My Weekend Lover Turned Out To Be My Boss - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Six Months Ago – “Be Happier Than Me”

Regardless of whether the view outside the window each morning was clear skies or continuous rain, the moment I opened my eyes, admiring her felt like a sacred ritual; she was the world’s unparalleled scenery. Just like now, she was still in the marginal state between shallow sleep and waking. Even though her back was turned to me, the smooth shoulder exposed to my gaze made me unable to resist reaching out a finger to gently stroke and draw circles, as even the slightest movement could ignite an uncontrollable passion in my heart.

Suddenly, she rolled over. Phoebe squinted her eyes, habitually burrowing her head into my embrace and snuggling closer. I rubbed her long hair; every strand felt like my happiness. Deeply inhaling the unique fragrance of her neck, I felt like an addict caught in an ineffable obsession—this life was impossible without her.

Staring at her tranquil sleeping face, it had been almost ten years since we first met. Time was truly biased, never bearing to leave the slightest mark on her cheek. I was grateful that life had bestowed upon me such breathtaking beauty, a comfortable sight that I could enjoy all by myself.

Phoebe mumbled, about to raise her head for a simple, clear morning kiss, but I grabbed her waist and spoiled the mood by singing a ‘nursery rhyme’: “Little bird says good morning, good morning, good morning, you should come and screw with me~”

Therefore, it was a miracle that a thick-skinned person like me, whose shamelessness reached the heavens, hadn’t been crushed by the naturally regal Phoebe. Her eyes were cool and detached; all traces of sleep had completely vanished. She shook her head in annoyance, broke free from my hug, pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. I pouted, clutching the pillow that still held her lingering scent, and muttered softly, “Even a thousand-year-old iceberg is warmer than you.”

Bored, I slipped on my slippers and slumped back into the corner of the bedroom sofa, continuing to play dead. Phoebe wore a black silk, unbuttoned dressing gown that reached her ankles. The rose patterns cascading from her chest to her thighs accentuated her beautiful face. The sash was loosely tied, and her distinct collarbone and the hint of curves beneath made one’s imagination run wild.

I stared at her, mesmerized, as she busied herself moving back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom. After washing up and getting ready, she went into the walk-in closet and chose a calm, mature work outfit: a dark-gold, thin blouse with a beautiful bow tied at the neck, and black, cropped pencil pants into which the shirt hem was tucked, making her spine look even straighter.

Women, these creatures, when they have good figures, whatever they wear has an effect that inspires desire. At least for me, Phoebe was like an eternally effective aphrodisiac; the moment she crooked a finger, all I could do was surrender.

She sat at the dressing table, picking and choosing from a pile of expensive skincare and makeup products. Since waking up, she hadn’t said a single word to me. Phoebe was notoriously sparing with words, and I was used to it. Just as I was considering whether to find something to talk about, she had finished applying a tasteful, light makeup and began to gather her designer handbag. The more silent she was, the more captivating her innate aura became.

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open hastily. A small, chubby figure darted in. Qingfan, hugging a doll I’d won for her during an outing, her hair a mess, scurried onto the bed and started jumping around excitedly, chirping loudly: “Da Fan! Da Fan! I can’t find my socks!”

I let out a hearty laugh, got up, and pounced onto the bed, tickling Qingfan. The little one let out fits of giggles and we played around: “Da Fan! Kisses!!!”

I cupped the little girl’s head and peppered her with frantic kisses, making loud “bo-bo-bo” sounds. The little one shrieked with laughter again. Phoebe stood by the bed, watching the two of us—one big, one small—causing a commotion. Her tone finally held a trace of warmth as she orderly instructed: “I have an important meeting at the company today, and a social engagement tonight. Don’t wait for me for dinner. I’m leaving now.”

Qingfan and I looked at each other, then turned back to Phoebe: “You haven’t had breakfast yet!”

“It’s rush hour, the roads will be congested. I’ll eat when I get to the office.”

“Oh… then the child and I will walk you to the car.”

I picked up Qingfan and followed Phoebe downstairs. Once in the garage, Phoebe opened the car door, ready to leave. Qingfan extended her arms, seeking a hug from her mother, but Phoebe didn’t indulge the child’s affection, merely leaving a lipstick mark on her forehead.

Once Phoebe was in the driver’s seat, I leaned over the slight gap in the car window and gave a simple reminder: “Drive safely. Don’t drink too much tonight. Call me, and I’ll come pick you up.”

“Mhm, we’ll see.”

Staring at the shadow of Phoebe’s car as she drove away, I felt a little lost and hesitated to speak, finally murmuring to myself: “Tomorrow is Qingfan’s last semester opening ceremony for the senior class.”

After sending off the queen of our family, I hugged Qingfan and teased her: “Come on, let’s go back and find your socks! You haven’t brushed your teeth yet, hurry up and get ready for breakfast. And then…”

The little one pinched my cheek, leaned in, and bit my ear, chirping again: “And then what?”

“You start school tomorrow, so I’m taking you out to play right now!”

Hearing I was taking her out, Qingfan was so excited she waved her arms and legs: “Where? Where are we going?”

“First, we’ll go to your Aunt Soso’s house, pick up your little brother Xiaozhuang, and I’ll take you two to the Ocean Park!”

The little one struggled, wanting me to let go of her. I set her down on the floor, and she urgently tugged at my trousers, urging: “Go, go, go! Don’t drag your feet!”

Oh dear, that tone! She sounds like a little adult! Back in Qingfan’s bedroom, I moved a small stool in front of the sink. She would hop onto the stool like a frog and ‘ribbit, ribbit,’ which was our daily ritual. I squeezed toothpaste onto her brush and handed it to her. Then, she would sing a nursery rhyme while brushing: “Little toothbrush in my hand, must brush morning and night, brush upper teeth down, brush lower teeth up, brush inside and out~”

The little one didn’t forget to wiggle her butt to the rhythm while reciting. I also wiggled my butt and recited with her. Finally, we gargled with water, spitting out the mouthful of foam together. Once the washing up was entirely done, I picked her up and flew her around like an airplane until we reached the bed. I found a nice outfit and dressed her. Finally, I found the missing sock. I poked her little head: “Little liar, did you think I wouldn’t find the sock you hid under the pillow?”

Qingfan struck a cool Ultraman pose and gave a thumbs up: “Little Fan’s sock journey was discovered by Little Fan~”

I was amazed at myself for tirelessly playing detective games every day and having so much fun with this little girl. After tidying up the room, we walked hand-in-hand down to the dining room. The house-help had already prepared breakfast. We sat next to each other, picked up slices of toasted bread, spread jam on them, and handed them to each other like exchanging gifts. Then, we began to feast.

In the words of our head of the household, Lan Feiyi: ‘I thought it was a good thing that you raised this child not to be a picky eater. Now look, she cries hungry no matter how much she eats every day, you’ve completely turned her into a hungry wolf!’