Fool's New Target

January 2, 20XX (Wednesday)

Random Cafe & Zhao Manor

David looked out of the large window and into the skyline of Beijing. He placed the Latte in his hands down into the ordinary brown drink coaster. His subtle smile looked handsome on his face as the sun seems to shine on him making his lips more dazzling. Every woman's eyes that passed by looked and stared at him.

David placed his chin in his palm, supporting his head with his arm on the roundtable. Ever since Mother Chen had disappeared, he had nothing else to do. Doing nothing was stressful. He couldn't release his sexual frustration nor his sadistic need for blood. Mother Chen had been one of the best women he was within his lifespan. She was ranked two after his wife, Christina.

"Hello, Is this seat taken?"

How convenient, just as he had been thinking of looking for a target and a woman appears out of nowhere. This day must be another lucky day for him. The woman had black medium length hair tied in a bun, and she looked far too innocent than his usual target.

"If the woman is single, the seat is available," David said while gesturing to the seat in front of him.

"And if I'm not?" Ye Lan glared at David while carrying her tray of frappuccino and a plate of light breakfast.

"If you take a seat, then I'll consider it as a challenge," David's wicked grin made Ye Lan blushed red in embarrassment. Her eyes shifted toward the busy cafe, looking for another seat available but could not find one. She sighed and sat on the chair without fear.

"Oh, I like a good challenge." David whistled loudly. He smirked; women, they think they were so subtle when they're playing hard to get. If she really loved his man, she wouldn't have sat no matter what. She looked innocent, but it was debatable if she genuinely was. David licked his lips; he liked a woman pretending to be a good woman.

He can work with her. Hopefully, she is a fantastic lay.

Meanwhile, in Zhao Manor, Yang was seating on the coach on the living room with his laptop balanced on his knees as he did his work. On his side was Mei Li hugging a red strawberry shaped pillow he had brought her on a whim when he saw it on a random window on a random store he had passed by from work.

Yang tried to be as still as he could because Mei Li's head was on his shoulder, leaning on him with all the weight she has. He worked without his dominant right hand and typed mostly with his left hand. Yang was silent as he did his work while Mei Li watched her cooking shows and food fights.

"Yang," Mei Li interrupted his work with a soft tug on the hems of his long sleeves. Yang noticed a pattern with her; when she wanted his attention, she would either grip and then tug on the fabric of his shirt or pull on the hems. It was a cute habit that she was beginning to develop. He didn't mind having his clothes wrinkled because of her touches.

Yang looked at her briefly to signal he was listening and returned to typing words to form a business agreement. He hummed a soft, "Hmm."

"Let's go on a date?"

Yang's hands hovered above his keyboard, and his eyes widen in surprise, "What?"

Of all the things that she could say, it was not this that he had expected. Mei Li could have said something logical, but no, she had to shock him every day in his life. His eyes immediately shifted to Mei Li's person. His heart once again behaves like a stupid fanboy meeting his idol for the first time. He cursed his whipped self as Mei Li looked at him with nervous eyes shifting anxiously at the floor as she bit her lips. Yang cursed those rosy lips of hers, too.

"You," Mei Li said while pointed at Yang.

"Me," Mei Li said while pointed at herself.

"Date?" Mei Li said while she acted as if she was eating something on an invisible plate.

Yang touched his nose, helpless when she had acted what she wants. He has an inkling as to why she wanted to have a date with him. His eyes briefly glanced at the television playing a cooking show in front of them. Why does it feel like he is being used by her to try more food? The foodie is strong with this one.

He surrenders to Mei Li's whims as it was the first time she had asked him to go on a date with her. His cheeks had colored with a splash of a pinkish hue when he nodded his head in agreement. He needed to ask her to be his girlfriend soon. He hated being someone who was either her friend or someone she likes. He wants to call her his girlfriend without hesitation. He wants to put a label on this push and pull they currently have.

Hopefully, she was ready and doesn't need to wait again. Yang returned to doing his work as Mei Li looped her left arm with his right and returned to watching the television with a happy grin on her face.

"I'll choose where we are going to go," Mei Li mumbled after a while.

Yang nodded, "I'll pay."

"No," Mei Li denied, "My treat."

Yang's heart leaped. No woman he had dated has ever treated him. It was always the other way around. Mei Li is the first. Hopefully, she will be the last. No, his future daughter needs to treat him to lunch too.

Yang continued to work with a large smile on his lips that mirrored the same one in Mei Li's. This new year has brought him more luck and success with her. May it continue to do so.