Entangled with My Professor's Son

When I went to visit my mentor's house during the New Year's Day, I got drunk and blurted out that I wanted to marry someone just like him.

"Your mentor has been married, but he has a son," said a young man leaning against the wall, laughing freely.

1

The first time I met my mentor's son, he had been in my arms. He slept soundly and he didn't make a move.

But why was he in my arms?

I was so startled that I kicked him away.

The boy woke up. His eyes were so beautiful. He felt wronged and said, "It hurts." I was stunned. "Bastard! Who are you?" I trembled as I reached for my phone, but I grabbed a belt.

"You kissed me but you don't know who I am..." He looked at me with a face full of grievance.

"I... I must have been drunk."

The air was silent for a moment.

"Brad Simpson."

He looked up at me, gently telling me the name.

Brad Simpson? If I remembered it correctly, my mentor's son was Brad Simpson.

2

"This must be a misunderstanding!" I reached out to pull him up, trying to explain. But when he saw what I was holding, he was stunned.

"Can we talk with each other more friendly? Put the belt down."

I...I looked down and realized I was holding the belt.

He seemed to be sad.

I threw the belt away, "No... Believe me! I am not going to hit you."

"Do you think I will believe you?" He glanced at me, "Unzip it. I want to pee."

My heart skipped a beat.

I finally noticed that my zipper was stuck with his clothes.

"Why are you yelling? What does it have to do with me?"

I muttered while unzipping.

"Can you help me over there?"

I was so embarrassed. I quickly unzipped the clothes and then ran out, stumbling.

3

I ran out of the room quickly. I realized that I was quite unfamiliar with the surroundings.

Then I suddenly remembered I was at my mentor's house.

I came to wish him a Happy New Year yesterday, and now... my life was over..."Maisie."

My mentor's wife called me, making me shocked.

"Good... good morning, Ma'am."

I stood against the wall, my heart trembling with fear.

I had mixed expressions.

"Maisie, didn't you sleep well last night?" She asked worriedly.

"Good... very good... really good!"

I clutched the hem of my clothes.

"Maisie, your mentor went for a morning run. If you're hungry..." She seemed to be confused, probably wondering what happened to me.

"I'm not hungry!" I interrupted her, "I'll wait for the teacher to come back."

"Good girl."

She gave me an approving look.

The next second, she went to knock on Brad's door.

I quickly stepped forward to stop her.

I couldn't imagine what would happen if she saw Brad in his current state.

"Ma'am... He doesn't eat breakfast."

She was confused. So I said, "He has told me about it."

"Oh, when he came back, you had been asleep?" "Ah!" "Did you run into him while getting water?" "Ah... yes, yes."

I nodded my head vigorously.

"He's spoiled. He often wants to sleep and doesn't care about the guest..." She started to nag about him.

"It's normal to be lazy."

Besides, he looked so weak now that I could probably defeat him.

I agreed while pushing her towards the kitchen.

"By the way, how old is he?" I asked casually.

"He's a sophomore in college but he is still so lazy."

Sophomore?

I breathed a sigh of relief.

3

Later, I helped the mentor's wife make sweet rice dumplings and chatted with her about family matters. But I was extremely nervous.

Yesterday, my mom asked me to bring some local specialties to my mentor.

My local specialty was wine.

My mentor was very happy and insisted that I should stay for dinner.

I got drunk and kept praising my mentor.

"If I ever get married, I want to marry a good man like you!" "Your teacher has been married, but he has a son!" My mentor's wife laughed.

The atmosphere became a bit awkward.

"Forget it, that brat is good for nothing. He doesn't deserve her!" My mentor cursed and drank another cup.

My mentor's wife and I burst out laughing.

"Maisie, you still have to continue the experiment. Since it's New Year's Day, take some time to write the experiment plan."

I was stunned.

This was my strict mentor.

Even when he got drunk, he still thought about making me write the plan.

He wouldn't let me go even during New Year's Day. "It shouldn't be a problem, right?

You don't think I'm exploiting you, do you?" He asked.

I was helpless, "Of course not. You do good for me."

I said so against my will. I kept praising him but I felt bitter in my heart.

I was being exploited by him almost all year around.

My mom said that I should bring some local specialties to my mentor during New Year's Day, hoping he might be lenient.

I had never expected that he would be even stricter when drunk.

At dinner, his son seemed to be out and he didn't come back.

However, in the middle of the night, I got up to pee and walked in his son's room.

Because I had been suffering for so long, I took out all my frustrations on his son.

I shamelessly made love with such an young boy.

4

In the morning, while eating sweet rice dumplings, my mentor came back. "Maisie, have you come up with any ideas for the experiment I mentioned yesterday?"

"Ah! A little." I lied nervously.

If I said I spent the night with his son and forgot all about the experiment, would he kill me with his eyes?

"Why do you talk about the experiment during New Year's Day! Let the child relax herself," his wife scolded him.

"You don't understand. Research is a lifelong commitment."

My mentor looked serious.

"Don't worry, I'll go back and draft a preliminary plan and submit it to you."

I immediately promised.

My mentor nodded his head in satisfaction.

Suddenly, the TV broadcasted that a young girl was kidnapped by a stranger and the man was sentenced to several years... My mentor's wife glanced at the TV and said, "Such men should be in prison forever!" I was stunned and the chopsticks holding the sweet dumplings fell to the ground.

