7 Redemption

After being pointed out by Fu Mingxia of their cringeworthy situation two weeks ago, Xue Ling and Han Lei did not visit her again until today, when they had no other choices other than discussing about the company matters with her face to face.

Right now, they laze around the backyard's patio, munching on some cookies and chips after their intense discussions and arguments in her home's office.

"XiaXia..you still didn't tell me about the babies.." Xue Ling peeked at her best friend whom getting busy with her tablet.

"It's my redemption." Fu Mingxia uttered without raising her eyes from whatever she was doing.

"Redemption?"

"Yes, I had lost my parents so I guessed they're send to me so I could found life in them."

"I don't understand."

"I felt void in my life when my parents suddenly passed away, so I want to fill that void. Someone told me I can do it with new life's presence, which means newborn baby. I got the babies that day and she adviced me to raise them like my own flesh and blood, so I could have a reason to live my life and a lifetime's goal to fulfill thus ensure I'll strives to my fullest without losing myself in the revenge cycle. I guessed it was a wise decision as I can't get pregnant in the future. Might as well adopt one."

"Mingxia! Don't curse yourself like that."

"It's reality, LingLing. You heard what the doctor had said before."

"I did. But you still have thirty percent chances. It's better than nothing. The doctor is not a God, you know. Afterall, we can try other alternatives to increase your chances."

"Even so, nobody will want a disabled person like me, LingLing. I'll just be a burden for others, like you and Han Lei and the servants."

"Fu Mingxia! You're not a burden for us. Don't speak like we're strangers. You're insulting our long friendship," Xue Ling softly sobbed, feeling insulted by her careless remarks.

"Hey..I'm sorry. That's not what I mean," Fu Mingxia sighed helplessly as she gets closer to her and engulfed her in a hug.

"Miss, he had woken up moments ago. Would you like to cradle him as usual?" Fu Ai interrupted their melancholy atmosphere with a baby in her arms.

"Ah! Yes..give him to me."

Fu Mingxia cradled the baby as she baby-talk with him and made some silly faces while the baby opened and closed his mouth without a noise.

"You looked natural, XiaXia. As if you're a mother before."

"Nah! I felt awkward too the first time I try to carry him. It's already over two weeks they're here. More practice, more better you become."

"You mean practice makes perfect."

"Practice never made perfect, LingLing. There's no perfection in this world. There's only someone doing much better job than you, as the results of their endless efforts." Fu Mingxia shrugged her shoulders.

"Right~~ So what's his name?" Xue Ling pointed at the baby.

"Fu Mingyu."

Xue Ling nodded in approval. "The other?"

"Fu Minsheng."

"You really thought it well, XiaXia."

"Guess so. I can naming your child too if you both want."

"We're not pregnant, XiaXia."

"Yeah, I know. But there's something that I felt confuse."

"What?"

Mischievous glints dancing in Fu Mingxia eyes as she feigning guilt-ridden. "Should I say it?"

"What? Just spill it."

"You both work hard enough here and there but why don't you both produce a bun yet? Did you both done it in a wrong way?" She gave them a rueful grin.

Xue Ling and Han Lei both choked on the air with her uncalled shameless question. Fu Mingxia laughed at their burn faces as they coughing profusely. Xue Ling glared at her before she hiccups after the coughing ceased.

"Here, here..have some cool drink to reduce the burn and your anger," she jested and winked.

"Fu Mingxia! I hate you."

"But I love you. Muahh..muahh.."

.......

Country F. Late evening.

A blasting music reverberated around the private beach club as people dancing, jumping and rubbing their bodies with each other. There's some people hollering and arguing in a corner while some others drunk themselves into oblivion.

A lean man whom wore a black jacket with multiple earrings cavorting down a dim hallway while occasionally smacked some women's butt, playfully whistle at some couple making out along the way and grabbing and kissing some women before he sauntered into one of the billiard room in the back of the club.

"Hey, hey..beauties.. Oh, hi there." He waves and blew a kiss towards a woman and winked at her. She smiled coquettishly while discreetly giving him a small wave.

"Back off, man. She's my woman." A muscular man whom sitting down on a big couch warned and gripped the woman's waist tighter to show his dominance on her.

"Really? Can we share?"

"Fu*k off before I blow off your brain."

"Alright, alright.. But I really like her. Why don't we bet on a pool game then? Whoever win will get her for the night."

"I don't share and she's not a prize."

"Tsk...are you afraid you'll lose? I bet she'll be delighted if you fight for her, right darling?"

The woman giddying nodded and coyly runs her fingers on the man exposed robust chest.

"I never lose before. You better think twice before you made the bet, young man."

"Well~ There's nothing to lose right? If I win, I get her. If you win, then I'll just walk out of the room."

"Pft..you're really naive if you thought you can walk out unscathed after you lose."

From the corner of his eyes, the lean man can see several men inside the room cracking and stretching their knuckles and limbs. He smirked inwardly with their actions. 'This will be fun.'

"Yo, yo bro.. Don't be violent okay. Why don't I be your slave for a day as my punishment?"

"Hahahaha..alright then. I'll let you choose the game as a token of my kindness."

"You sure?"

"Yeah..go on."

"Chicago then."

The muscular man stood up and asked one man to rack the balls. He tossed a cue stick to the lean man and grabbed one for himself.

"You can go first." The lean man proposed. "My token of kindness."

The muscular man laughed at his remark. "Alright. Don't regret it later." The lean man just shrugged and signaled him to break the balls.

..

Twenty minutes later, the lean man cavorting out of the room down another hallway until he arrived back at the pub. By the time he sat opposite the bartender's counter and order his whiskey, he had a brown jacket on his body without any piercings on his ears. A curvy woman with skimpy dress approached him and sensuously rubs her exposed cleavage on his arm before she whispered something in his ear.

The man nodded before he downed his whiskey and went out with the woman in his embrace.

Meanwhile back in the billiard room thirty minutes ago, the trophy woman screamed until her throat hurt when she watched the young man crippled all the men inside the room and eventually killing the muscular man with only a cue stick as his weapon before he sling the stick away and walked out.