Chapter 14: What Are You Doing Here?

The slap came unexpectedly. With a cold face, Xie Yan said to the man, "Take your sister away. I don't want to see her in my store anymore."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, I slowly emerged from Xie Yan's embrace.

"Xu Xin said your personal life is clean."

He took a helpless step forward, trying to close the distance between us.

Xie Yan looked serious as he said, "She's the sister of the guy next door. The clientele at the tattoo shop is quite diverse, and a tattoo takes a long time to complete. Some customers want to buy things while waiting, and most of the time, it's his sister who delivers them."

Speaking of tattoos, I felt the vampire tattoo on my chest start to heat up, making it impossible for me to ignore its presence.

Tattoos are created millimeter - by - millimeter on the skin. It makes sense that if some impatient customers want to buy things and the boss is too busy, he'd ask his sister to make the delivery.

Even if it's not about delivering things, it's not strange for the two neighboring shops to know each other.

"What about the birthday gifts?" I remembered another thing. "And the key to your house."

He stood right in front of me, wearing a black shirt, black pants, and even black leather shoes. Only his exquisitely - featured face was so handsome that it made one forget to be angry.

However, this was marriage, and I couldn't tolerate the presence of another woman.

Xie Yan noticed my coldness. He helplessly lowered his head and moved closer to me, but I dodged again. He seemed very sad, and his thin lips pressed a little aggrieved explanation.

"The first year I moved here, the day my store opened happened to be her birthday. I didn't know. I just gave her a small cake out of politeness."

After that, as if remembering something, Xie Yan added, "That kind of cake was given to every store. Even the flower - selling grandma at the street corner got one."

So it was just a matter of courtesy.

I was taken aback and instinctively asked Xie Yan, "What about the

key? Don't tell me the grandma also has the key to your house!"

As soon as I asked this, Xie Yan suddenly laughed. He leaned closer, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against my cheek. His warm breath fell on my face, an intimacy that was hard to ignore.

He smiled, his voice low, "You're finally looking at me. I know I was wrong, my dear wife."

Of course, I wouldn't let it go so easily. I continued to keep a straight face and remained silent.

He sighed helplessly and continued to explain, "The guy next door used to do home design. Our home was designed by him."

The refreshing style and high - end yet understated design flashed through my mind, along with the image of that woman's face. I was quite surprised.

It's quite reasonable for a decoration company to have the client's key. If what Xie Yan said was true, then it made perfect sense for that woman to have the key to Xie Yan's house.

All the explanations were given, but I was still angry.

I huffed and walked back to the living room, plopping down on the sofa to look at my phone, deliberately ignoring Xie Yan.

The time on the phone just jumped by a minute. I casually opened the call log and did a quick calculation based on the time. From the moment Xie Yan hung up the phone to his appearance, it only took five minutes.

Thinking that someone rushed over at top speed for my safety, my anger dissipated considerably.

When Xie Yan came over, he was on the phone. He sat down just as he hung up. Leaning forward, he propped his elbow on the sofa and met my eyes.

His jet - black eyes were filled with affection and a smile. His thin lips curved into a gentle arc. When our eyes met, the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

I didn't move, just stared back at him.

"My dear wife, the locksmith will be here in ten minutes. Why don't you set the password?" Xie Yan said. Seeing that I didn't respond, he sat up straight and said seriously, "You don't have to tell me the password. Whether I can enter the house or not depends on you, Mianmian."

It depends on me?

The password to our own house depends on me?

I was so angry that I almost laughed. I retorted, "Then what if you come back first?"

"I'll wait for you at the door," Xie Yan said solemnly.

I was rendered speechless by Xie Yan's words. I didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. It wasn't until Xie Yan pulled me into his arms and gently kissed my cheek with his cool lips that I let out a helpless sigh.

"I'm not trying to interrogate you. But as a married couple, we're supposed to spend our whole lives together. Some things can't be taken lightly."

After I finished speaking, Xie Yan's jet - black eyes stared at me intently, full of pleasant surprise.

"You said you want to spend your life with me?" Xie Yan suddenly hugged me tightly, his strength so great that it seemed he wanted to crush me into his body. He kept muttering, "A lifetime. Mianmian wants to be with me for a lifetime."

I blushed instantly at the man's charming voice by my ear.

What was the difference between this and a public confession?

At the thought of this, I wished I could bury my head in the ground like an ostrich and disappear.

"Mianmian."

While I was in a daze, Xie Yan suddenly let go of me, then quickly grabbed my hand, looking as if we were about to go out. "Come with me. There's something I seem to have forgotten to tell you."

"What is it?"

I was still confused about what it could be when Xie Yan squatted down to put on my shoes. Then he drove all the way to an office building in the city center. The elevator took us directly to the 33rd floor.

The moment the elevator door opened, someone was already waiting at the entrance. I was pulled along by Xie Yan, and soon we entered a luxuriously - decorated room. As soon as Xie Yan sat down, he was called away.

I looked around by myself. The luxurious decoration, high - quality materials, and even the carpet under my feet was made of pure wool.

After looking around, I couldn't figure out what this place was for. Just then, the semi - transparent glass door was pushed open. I

turned my head at the sound and was stunned.

It was actually the boss of the cake shop where I used to intern.

"Mr. Wang, what are you doing here?" I quickly stood up to greet Mr. Wang, but to my surprise, he frowned and looked at me coldly.

"Gu Mian?"

Mr. Wang impatiently tugged at the white gloves on his hands, looked me up and down with disdainful eyes, and then sneered, "Gu Mian, you're not here for consumption, are you?"

Consumption of what?

I was completely speechless. But Mr. Wang wasn't a stranger, so I told him the truth. "I don't even know what this place is."

As soon as I said this, the disdain in Mr. Wang's eyes turned into disgust. I watched as he irritably loosened his tie with his fingertips a few times and then said to me coldly, "Get out. Don't waste my time."

I was shocked by this side of Mr. Wang.

I stared at my former boss in disbelief, feeling a chill run down my spine. When I was interning at his store, although I wasn't the best, I definitely didn't offend him.

Why was he treating me like this out of the blue?

"I came here with my husband. If..."

Before I could finish my words, Mr. Wang interrupted me, glaring at me fiercely. "Stop blabbering. Get out now."