Chapter 190: A Birthday for Two (Next)

Cheng Ming was cooking in the kitchen with his apron on, and Ye Mei held the hot brown sugar ginger water and asked, “Xiao Ming, do you want me to help?”

“No, you’d only be doing me a favor right now, sitting on the couch and not making a mess is the best way to help.”

“Don’t underestimate me.” Ye Mei huffed and said with puffed up cheeks.

There was no TV on because she wanted to hear Cheng Ming’s voice and the noise he was making, it would let her know she wasn’t alone.

“Sayaka, did you put the pads on? Changed to a clean fat one? Still bleeding?”

“None of them!” Ye Mei said as she pressed the hem of her skirt in embarrassment.

“Wearing dirty fatigues will infect your wounds instead, go get a new one.”

“Clean chubby is in my room, far away.”

Could this be considered far? But considering Ye Mei was now in a state where she couldn’t move independently, it was indeed quite far.

“I’ll get it for you.”

“Is it okay if the kitchen isn’t watched?”

“It’s okay, the pot is boiling, it’s okay to leave it for a while, what style and color of fatigues do you want to wear?”

“Whatever you like.”

What do you mean, I like it? Isn’t that weird? It’s not like you’re wearing it for me.

“By the way, where do you keep your fat ass.”

“In that drawer under the closet, all over.”

“All, so many?”

“I haven’t lost any since I was a kid.”

“You’re so nostalgic?”

“When my mom was still alive she told me not to throw my old clothes away, that I could give them to my sister to wear, and I kept them.”

Sister? Does that mean the unborn child?

But when it was aborted, I’m afraid there was no way to even know if it was a boy or a girl. Auntie To seems a bit bewitched.

Cheng Ming went upstairs to find a cotton white fat, can not expose their own xp system, Ye Mei also did not buy a strange type of fat is it, are moderate.

“Is this one okay?”

Fatty spun around Cheng Ming’s fingers.

“Really, don’t use it for fun.”

“I’m sorry.”

Subconsciously, I played with it.

程明毕恭毕敬地递上胖次，厨房里发出「噗通噗通」的响声，水开了。

Cheng Ming used this as an excuse to run back into the kitchen.

Yemi put the pads on the clean chubby before slipping her hands up her skirt to remove the dirty chubby.

Four dishes and one soup, one meat and three vegetables, all home cooking, nothing unusual.

Cheng Ming is also good at home cooking, if you want him to do something fancy, he won’t.

The dining table was warmly lit, and the bright-eyed Ye Mei ate elegantly.

After eating, Cheng Ming put the cake on the table, lifted the lid, inserted fifteen candles, and lit them one by one with a lighter.

“Sayaka, make a wish.”

Ye Mei folded her hands together, closed her eyes and said, “Sleep well.”

Is it such a simple and small wish?

“Ah, isn’t it true that you can’t say your wish out loud or it won’t work.”

“You can make another wish.” Cheng Ming suggested, “By the way, should we turn off the lights before blowing out the candles, it’s more atmospheric.”

“No, I don’t like the dark.”

Whew–

Ye Mei blew out the candles, Cheng Ming cut off a piece of cake with strawberry and handed it to Ye Mei.

The two layers of cake were rather a bit too much for the two to finish.

I’m sure my sister would be happy if she was there.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Ye Mei, who had a mouth full of cream, asked rhetorically.

“Ah, I don’t really have a sweet tooth, so you eat.”

“But I can’t finish such a big cake, it would be nice if Jing Jing and Xiao Li came too ……”

Both sides fell into silence and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

There was always something between the two of them, selectively forgetting the unpleasantness in order to talk and laugh.

Previously both had a good understanding not to poke holes in it.

But now, Ye Mei not only stabbed through, but also heavily stabbed herself.

“Jing must not want to see me, right?”

Ye Mei lowered her head, her eyelashes slightly converging.

“I don’t know, even if I’m her boyfriend, I can’t make that decision for her, I’d have to ask her personally. Although I don’t like sweets, but today is your birthday, I’ll make an exception and have some.”