I bent down to pick them up. I involuntarily looked at that room and my heart was beating fast.

My mind kept thinking about how many years in prison... At this moment, the door opened.

I was shocked and I stood up at once.

A young man in a black down jacket and knitted hat kicked the door open.

I looked up and found it was Brad! Then I lowered my head again.

It seemed that he was here to confront me.

"You're up. Do you want breakfast?" His mother greeted him.

"No."

His voice was lazy, with a hint of morning grumpiness.

"If you keep skipping breakfast, you will have a stomachache. Don't get away with it just because you're young!" She started to lecture.

Brad stood there and his blue-dyed hair was eye-catching. "You, come here!"

I looked at my mentor, then at his wife. My mind went blank.

The truth was about to come out.

5

"Show some respect. You can call her Maisie." My mentor put down his chopsticks with a dissatisfied sound.

"It's okay..." I quickly said.

"Maisie?"

Brad sneered, raising his eyebrows at me disdainfully, "I'll give you three seconds."

"Okay." I immediately gave in.

Then, I followed him out, feeling defeated.

As soon as we got outside, I covered his mouth, nervously watching the door.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

He lowered his head, quietly looking at me. He sprayed his breath on my palm, which made me feel itchy.

"Go to the hospital with me."

Hospital?

I took several seconds to think about his words and then whispered, "You can get medicine at the pharmacy. It's no big deal."

Why should he go to the hospital, making such a big fuss, trying to get rid of me?

He was silent for a while, then took a deep breath, "I don't feel well."

He turned his face away, and I saw a hint of redness.

"Ah... What?" "Dizzy," he said irritably.

"Why do you suddenly feel dizzy?" I reached out to touch his forehead.

He was so hot. He didn't say anything but glared at me fiercely.

"Why do you have a fever?" I asked. "I don't know," he said lazily, heading towards the elevator.

Catching a cold?

Seeing his dark face, I didn't dare ask more.

"Okay, wait for me."

I turned around and made up a story, saying that my mom wanted me to go back, and hurriedly bid farewell to my mentor.

4

He didn't say a word all the way. In the car, he faced the window. When I moved closer to him, he shifted away.

He clearly didn't like me. I thought of what happened last night.

Half-awake, I saw a handsome boy.

I thought it was a dream, so I boldly reached out to pinch his face, but he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Are you my mentor's son?" I gave him a stern look.

"Uh... yeah, so what?" He reacted after a second. "Your dad makes me do experiments all the time, even during the holidays!" I pinched his face to vent my anger.

Just thinking about the mentor making me write another experiment proposal, I was angry.

He was completely stunned and he resisted.

I wanted to let him know that it was useless to do anything.

"Every time your dad exploits me, I'll bully you. Do you believe it?" I pinched his face again. "A son should pay the father's debts?" His eyes were wet but attractive.

"Exactly! Are you scared?" I glared at him, waiting for his tricks.

He smiled and shook his head.

"Sure."

He surrendered obediently.

My mind went stunned. "He is so easy to bully?"

After that, I couldn't remember anything.

So, I couldn't be blame for anything. He let me do that!

5

"Brad?" I broke the silence.

"Say!" He still looked grumpy.

"I was really drunk last night. I thought it was a dream. If I did anything to offend you..."

"Humph..." He snorted coldly, still not looking at me.

"It has already happened. If you want me to take responsibility, I can only... But I'm afraid if your dad finds it out, he'll kick me out."

I couldn't think of any other solution.

"Sorry, I don't date with my dad's student."

He cut me off coldly.

I was stunned.

"Okay."

He made it sound that I had a crush on him.

He was so arrogant.

Later, we went to the hospital. I registered for him, and the nurse at the consultation desk looked at me questioningly after hearing my description.

She seemed to be weird.

I took the registration slip and walked to the consultation room.

"Doctor, could you please check on him? He has a slight fever and feels a bit dizzy."

I handed the slip to the doctor.

The doctor, who had been buried in his work, slowly looked up when he heard my voice.

When I saw his face, I was stunned.

Maverick! My ex-boyfriend.

I suddenly didn't know what to do now.

He was also stunned when he saw me, and he was shocked when he saw Brad behind me.

"What's wrong?" He adjusted his glasses and asked.

"Dizzy," Brad said calmly, completely unaware of anything.

"Place this under your tongue and wait for five minutes."

He handed Brad a thermometer and looked at me again.

I didn't dare to breathe.

How unlucky I was to see my ex-boyfriend here!

I didn't even register for Maverick! Damn!

6

The three of us sat awkwardly for five minutes. The five minutes were more torturous than my two-hour college entrance exam.

Brad took out the thermometer and sat silently on the chair.

"He has a slight fever," Maverick said calmly after checking the thermometer.

"Okay." I was helpless.

How did he suddenly catch a cold?

"Have you been in contact with anyone from high-risk or medium-risk areas?"

He asked nonchalantly while writing a blood test order.

"No..." I quickly lowered my head.

"I wasn't asking you..." He looked at me with a puzzled look and then at Brad.

A lazy voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Oh? I haven't. I am just with her."

"Prescribe some medicine and get some rest..." Maverick's tone was calm, but I saw him tear the medical record book.

"During the pandemic, it's best to take personal precautions if you're unsure if the other person is from a risk area."

