinking about?" Han Jingyi asked.

Han Suyin did not respond to her as she fell into a trance once again.

"Luoluo, you aren't angry anymore?" Yu Mei asked Shi Luo as they walked out of the shopping mall.

"Humph," Shi Luo opened the car door for her.

Yu Mei smiled as she got inside the car.

Shi Luo walked to the other side before she got inside the driver's seat, "It was my fault, anyway," She mumbled before stepping on the accelerator, "I am sorry. I was just annoyed that you didn't tell me about it."

Yu Mei sighed, "Initially, I knew you will be worried about me so I held back."

"What was going on there?" Shi Luo asked. She went there to shop there as well but she did not expect to witness this scene. After she saw Yu Mei going to the changing room, soon Han Jingyi followed after her and she witnessed everything that happened.

"Actually, the lady there whom you saw..."

"Who? The beautiful one or are you talking about that bitch?" Shi Luo did not held back while addressing Han Jingyi as a 'bitch'. After all, she had seen how she had torn Yu Mei's shirt.

Yu Mei laughed, "No, not the bitch. We are talking about that beautiful one."

"Hmm what about her?" Shi Luo took a left turn as she asked.

"She... She is actually my biological mother," Yu Mei mumbled as she fiddled with her fingers.

'Screech'

The car moved in a zig Zag manner before coming to a halt.

"Who did you say she was?" Shi Luo glanced at her in disbelief.

"Biological mother," Yu Mei blinked as she mumbled, narrating everything to her.

...

"Hahaha..." Mia burst into a laughter as she glanced at the pot in Han Jian Yu's hand. It was bumpy and weird with cracks all over, "That's not how you do it," she said.

Han Jian Yu raised an eyebrow, "Do you know how to do it then?"

They were at a local pottery shop a few blocks away from Han Jian Yu's place.

"Of course," Mia tilted her chin, "Is there something her Highness can't do?" She asked him smugly.

Han Jian Yu extended his hand which was filled with mud as he said, "Alright, do it then."

''But I don't like doing it. It's boring,'' Mia shook her head as she glanced at Han Jian Yu whose hand was filled well dipped inside the wet clay.

Han Jian Yu narrowed his eyes, ''Then, why did you drag me here?"

''Well, I don't like it. That doesn't means I won't like to watch you doing it,'' Mia flashed a foxy smile in his direction.

The corner of his lips twitched, ''You are unreasonable,'' He said before looking around the empty room.

''Her Highness is a fairy, sweetheart,'' Mia flipped her hair back before she leaned forward towards him.

He looked into her bright hazel eyes.

She ran her index finger on his palm before moving it to his face as she smeared the soft clay on his face, ''So pretty,'' She said looking at his clay-smeared face before standing straight.

Han Jian Yu pushed himself to his feet, ''Pretty huh?" He asked.

She smirked, ''Very pretty indeed,'' Mia said, ''To me, you are like an exotic flower.''

''Flower?" His face darkened.

''A pretty exotic flower,'' She nodded.

He grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall behind them, ''Which kind of flower? The one which is usually sucked, or the want who usually sucks?" He asked her all the while keeping his gaze fixated on her face.

''Cough...'' Mia glanced at his hands which held her wrist tightly, ''You are getting me dirtied.''

''You are the one who started this,'' He moved his palm to her neck, smearing the clay all over her neck.

She arched her neck to the side as his rough palm? grazed on it, his thumb stroked her chin.

Hearing the sounds of approaching footsteps, Mia pushed Han Jian Yu away, ''Let's go back. There are people here,'' She took out her handkerchief from the clutch before helping him clean his hands.

The corner of his lips tugged up, ''So, you are doing this for me....''

''I would have done this for any man I slept with," Mia cut him off mid-sentence.

Han Jian Yu's gaze darkened, his eyes turned cold.

She grabbed the tissue box provided by the shop and wiped his hands properly before cleaning her neck.

The drive back to the penthouse was quiet as Mia played games on her phone while Han Jian Yu kept driving the car, appearing to be in deep contemplation.

As they reached the penthouse, Han Jian Yu freshened up before walking towards his study.

Mia grabbed his hand, ''Are you not eating now?'' She asked.

Han Jian Yu paused, ''What has it got to do with you?"

Mia frowned, ''It's time for dinner....''

"But you are not my wife to be asking things like this. When I eat, when I sleep, has it got anything to do with you?' His voice was cold as he turned around to look at her.

Mia was stumped for words, ''Why are you talking like this?" She asked after a long time.

Han Jian Yu shook off her hand from his as he said, ''Get this clear, Mia. Just because we are sleeping together doesn't means you have got a say in my life. It is you-'' He paused, noticing her glazed eyes. Was... Was she about to cry?

Mia punched his chest before stepping back from him. She glanced at the ceiling before taking a deep breath. Things usually did not faze her this easily, but for some reason, she was affected by his words.'' Starve yourself if that's the case. I don't care,'' she mumbled.

Han Jian Yu pursed his lips, ''That's exactly the problem here. You don't care. You don't give a damn,'' He stepped back from her, ''You never do.''

Her head snapped up as she looked at his face, his expressions beyond her comprehension.