Cheng Ming left all the strawberries for Ye Mei and cut a piece of cake for himself.

“Ming, you just said it’s my birthday today, so I can eat whatever I want, right?”

“What else do you want to eat? I’ll go get it for you now.”

“No need to buy it, we have it at home.” Ye Mei said as she stood up.

“Where is it? Let me get it for you, can you walk?”

Cheng Ming, who was afraid that Ye Mei would fall, hurriedly walked over to assist her arm, and together they walked towards the closet, where Ye Mei pointed to the red wine bottle in the cabinet and said, “I want to try drinking.”

“You want a drink?”

“No?”

“It’s not impossible, and the degree of red wine is not too high, the first time someone who has never drank wine drinks red wine, even if they get drunk, it’s not uncomfortable. But you’re coming to relatives, right, and I don’t understand if you can drink red wine during your period.”

Cheng Ming, as a big man, knew that it was already the limit for a girl to drink more hot water and brown sugar water during her period and not to eat cold food.

“I don’t think so, red wine counts as cold food.”

Cheng Ming could understand Ye Mei’s desire to drown her sorrows in alcohol and try something new.

In his previous life, Cheng Ming also picked up the habit of smoking after a drastic change in his family.

But he and Zhao Lei are poor boys, can not afford to buy a whole pack of cigarettes, and only occasionally buy loose cigarettes to smoke, but also have bought cigarette paper and tobacco to roll their own, like an old grandfather.

The source of most of the cigarettes was from the big brother that Zhao Lei knew and they would share the cigarettes.

Another part of the cigarettes was when I was working as a webmaster in Xiao Ma’s Da Tang Internet cafe, helping to clean the cafe, some customers would leave their cigarette boxes, which sometimes had cigarettes in them, and sometimes did not.

If there is a lot left in a good pack, Cheng Ming and Zhao Lei will not dare to move. If there were only one or two cigarettes left in a pack, Cheng Ming and Zhao Lei would just smoke them.

“Can’t we do it no matter what?” Ye Mei weakly pleaded.

Blocking is not as good as dredging, red wine is placed at home, there is more than one bottle, Ye Mei will drink sooner or later, it is better to Cheng Ming to watch her drink, control the amount, what adverse reactions can also be taken care of on the sidelines.

“It’s okay to drink a little bit, it just gives you a stomach ache.”

“It’s okay if it’s just a stomach ache, I can handle it, I’m used to it.”

“Don’t get into this bad habit.”

Cheng Ming took down a bottle of sweet sparkling wine and two high class looking goblets from the cabinet, Ye Bin Song was quite good at enjoying life.

Cheng Ming poured half a glass of red wine for himself and Ye Mei respectively.

Ye Mei lowered her head first and sniffed, there was a fruity fragrance.

Ye Mei stuck out her tongue and licked it, the taste was sweet and sour, addictive.

“I saw it on TV, you have to drink a toast to drink, right, cheers.” Ye Mei said as she raised her highball glass.

“Cheers, and oh yeah, happy birthday.”

Bang–

There was a crisp rattle between the goblets.

“Thanks for coming to keep me company today, I thought I was alone again.”

Ye Mei gently sipped and finished off the red wine in her glass, a faint blush rising on her face.

“Ming, give me some more.”

Ye Mei plopped down on the dining table, her cheek pressed against the cold tabletop, straightened her arm, and handed her highball glass to Cheng Ming.

“No, I just said I could only drink a little.”

“Give it to me, give it to me.” Ye Mei rolled her arms and pouted.

“But ……”

“I drank the wine and it all felt like my body was warmed up and comfortable, where is this cold and raw food, ha ……”

Ye Mei tugged at her collar and exhaled a hot breath.

“Then drink a little more.”

Cheng Ming added half a glass of wine to Ye Mei.

“Xiao Ming, let’s go outside the courtyard and drink while blowing the night breeze, otherwise it’s so hot.” Ye Mei fanned herself next to her ear and pointed to the outside of the living room.

