An audience
What the hell was Lanfen doing there?! And why did she show up at the same time that we were supposed to meet Aren’s grandfather?! I couldn’t help but think that it was all carefully planned. But the real question was, was it her plan or Lan Jing’s form to test Aren and me?
I observed Lanfen making herself comfortable sitting on the sofa in a place where clearly I was supposed to sit. Her innocent mask was perfectly glued to her face, just as I remembered it from our chat at the cafe. She was dressed in a humble dark blue long-sleeve dress with a round white collar. Her black hair was tied in a sleek ponytail, making her look like a high school girl. It was obvious that she had the old man wrapped around her little finger. I wasn’t sure what kind of lies she told him, but judging by the kind expression Lan Jing gave Lanfen, he bought everything she told him. My jaw clenched and I wished I. could grab her hair and smash her smiling face against the coffee table.
Lan Jing looked at Aren and pointed at the empty spot on the sofa. “Xiaohouzi, come and sit next to Lanfen.”
Aren inhaled through his nostrils, rage more than obvious in his expression. “I will sit only next to my wife. If you don’t have a place for us to sit together, then we’d rather stand.”
Lan Jing got up from his seat and hit the table with his fist. “Ni zemne gan?!” he roared.
I had no idea what Lan Jing said, but I could see that Aren was about to explode in fury. I would gladly let him, but it would only ruin everything we had come here for. I was already mad at myself for what
I was about to do, but this one time, I had to play Lanfen’s game. Of course, I wasn’t going to give her all she wanted. I placed my hand on Aren’s arm while putting the other one on his heart, trying to calm him down, but, at the same time, stating that he was mine. He glanced at me, startled, and I smiled as innocently as I could.
“It’s fine, honey. Your grandfather already had a guest before we came. I’m sure he didn’t mean to upset us. Please sit with Lanfen on the sofa. I will take the chair”-I shifted my gaze to Lan Jing and smiled at him-“if I may.”
Aren’s grandfather widened his eyes on me, and I could see his lips curve into a faint smile. Then he cleared his throat and pointed at a seat for me. “Of course, Ms. Bell. I wanted to talk to you just as much as I wanted to talk to my grandson.”
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Aren stepped closer to the sofa and sent Lanfen an icy glare, making her flinch. He smirked, seeing her shift in her seat further to the edge, leaving more space for Aren to sit. Once he made himself comfortable, his eyes turned to his grandfather. “I’m not certain if Grandfather remembers, but Cora is my wife and has my name already.” Aren’s sarcastic remark instantly put a deep frown on Lan Jing’s face.
I laughed nervously before glaring at Aren. I was getting miles away from my comfort zone trying to act obediently and hyper-politely, and, as much as I was aware that Aren was trying to do that for me, he was actually ruining it all!
“Mr. Lan, perhaps it would be easier if you just call me by my first name?” I suggested, keeping a dumbly innocent smile glued to my face before finally sitting on the chair on the old man’s left.
Lan Jing’s frown slowly faded, giving way to a warm grin. “I will call you haizi, which means a child since I can already tell that I’m going to treat you just like my grandchildren. I call all my grandchildren that way… except for your stubborn husband. I call him xiaohouzi-a youngster because he wants to be taken seriously but occasionally acts like a spoiled brat,” Lan Jing explained and laughed.
Aren rolled his eyes, but, fortunately, decided not to comment. I chuckled, gently covering my mouth with my hand before glancing at Lanfen. She gave me a vicious glare, clearly annoyed that I had drawn Lan
Jing’s attention. She let out a high-pitched laugh that quickly turned the old man’s eyes toward her. “Yeye, ni yao buyao zai lai dian cha?” she asked, reaching for the teapot while smiling at Lan Jing.
That was a low move. Not only did she decide to say it in Chinese so that I wouldn’t understand, but the one thing I did understand was that she called Lan Jing “grandpa”! Lan Jing seemed surprised, but he didn’t scold her for her boldness. He smiled briefly and waved his hand, rejecting her proposal, which I think was about pouring more tea.
Lanfen put the teapot back and bowed before she looked at me and gasped theatrically. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t speak Chinese. I apologize if I made you feel awkward…” She lowered her head.
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