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment.

I used to be the good girl when I was with Maverick.

My carefully maintained image was completely ruined.

Brad, acting as if nothing had happened, sat quietly playing on his phone and glanced at me, "So uncultured and reckless."

"Go to get the medicine by yourself."

Maverick said to Brad, then looked at me, "You stay here."

My heart skipped a beat.

"I... I..."

"She needs to get my medicine. Why should she stay here ?" Brad was a little angry.

"I need to get the medicine."

I grabbed the prescription and ran away, "Goodbye." "Maisie!" I didn't care about him calling me. I pretended to be deaf and dragged Brad out.

After finally getting the medicine, I handed it to Brad, but he didn't take it, looking at me suspiciously.

"Do you know him?" He asked lazily.

"No," I immediately denied.

"Not knowing him but you're so scared?" He sneered.

"It's the pandemic. I'm afraid of catching a cold and going to the hospital."

I tried to stop the topic.

How did I run into my ex-boyfriend?

"Don't you tell me? Then I'll go to ask him."

He turned to go back.

"Don't go!" I quickly grabbed him, "He's... my relative."

Yes, I lied.

He shook off my hand and looked at me quietly. "What a coincidence! He's my uncle."

7

What a shocking news! I took several seconds to think about it. They both had the same surname! This world was too small.

I sighed and had to tell the truth, "He is my ex-boyfriend. We broke up a month ago. He dumped me."

"You were really with him." He kicked a box on the ground.

I was startled.

"Yes." I stayed honestly on the side.

"Do you do it on purpose since you know I am his nephew?"

"I didn't know it..." I tried my best to explain.

He ignored me. He took the medicine, and walked out of the hospital. I didn't know why he was so angry, but I followed him for a while.

Outside the hospital, he lit a cigarette and looked at his phone. "How did you break up?" He wanted to know how we broke up?

Since it was so painful, I forced myself to forget it. After thinking for a long time, I remembered a bit.

"He gave me emotional abuse. He didn't reply to my messages. I suggested we break up, and he agreed."

I calmly talked about the heart-wrenching pain, still feeling a bit sad.

Maverick was three years ahead of me in medical school.

He was so outstanding that he was always chased after by the girls.

I had liked him for a long time and chased him for three years before finally getting together.

But he was always cold and distant.

During the three months when we were together, he either didn't reply to my messages or replied with one word the next day. He gave me the emotional abuse for a long time.

In those three months, we barely held hands, let alone kissing or hugging.

On Christmas, I mustered the courage to book a hotel, wanting to spend the day with him.

But he didn't show up, and his phone was unreachable. I waited alone in the hotel until dawn, completely losing patience.

"You still want to make up with him?" Brad asked, biting his cigarette.

"No." I told the truth.

Just thinking about those three months of emotional abuse made me suffocate.

8

"Humph... If you make up with him, you have to suffer the emotional abuse for a life time." He glanced at me. "Does it have anything to do with you?" I felt his words were so harsh.

"Yes. It's none of my business." He smoked, looking annoyed, and pointed to a milk tea shop across the street. "Get me a taro bubbles milk tea."

I was stunned, "No taro." He looked down at me.

I met his gaze and blurted out, "No milk tea but just bubbles?"

He closed his eyes in annoyance. "You really think highly of yourself."

"I'm hungry, tired, and thirsty.

Go and get it for me."

"You..." How could he ask me to do something for him?

"Unwilling to do it?" He looked disdainful. "If I could run by myself, I wouldn't let you... So who should I blame?"

I was speechless.

He was my boss now! Without another word, I rushed to get it for him. When I came back, he even asked me to insert the straw for him.

"There is something wrong with your leg, but your hands are fine."

I tried to negotiate with him.

"Humph..." He snorted coldly, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the red marks on his wrist.

I quickly looked away.

"This tie pattern is nice. It is the feather."

I laughed awkwardly.

Seeing his cold expression, I didn't dare to bargain with him. I just served him well.

I even helped him throw away the straw wrapper.

"Do you have any other instructions?"

I asked straightforwardly.

He didn't respond. He just took out his phone and said, "Use your own judgment."

Use my own judgment?

His thoughts were so hard to guess that I really couldn't figure it out.

"How about I add your Whatsapp? If you have any questions, you can contact me. I'll definitely take responsibility," I stated clearly.

He chuckled, "But... I'm not that easy to add others."

"Goodbye!" I turned to leave.

"Stop." He walked over and held a QR code in front of me. "I'll make an exception for you this time. No, it's the second time."

I was helpless. If it weren't for the convenience of having his Whatsapp to prevent him from talking nonsense to the mentor, I wouldn't have bothered adding him.

After scanning his account, I watched him type a few notes, "Barely Passed, Maisie." I clenched my fist tightly.

I wanted to vent my anger, so I typed, "Brad. The crippled man." He looked at my phone and suddenly smiled.

"Such a strong sense of revenge!"

"We are the same." I gritted my teeth.

"You were so good at kissing last night.

Are you good at everything?" He looked at me with a smile. "You are interesting..." I begged him not to smile. When he smiled, his two little canine teeth showed, making him look innocent and quite charming.

"Are you going to say you're suddenly interested in me?" I attempted to flirt with him.

"Not at all." He stopped smiling.

