Chapter 20 (Part 2)

Bobby was fast asleep after eating half the pizza. There were eight slices before they were eaten. His stomach did not have enough space for desserts. Riya and Liang were looking at Bobby sleeping on the sofa. They were amazed by the four slices of pizza he ate in one go. Both of them had two slices each so they could have room for dessert. Riya made two mini milk tarts. She kept the third one in the fridge for Bobby. After Riya watched him eating the third slice of pizza, she already knew that he was not going to eat dessert. The tarts were already plated up nicely with edible flowers. Liang took a plate of the tart. He broke a small piece and put it in his mouth. He nodded while chewing the piece.

"This is delicious.", he said then took another piece.

"I love milk tart.", she took a piece of the milk tart.

"It tastes similar to custard tart."

"Yep."

Bobby started snoring louder than before. Riya and Liang looked at him while eating their tarts. "Oh baby, come to me. We can have some fun.", Bobby was talking in his dreams.

Riya looked at him weirdly. She did not know whether she wanted to laugh or have a straight face. So, she decided to ask Liang. "Does he always talk in his sleep?", she asked.

"Only when he is drunk."

"Well, he did drink almost three bottles of beers.", Riya pointed at the bottles on the table.

"True. After he drinks the second bottle, he is half drunk.", Liang took a sip of his coffee.

"Wow. I did have a wonderful time. Apart from the argument between me and Michael."

"That was funny to watch though. Did the frame really cost fifty thousand yuans?", Liang was curious.

"Nope, it was less than that. While I was touching it, some of the gold paint was coming onto my hands.", she answered.

"I also thought so. What did Bingting get you?", he pointed at the four GUCCI bags next to her.

Riya looked at the bags. She put her tart on the coffee table. She really wanted to see what Bingting bought for her. She popped her head into a bag next to her then froze immediately. She even made a sound like she was clearing her throat. Liang looked at her for a minute.

"What's wrong?", he asked.

Riya did not respond to the answer. Liang was becoming interested. He put the plate on the coffee table. He moved from his seat to sit next to her. He sat next to the four shopping bags. There were so many things popping out of the bag.

Liang popped him into a bag. "Wow.", he said in not an exciting way.

Riya picked up something that looked like a see-through dress. If she wore that, it was going to be too revealing. She looked at Liang with an annoyed expression. "Really.", she said.

Liang could not even look at the dress. "Is there anything...", he was looking inside the bag? "This is a nice dress.", he picked up a red semi-long dress.

Riya looked up to see the dress. "It does. It's beautiful to wear on dates or weddings."

"It is.", he put the dress in the bag. Then he found some busy jewelry sets in the bag. "I doubt you will wear any of the busy jewelry."

"Nope. I also found shoes and some of those sexy bras. I don't know what to do with these bras.", she put them back into the bag.

"Me either."

"Even though I don't wear most of them but I will keep them. Bingting went out of her way to get me some gifts so I will use them mainly at home. Those busy jewelry would go well on a simple dress."

She started packing whatever she took out of the bag. She had a feeling that the rest of the bags would have the same things. Her phone vibrated on the coffee table. She looked at her phone and it was Michael. That man was getting on her nerves. Did he have nothing to do so he had to bother her? Riya eventually picked up her phone in case it was work-related.

What? You not coming to my party on Thursday, huh?!

Riya rolled her eyes. She got so excited that he might have allowed her to work as a Pastry Chef. Her hopes were too high for that. She messaged him back.

With that type of attitude, there's no need for me to come to your party. I have too many things to do in my life.

She sent the message then put her phone back on the table. She knew that he would respond but she was going to ignore it. Liang and continued looking at the other bags. Her phone vibrated twice. Michael could be swearing at her, not with swearing words. He was probably shouting at her on the message and in his mind. She ignored his messages.