There was a rattan chair in the courtyard of the villa, and Cheng Ming helped Ye Mei to sit down on it.

Refreshing moonlight sprinkled on the body of the two, Nanming City is not a big city, the development is also lagging behind, light pollution is not serious. Even in the city, looking up, you can see the deep blue dense sky.

A slightly hot breeze ruffled their cheeks and messed up their bangs.

Ye Mei sipped her wine and talked about the past.

“My mom’s favorite place to sit is on this wicker chair waiting for me to come home from school. But she always called me by the wrong name, calling me Yeonyeon, which is actually my sister’s name, and when I went to elementary school, she thought I was still in kindergarten, but she didn’t get to see me in my middle school uniform.”

“My mom also had a baby doll that she always held and called her sister’s name, and took care of her in the second floor nursery and fed her.”

“My mom is normal as hell again sometimes, calls me by my right name, cooks a good meal and waits for me to eat it, and will buy me nice little dresses, and that’s my favorite time of year.”

“Sometimes it’s just going crazy looking for my unborn sister and making a mess of the house, and I hate that about my mom, it’s scary.”

“When I was in the sixth grade, my mother was hospitalized, I went to visit her every day, she was getting weaker and weaker, she was always on a drip, she didn’t recognize me any more, she told me to take good care of my younger sister, why didn’t she care more about me, she always chanted about my younger sister who had never been born, I was obviously her daughter too!”

Ye Mei’s delicate body trembled, did not hold the cup steadily, and the cup that came out of her hand fell to the ground, shattering into a ground of glass slag.

Cheng Ming asked in alarm, “What’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

“Tummy ache.”

Ye Mei covered her stomach, her face twisted.

“Menstrual cramps?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“I told you not to drink so much, I’ll rub it for you.”

Ye Mei collapsed into Cheng Ming’s arms, her big hand covered her belly as if it was the last day of the midterm exams, gently rubbing her belly, while the other hand stroked her head.

Cheng Ming’s state of mind had also changed quite drastically, at that time it was impatient, disgusted, and disliked, but now it was compassionate, tender, and celebratory.

If he had ignored Ye Mei that day, I’m afraid Ye Mei wouldn’t have invited him into the house to sit down.

Under Cheng Ming’s touch, Ye Mei, whose body dripped with hot currents, bent her legs and lay on the rattan chair, resting on Cheng Ming’s thighs, and continued:

“Until one day, mom never woke up again, I wore a white funeral dress, many relatives came to the house, and dad cried a lot. But I couldn’t shed a single tear. Little Ming, was I a bad boy?”

Saying that, Ye Mei covered her face and cried bitterly.

“That’s just that you were too young to know your mom was gone, so you didn’t feel sad.”

“I know, it’s because I didn’t cry when I found out my mom was gone, you hate me even more don’t you? I ……”

Ye Mei said in a terse voice, “I can’t believe I’m such a cold-blooded person, my mom is gone, my dad was arrested for doing bad things, my friends are all far away from me, you’re the only one left, you’re the only one I have left, will you leave me too? Will you?”

“It won’t.” Cheng Ming said with certainty.

Cheng Ming wonders if there is a genetic component to this, or if it is the result of an acquired environment of lack of love.

Ye Mei’s mental state seemed to be just as unstable as her mother’s.

How would Ye Mei feel if she knew that he was the key driver in sending her dad in, and had used her trust to take the key video from the computer and then the stronghold of the rendezvous from the video.

Will it collapse?

I don’t know. It’s better for Ye Mei.

Even a lie becomes true if it is told a thousand times.

Cheng Ming also didn’t want him and Ye Mei to also retaliate to retaliate to retaliate to retaliate to retaliate to retaliate to retaliate to retaliate to retaliate to retaliate, and the father’s feud was over.

Or maybe the backlash of Ye Bin Song’s single, one-sided, incomprehensible hatred is eaten by him alone.

“Ming, can you stay with me tonight? I want to get a good night’s sleep, I can only sleep well with you around, that’s my birthday wish.”