He had the upper hand again.

"Don't look at me like that." He took a step back. "I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" I took out my phone and looked at myself. I wasn't wearing makeup today, but I didn't look that scary.

He suddenly leaned close to me and whispered, "I am afraid... of you."

As he got closer, my heart started to race.

His voice drilled into my eardrum, giving me goosebumps all over.

"I have an appointment with a friend. Goodbye."

He pulled back in an instant. Then he waved at me, and walked away.

I stood there alone, unable to calm down for a long time.

On the way back, I kept thinking of him.

Bastard!

He tried to flirt with me and then disappeared.

9

A few days later, I decided to send Brad a message on Whatsapp. "Are you feeling better?" It took him over ten minutes to reply.

"What?"

What else? The fever!

Since it was hard to explain by sending messages, I decided to call him directly.

This time, he picked it up quickly.

"Didn't the doctor tell you to take your medicine on time? Did you listen to him?" I asked softly.

"Yes."

His voice sounded a bit muffled.

It was very quiet on his side. It seemed to be strange.

"That's all?" I asked him. "It is serious."

He didn't respond. Then he lowered his voice, "I'll tell you later."

"Why?

Don't delay..." I was more anxious than he was.

"Brad, your girlfriend?"

Suddenly, I heard a couple of male voices from his side.

"When did you have a girlfriend and not tell us?" "Is she pretty? Bring her out to play." "Yes."

Someone covered their mouths.

There were more and more voices.

I was stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Not the girlfriend..." Brad said lazily.

"Just an annoyed girl who chases after you?"

A bit older than the girls..." He said with a smile.

I was stunned. I didn't want to pester him.

"Goodbye." I hung up the phone directly.

I was livid.

After hanging up the call, my cousin came to my house, saying that he wanted to take me to a bar to relax.

"I heard you broke up. There's no need to give up the whole forest for one tree.

I'll take you to the bar, and you can pick any handsome guy you like.

They'll definitely be better than your senior."

"How do you know I broke up?" "Auntie said so in the chat group." My mom couldn't keep a secret at all. She really told everyone everything.

"Were you just calling that jerk again? You can't spoil men. The more you spoil them, the more they take advantage of you."

"No..." Maverick and I had been over for a long time. Why did the family talk about it now?

"Don't lie to me. I can tell from your tone... Stop calling him. Let's go."

My cousin pulled me to my wardrobe to pick out the clothes.

He finally chose a very skimpy outfit for me.

I was in a bad mood, so I believed him and put it on. Then we went to the bar.

10

As soon as we got to the bar, Brad suddenly called me. I hung it up directly.

I was still angry with his attitude. Besides, the bar wasn't a good place to take a call.

He called me again, and I still hung it up.

He was confused and sent me a message. I casually replied, "In a video conference."

After replying, my cousin mysteriously pulled me aside.

"You have to help me today."

"What's up?" "My ex-girlfriend brings her new boyfriend here. It's pissing me off."

"Ah, that's pity." It was really awkward to see the ex-girlfriend. "Her new boyfriend is my friend."

My cousin leaned on my shoulder and he was about to cry.

How could it happen?

I clenched my fist in anger. "She has gone too far!" "Come with me and pretend to be my girlfriend. They don't know you anyway."

"Will it work?" It was my first time to do such a thing. I was a bit inexperienced.

"I don't want to be laughed at."

He started crying again. "Leave it to me!"

After saying that, I immediately took off my coat and pulled my dress up an inch.

Then my cousin put his arm around me and led me over.

"Let me introduce my girlfriend to you. This is Maisie." "Hello!" I put on a beautiful smile, but I was stunned next second.

I saw the man in the corner wearing a cap. It was Brad.

He sat there quietly smoking, his playful expression making me feel guilty.

"Wow, you really have a pretty girlfriend!" "You have a girlfriend in such a short time."

"Congratulations!"

Even my cousin's ex-girlfriend joined in the fun.

"She looks older than us," she said sweetly.

"I just like the woman who is older."

My cousin put his arm around me and pressed me into the seat, pretending to feed me fruit intimately.

I sat there, feeling embarrassed.

Looking at the fruit being offered to me and then at Brad's gaze, I felt so nervous.

"They're looking at us," my cousin whispered in my ear. He was so intimate with me now.

I had no choice but to eat the fruit.

He then handed me a napkin to wipe my mouth.

"Your girlfriend looks familiar."

Brad, who had been silent, finally spoke nonchalantly.

I felt like I was walking on a knife's edge.

People were all shocked. "You know her?" "Could she be one of your ex-girlfriends?"

Everyone laughed, but the atmosphere became awkward.

My cousin looked at me in confusion. I was also puzzled.

"I don't know her." Brad chuckled. He picked up the glass of wine in front of him, tilted his head, and drank it all. Then he got up and left.

My cousin asked if I knew him.

"He's not usually so rude."

I thought to myself that he was much worse than this.

Everyone thought it was a joke and didn't pay much attention to it.

This episode passed quickly.

11

Brad hadn't come back. I went to the restroom to take a call from my mentor.

He asked when I would be going back to school, saying that he needed to check the results of the pre-holiday experiment as soon as possible.

I could only reply, "Okay."

Just as I finished the call and turned around, a shadow loomed over me.

He was biting a cigarette, standing there, looking down at me. "Hello, Maisie..." He deliberately emphasized my name.

