UNHAPPY SIQING

QianQian walked in to the living room and placed her handbag and blazer on the couch. She was surprised to see Lu Siqing awake and he was already basking in the sun.

He was seated on the floor one leg folded and his other injured leg was straightened out. He leaned on the wall with his eyes closed enjoying the morning sun.

He always sleeps in so she rarely has breakfast with him. She was surprised to see him awake and basking in the sun. Was the sun rising from the west today?

"You are early today" she said looking at his back.

Lu Siqing turned and looked at her " it's boring to stay in bed'

" Ok. Then join me for breakfast" she said walking in to the dinning room and sat down.

He looked at her for a while then he smiled. She really looked good in suits it felt like suits were meant to be won by her.

He stood up supporting himself on the crutch then followed her to the table and they silently had their breakfast. " Aunty Zhao" she called.

Mrs Zhao was in the kitchen washing the dishes. She responded quickly walking to her with a smile. "QianQian what's wrong"

"Aunty Zhao, I won't be back for dinner tonight. I have a social gathering to attend so you'll only make dinner for Siqing " she said then looked at Siqing who seemed to be minding his own business. His head was bowed, almost touching his bowl. He seemed to be enjoying his breakfast. "And you Siqing, you shouldn't wait up for me."

" Okay" he replied amid chewing his wantons. He was so focused on this bowl that he didn't care about anything else.

She stood up and left the table leaving Mrs Zhao and Siqing staring at her retreating back each with different thoughts only known to themselves.

Mrs Zhao sighed as she picked up the utensils left by QianQian. "Aunty Zhao are you worried about something?" Lu Siqing asked looking at her.

"Am worried that she will come back drank again. Her stomach can't handle too much alcohol" she said sighing again.

QianQian had been in the business industry for a while now and she had to attend many social gatherings which required her to drink most of the time.

Mrs Zhao had seen how much alcohol had affected Mr Su's health making him retire from work earlier than expected. She was worried. Worried that QianQian would end up the same way as her father.

" Does she drink a lot during social gatherings?" He asked

" Yeah. I have seen her come back drunk everytime she attends those gatherings. She said that wine is a normal thing during interactions in the business world" she said picking up the utensils and taking them to the sink. She then came back and looked at Siqing. " I won't be here at night so can I ask you for a favor?"

" Yes aunty. You can ask"

" I will make some sobering soup for her and some honey water. Incase she comes back drunk can you give it to her" Mrs Zhao asked.

" Don't worry aunty. I will make sure she finishes the whole bowl of soup before she goes to bed" he said smiling.

Miss Zhang smiled at him then walked back to the kitchen. She didn't ask much because she believed that Siqing would keep his word.

Later in the night QianQian came back drunk. She stumbled into the house with her legs wobbling. Loosing control over her feet she supported herself on the door.

She had been restraining herself all the way home trying not to show that she was drunk but once she entered that familiar environment she let her guard down letting herself go.

She felt very dizzy. Being in this industry for so long she had learnt how to control her alcohol intake and not get drank but today was a very different situation.

With so many people ganging up against her at the party she couldn't just push them away and leave without drinking. She knew they were trying to set her up by picking on her repeatedly but she just maintained a smile playing along with them.

She had worked so hard to get to where she was she won't sit around and just watch as some people try to take her down. She had to fight back but she had to fight strategically.

That's why she got so drunk tonight. She wanted to prove that she was strong but now her strength disappeared. He fake strong woman and high alcohol tolerance facade died after entering the house. She collapsed at the door after changing her slippers.

Siqing who was waiting for her in the living room saw her walking in he hurried over to help her. Supporting her, he helped her over to the sofa. He stummbled due to much force on his injured leg falling on the couch with her falling on top of him and her lips slightly brushed over his lips.

He laid there dumbfounded his eyes almost popping out of their sockets,wide with shock. Did they just kiss? The soft feeling he felt when her lips brushed on his felt so foreign. He hadn't kissed anyone before and experiencing it all of a sudden left him unable to control his shock.

After his brain processed what had just happened he hurriedly pushed her away. He felt like had just been electrocuted.

He quickly got up and supported her to seat comfortably then ran in to the kitchen and stood there in shock not knowing what to do next. His cheeks and ears were burning hot and had turned red.

He opened the sink and let the water ran on his palms for a while then lightly touched his cheeks with it hoping to cool down. He stood there for a while soothing his chaotic nerves and racing heart .

He turned back took the pot and poured the sobering soup in to a bowl then walked back to the couch. He sat beside her supporting her and let her lay in his arms feeding her the soup spoon by spoon.

After feeding her, he helped her to bed and carefully covered her with the quilt. He picked the remote and adjusted the AC before walking out. He walked back in with the honey water and placed it on the bedside table. He looked her twice before walking out and going to his room

That night Lu Siqing didn't sleep at all. He tossed and turned in bed all night. All he thought about was his first kiss. He always thought that it would be memorable but what happened was so unexpected. Why didn't he get time to prepare for it!!

He woke up the next morning looking like a panda with giant eye bags under his eyes that could not be concealed. He stood in front of the mirror looking at himself and sighed.

Walking in to the dinning room he came across QianQian. Seeing him limping in with his panda eyes, QianQian couldn't help but laugh.

"What happened to you? Why do you look like that" she asked while laughing.

" It's nothing. I didn't sleep well last night" he replied avoiding her gaze

He sat down and started having his breakfast. However his eyes kept wandering off to her lips. He tried to focus on his food but he couldn't. He wanted to feel the softness of her lips again but this time he wanted to do it properly.

Startled by his own thoughts he shook his head and continued eating silently. He was becoming a pervert!

QianQian felt that something was wrong with him. He was always a chatter box during breakfast talking about this and that but today he was surprisingly quiet. " Are you okay?" She asked looking at him

"Yeah am okay" he replied his eyes wondering all over the table; darting left and right just to avoid her gaze. QianQian felt uncomfortable with the his behavior. She stood up placing her hand on his forehead.

Startled by the sudden skin contact, Siqing jumped off his seat. QianQian looked at him surprised not understanding his reaction. Noticing that he had overreacted he calmed himself " Am full" he said limping back to his room.

QianQian watched his back then turned to look at Mrs Zhao. " Aunty Zhao, do you also feel that he is acting wierd?" She asked.

Mrs Zhao just smiled at her then looked at the retreating figure " Don't mind him. Maybe it's related to his lack of sleep"

She had noticed Siqing's discomfort as well as his gaze on QianQian. She felt like something must happen between them yesterday night when QianQian was drunk. She wanted to ask Siqing later but thought against it. He was probably shy right now and wouldn't reveal anything.

Suddenly she felt envious of the young people. They still had time to experience somethings. Youth is really good.