I was startled! "There's... there's no need for that."

I considered telling him the truth.

"What kind of video conference is held at a bar?" He asked with a smile.

"Just finished." I sighed, "This is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?"

He laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.

"You are not satisfied with what you have obtained. What do you take me for?" I looked at him stand against the wall, the blush on his face reaching his eyes.

I knew he was drunk.

"That's my cousin."

I lowered my voice, hoping my cousin would forgive me.

"Cousin?" He snorted coldly, lost in thought.

After a moment of silence, he stubbed out his cigarette. "So, you just follow whatever your cousin says?"

I was speechless. His logic really made me stunned.

"Brad, what are you thinking?" I felt like hitting him. "He's my cousin. He said his ex-girlfriend brought her new boyfriend here and asked me to play a part for him!

How could you think I would do such a thing? You're just... You're irrational."

I was so angry I could barely speak.

He paused for a second, and then his tense face suddenly relaxed.

"I was just thinking about someone heartless..." I was furious. "I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm going back."

My heart was pounding as I said this.

He was truly shameless.

"Wait!" He grabbed my hand.

"What do you want to do?"

I glared at him.

"What else can I do in this state?"

He smiled and asked me.

I was speechless. "Can you talk normally?"

"Fine. Didn't you ask if I had taken my medicine?'

He looked proud. "You make me catch a cold, so you should take care of me."

"I don't make you catch a cold." I was about to lose temper. 'You're an adult and you just take your medicine by yourself!'

"The medicine is too bitter, I don't want to take it."

What a ridiculous excuse!

"Besides, I'm feeling particularly dizzy today."

He frowned, almost convincing me.

"Dizzy? You still come to a bar?"

It was obvious he was acting. I wasn't that stupid.

"What?

You don't want to? You don't care about me anymore, do you?

Fine. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow and get checked.

You are such a heartless woman."

My ex-boyfriend? What did he want to do?

"I agree. Just stop talking." I was really helpless.

"Then let's go now."

"Now?"

I had just arrived.

"I'm a bit sleepy."

He rubbed his eyes.

A guy, who came to the bar every night, would be sleepy at 10 p.m.?

"Where?" I was helpless.

"I don't want to go back to my home."

He was waiting for me to make the decision.

"But not my home, right?" I thought carefully and found that my parents were visiting relatives and wouldn't be home tonight.

It seemed possible.

"It's up to you." He shrugged.

12

In the end, I took him to my home, mainly because he kept complaining about hotels being dirty, not liking hotel pillows, and not being able to get food at night in a hotel.

He was being fussy.

I told my cousin I had something to do and left. He didn't think too much. He just cursed me for still thinking about my ex-boyfriend.

I looked at Brad, who had taken over my bed as soon as we got home, and shook my head helplessly.

I had really had too much connect with the Simpson Family.

"Maisie!" He was calling me again.

"Yes, I'm here." I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Turn down the temperature of your water heater. It's too hot."

"It's fine for me. I usually take a shower with this temperature."

He was really picky.

"Why don't you come in and have a try by yourself?"

I didn't believe him and I could have a try.

"Get dressed. I'm coming in."

I pushed open the door and reached out to test the water temperature. "It's fine. What are you fussing about?"

After saying that, I realized it was so quiet now.

He was wrapped up, staring at me intently. "Anything else?" I asked him.

He reached out and measured the height differences between us. I barely reached his chest. He heaved a sigh.

"You're twenty-five centimeters shorter than me. No wonder you don't feel hot standing down there."

I looked at the shower height and his height, suddenly understanding something.

"Then... I'll lower the temperature a bit."

"Why are you still here? What do you want?" He looked at me as if he was casually suggesting we should brush our teeth together.

"You..." I felt like I had walked into a trap. "Goodbye."

I had no intention of having something to do with him again.

"What are you hoping for?"

He laughed freely. "Trying to save water?"

"No need." I opened the door and fled.

In the kitchen, I gulped down a glass of water, realizing my heart was racing.

That night, he slept in my room, and I slept in the guest room.

As for applying medicine, he just said it casually. He dealt with it by himself, not needing my help at all.

So I was confused. Why did he come to my place?

It was hard to understand younger men. They changed frequently, and I couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

He told me that he had been sleepy. When I asked him to play a game with me, he refused and just went to sleep.

"I'm sleepy. I don't want to play."

"Fine."

He was energetic just a moment ago, and now suddenly became sleepy. "Are you hungry? Do you want some water?" As the host, I still fulfilled my responsibilities.

"I am not hungry. Stay away from me now."

I was puzzled. "What's wrong with you?"

"Go to sleep." He turned off the light and cursed, "I'm not feeling well. You can Get out!"

Got out?

Why was he so harsh? Just because I accidentally touched his body?

It was really an accident. I almost slipped down and I wanted to grab something.

He happened to be close to me.

Maybe I scratched his body and hurt him.

Whatever.

I didn't expect him to have abdominal muscles.

I was too drunk that night to remember anything.

13

The next morning, I was woken up by a knock on the door. The knock wasn't loud but very rhythmic.

I was really helpless.

"Who is it?" I asked, my hair in a mess.

It couldn't be my mom. They were supposed to be away for two days and they would come back tomorrow.

Delivery man? Security guard?

I asked, but the person outside didn't respond.

I looked through the peephole and I was shocked.

Maverick?

What was going on? How did he know where I lived? I remembered it. During the National Day holiday, my parents invited him for dinner, and I sent him the address.

We waited for him all day, but he didn't come.

Later, he said that the situation of a patient was unstable.

I knew it was just an excuse.

I opened the door and looked at him calmly. "Why are you here?" "Can I come in and sit for a while?" He was wearing a suit, looking so handsome and eye-catching.

This was the first time I saw him dressed so formally.

Looking down at him, I noticed he was carrying some gift boxes.

"Now?" I was helpless. "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

He suddenly showed up and made me surprised.

He adjusted his glasses. "You have blackmailed me, so I couldn't reach you."

I remembered it. Since our breakup, I had deleted all his contact information and blackmailed him.

I did so not because I was afraid he would contact me, but because I was afraid I couldn't help contacting him.

"I've been busy and I don't have much time..." He looked at his watch and then at me. "It's my first time here. You won't refuse to let me in, right?"

I found it hard to say no to him. He always knew that.

When we were dating, if he asked me to wait for him, I would just do it.

I would be angry when waiting for him so long. But when he talked to me, I would forget everything and run to him. "Just half an hour." He continued. He was confident that I would let him in.

Although I didn't know what he wanted to say, I still let him in.

Our breakup had been unclear, and we both needed the closure.

"Wait a moment."

I closed the door first.

After closing the door, I remembered Brad was still sleeping in my room.

I quickly ran back.

He hadn't woken up yet, lazily asking, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. You keep sleeping. Just don't come out later."

I warned him.

He looked at me suspiciously. "What's going on? Are you seeing another man behind my back?"

"No." I didn't know how to tell him.

"Your uncle is here. Outside."

I had to tell the truth.

He immediately opened his eyes and sat up, staring at me. "Why is he here?

Didn't you break up?"

"Yes. But I don't know why he's here."

I was about to go crazy. "He said he just wanted to talk for half an hour. Just don't come out."

"If you have nothing to hide, why are you scared?" He drawled.

I was confused.

I didn't know what I was afraid of.

"Just don't come out. It's too complicated to explain."

Everything was in a mess, and I didn't know how to handle it.

"Humph..." He snorted coldly and he was clearly unhappy. After a moment of silence, he said, "You can pled me."

I was stunned.

Brad was not the person who would easily let things go.

But his presence was hard to explain.

Wasn't he always trying to have the upper hand?

I decided to listen to him. "Please," I whispered.

"You're really something." He seemed even angrier.

"Go to talk to your ex-boyfriend. Don't stay here!" He angrily pulled the blanket over his head, refusing to talk to me anymore.

I couldn't understand why he was so angry. I was helpless.

But Maverick was still standing outside the door, and I couldn't stay here forever.

"I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

Then I turned and left the room.

14

Maverick came in and sat on the sofa, staring at me. His gaze made me feel uneasy all over.

"Are you done?" He asked lightly.

My heart skipped a beat.

In the past, whenever he asked if I had had enough, I would worry that he would ignore me forever.

But then I remembered that we had broken up, and I felt a sense of relief.

"That day, you brought my nephew to my office just to annoy me, didn't you?"

"No." I didn't know how to explain.

"Maisie, I'm very busy," he sighed, reminding me. "I don't have time to coax you, so stop it."

"I... I don't need you to coax me," I stood up abruptly.

So, the first time he came to find me, it was to tell me that he was busy and that I had been unreasonable in the past?

I laughed.

"Maverick, if you're so busy, I suggest you stop wasting your time here.

We've broken up," I told him calmly.

He was stunned. His lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.

He stood up, hesitated for a moment, then walked over to me and lowered his voice, "I've come to find you, what more do you want?"

"I don't want anything. We've broken up. Whether you come to find me or not doesn't matter anymore."

His face turned rigid, and he stared at me intently.

"Don't want anything? Going to find my nephew to revenge on me?"

"I didn't even know he was your nephew. If I had known, I..."

"Stop lying," he interrupted me. "I'm not lying."

"You and he are not suitable!" He seemed to be a little angry.

The air grew tense.

He was still the same, always looking down on me and blaming me.

I took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm not suitable for him, but suitable for you? Don't be ridiculous."

"Isn't that the case?" He said seriously.

He was so confident that I was at a loss for words.

"We're at the same age, and our families are similar.

We like the same movies, the same music, even our taste in steak is the same. Our living habits are similar too. We go to bed early and get up early and we never stay up late.

I've thought a lot about it recently, and we are indeed very suitable for each other.

I was too busy before and neglected you. Today, I'm here to deal with it. Once it's settled, I hope we can get married next week.

As for the wedding, we'll postpone it for now because I really don't have the time."

I had mixed feelings when I heard his words.

If he had said this to me before, I would have been moved.

But now, I just wanted to laugh.

"But I like staying up late, going to the bar and getting tattoos... We're not suitable," I said slowly.

He was stunned again.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he sighed, "These things aren't good for girls. If possible, I hope you can change it."

I felt bitter in my heart.

How could he know that his so-called compatibility was just me pretending to be someone else to please him?

Listening to music I didn't like, watching movies that didn't interest me, carefully hiding my own interests... I did so just because I liked him.

But now, I didn't want to chase after him anymore.

"Maverick, you should go. I'm tired."

I really didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Maisie, what do you mean?" He shook me, questioning, "Do you really want to break up with me? Why?

For that immature boy, Brad?"

"It has nothing to do with him," I felt so disappointed. He still didn't understand me.

I had had enough of his emotional abuse.

It was the first time that I had seen him be nervous.

Just then, someone said, "Where did you put my pants?"

15

It was Brad. I had been so confident before, but now I was scared. Maverick's expression changed as he looked at me, waiting for an answer.

What could I say?

I didn't need to say anything because the main character had come out of the room.

Brad walked out of my room, wrapped in a towel, lazily wearing slippers, with water still dripping from his hair.

Both Maverick and I were shocked. "Uncle?" Brad walked over, seemingly just noticing Maverick's presence, and looked quite surprised, "Why are you here?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. Now, I was even more unable to explain it.

"You..." Maverick's face darkened, "What are you doing here?"

"What could I be doing..." Brad suddenly smiled at me meaningfully, "Uncle, you have already know it. Don't ask more. She's shy."

I was stunned.

Maverick turned his face to me, "Are you two living together now?"

"Not exactly..." I stammered.

"Uncle! We're in the honeymoon phase. Please understand us, and don't tell Dad."

Brad said so while running over to hug me. My face turned red instantly.

I wanted to push him away, but he held me even more tightly.

I was helpless.

"Brad, you..." Maverick's face turned blue with anger, but he held back, giving me one last look, "I'm leaving."

"Uncle, take care. I can't see you off like this," Brad said, looking down at himself.

After Maverick left, I let out a deep sigh of relief.

Brad was really something, always stirring up trouble.

"I told you not to come out. Why did you come out and say those words?"

I stepped back from his embrace, staying away from him.

He stood there, staring at me.

"Maisie, are you crazy? Why do you even like him?" He asked seriously.

"Don't speak so harshly. He's your uncle." I felt a bit guilty.

To be honest, I didn't even know why I liked him.

Maybe because he was handsome.

Maybe because all the girls in school liked him, and I just followed the trend...

"If you like him, go to win him back." He said and then turned and walked towards the room.

I didn't like him anymore. I couldn't understand the way he thought.

Since he couldn't find his pants, I followed him into the room.

"I didn't touch your pants. Look again?" I searched the room, suddenly thinking of something, "Are you...?"

He paused in his actions of grabbing clothes. He turned his face to look at me, "What are you thinking?"

Huh?

I kept looking at his abdominal muscles.

I was just curious. I sighed and blurted out my thoughts, "Nothing."

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

He didn't say anything. His face darkened.

"Maisie, why are you being so weird early in the morning?"

I was speechless. "I am not!" I retorted strongly.

He ignored me, quickly putting on his clothes as if he was afraid I would take advantage of him.

What did he think of me?

"I get it now. Your mind is filled with nothing but sex, isn't it?" He asked me irritably after getting dressed.

I was baffled by his question.

"If I say I was appreciating the beauty, would you believe me?"

I stammered.

He took a look at me, "Your appreciation is quite unique."

Then he picked up his phone and walked towards the door.

"You..." I was at a loss for words.

He suddenly stopped, turned around, and smiled at me, "My abdominal muscles are only for my girlfriend to see."

My face turned red again.

I had no choice but to chase after him and change the subject, "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

"I'm too angry to eat," he said, slamming the door as he left.

Gone?

Watching his disappearing figure, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of bad luck I had this morning. I even ran into two troublesome people.

15

When my mom came back and saw the gift boxes on the table, she asked who sent them. "I won them in a supermarket raffle."

As for Brad, he didn't send messages to me, and I didn't contact him either.

After staying home for a few days, I returned to school.

One night, Brad suddenly sent me a message.

It was a video.

I clicked on the video, and it showed a room full of people. A mischievous kid was running around with a piece of clothing, shouting, "There's a girl's clothing in my brother's room!" "How do you know it's a girl's clothing?" Another little girl asked.

"My mom has the clothing, but my dad doesn't."

The people in the room burst into laughter.

"Put it back!" Brad said.

I felt embarrassed for him.

Brad brought a girl's item home, and his nephew found it and ran around with it. He deserved it.

He was such a playboy. But the next second, Brad continued, "Are you familiar with it?"

The image of the clothing flashed in my mind. Wasn't that my favorite dress?

I felt ashamed.

I typed angrily, "Brad, you stole my clothes!" He replied with a string of ellipses.

I immediately called him.

"Hello!"

"Yes." He even dared to answer the phone.

"When did you steal it?

How disgusting you are!"

"Heh..." He snorted coldly, "The night you bullied me."

"I bullied you?" Wasn't that the night at his house?

I suddenly remembered it. That morning, I ran out and felt a chill on my chest... "You hid it?" If he hadn't hidden it, how could I have forgotten to wear it?

Such an important item....

"Do I need to hide it?" He asked and laughed.

I sat up in bed and I was shocked.

"Remember now?" He asked with a smile when I didn't respond.

"You... you... why didn't you put it away properly?"

I was really embarrassed. It was too humiliating.

"How should I put it away?

Should I put it in a gift box and worship it?" He retorted.

"Brad!" I was really helpless. "It is a bit tight for me.

Just throw it away."

"Okay.

Keep it. It costs money."

"You! If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up!" I needed to calm down.

"There's something."

"What else do you want?"

"Because of your item, now my whole family knows I'm dating and I have brought a girl home."

"Then?" "My dad beat me up and kicked me out."

"This... that bad?" I sincerely sympathized with him for a second, then, "Bye."

I hung up the phone.

He even laughed at me! He deserved it!

No matter what he sent, I wouldn't reply. Sure enough, he sent me another message.

"What do you think my dad will do if he knows the girl I brought home is his student?"

"You'd get beaten up even worse."

I was going crazy. He was threatening me.

"You're right, so I don't dare to go home."

"Take care."

He didn't reply again.

My heart was pounding with anxiety.

Half an hour later, my apartment doorbell rang.

It scared me.

A delivery?

I got up to open the door, and then I saw Brad. What was he doing here?

I pressed the intercom button.

"Who are you looking for?" I deliberately changed my voice, trying to tell him he had found the wrong place.

"I'm looking for you."

He saw through me instantly, "Open the door."

He was here to settle the score.

"What do you want?"

"Because of you, I got kicked out. You have to let me in."

"No way! I share this place with someone else. It's inconvenient."

"If you don't open the door, I won't leave..." He stood there, looking at the camera, staring at me.

I opened the door because I was afraid he would scare the neighbors by standing there.

Brad walked in. He glanced at me, and said, "The place is quite small, but I can manage to live here."

16

"How long do you plan to stay here?" I looked at him lounging on the sofa, feeling helpless. This apartment had two bedrooms and a living room, which I rented with a fellow.

That classmate had been to another research institute for two months, so it was just me for now.

"Depends on my mood."

Depended on his mood?

He didn't seem to be kicked out. He looked like that he was on vacation.

"Then you sleep on the sofa tonight."

He ignored me, playing with his phone.

"What?

You want to sleep in the bedroom?" I was speechless, "That's not appropriate... I'm the host. Giving you the sofa is already good enough."

"I didn't say I wouldn't sleep on the sofa."

He glanced at me.

"Suit yourself. I'm going to wash my hair." I was really annoyed. It was the weekend. I hadn't planned to go out.

My hair was so greasy it could fry an egg.

I quickly washed in the bathroom, and then someone suddenly stood beside me.

It scared me. It took a minute to remember it was Brad.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry." He stood at the door, looking at me.

"If you're hungry, order takeout." My head was full of shampoo bubbles.

He stood there for a while, then said lightly, "My mom says the takeout is unhealthy."

"Doesn't your mom ever tell you it's inappropriate to live with a girl?"

I was helpless. Being stared at while washing my hair was too embarrassing.

"My mom doesn't tell me these things." He looked down at me, smiling, "I have learned it by myself."

"Well... you're quite a self-learner."

I turned to avoid him.

"You have a lot of hair."

He moved to the other side, showing no intention of leaving.

"Does my hair bother you?" I just wanted to wash my hair in peace.

He stared at me for a while, then sighed, "They say girls with a lot of hair are easy to get angry."

I was stunned.

"What nonsense the experts say! Get out."

I reached out to close the door.

"Do you need my help?" He asked calmly.

Helped me?

Since the atmosphere was romantic, I was stunned and stammered, "You... what do you want to do?"

"Help you wash your hair." He laughed so hard that his body even shook, "What are you thinking?"

Damn! I misunderstood him.

17

"No need!" I refused, blushing. But he didn't listen to me. He came over and used the showerhead to rinse my hair.

"Don't move."

He gently held my head.

Feeling his fingers massaging my head, I was nervous. My heart beat fast.

"No need."

I lifted my head, wanting to do it by myself, but I hit the showerhead. It fell to the ground, spraying water everywhere...

Now we were both wet.

"Brad! Grab it!" I yelled at him.

"Why are you yelling? The neighbors can hear you." He picked up the showerhead and came back, "I told you not to move."

After that, I stayed still.

I just waited for him to finish rinsing my hair.

When it was over, I wrapped myself in a towel and rushed to the living room, drying my hair with my back to him.

The next second, he came over again.

"Brad, if you keep this up, I'll..." I was about to lose temper.

He had gone too far.

"What will you do?"

He leaned closer to me, "Bully me again?" "I'll kick you out!" He was stunned for a few seconds, "If you can't have it, you'll destroy it?"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and silently told myself to ignore him.

He finally behaved well. He sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for me to finish drying my hair.

"What do you want to eat?" I tossed my phone to him.

It was the food delivery app.

He didn't choose the food, just stared at me.

"I don't want to cook."

I sighed, "Cooking takes too much time, and I don't know how to cook."

After a moment of hesitation, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, "What's in the fridge?" I followed him.

I had forgotten what was in it.

He opened my fridge, looking at the various face masks. His face darkened.

"I rarely cook for myself."

Suddenly I remembered something, "My mom stuffed some frozen shrimp. It should be at the bottom."

He had no choice but to bend down and pull out the freezer drawer, taking out the shrimp, and sighed, "Is there any rice?" "Leftover rice. Do you want it?" I pointed to the corner of the kitchen, "The takeout came with an extra rice."

"Go and wait outside." He seemed disappointed in me.

"Fine."

I didn't want to stay in the kitchen either, so I went out to play games.