Chapter 485: Spidey senses
The soft knocks felt like a bad foreboding the main character in a horror movie would have when the door creaked with ominous noises. As if a supernatural presence lurked behind it, inviting the group of friends to their deaths.
Guilt filled her, comparing the sweet and adorable Yang Bingqing to a horrifying ghost, but that was the severity of the heart attack rampaging through her chest at this moment. It made her jerk upright in bed.
"Jia, dear. Are you alright? I heard some voices from inside..."
Sweat formed on her brows and her neck zapping to her right to meet Mingshen dead in the eye.
"It’s your mother outside!" Her panicking voice was forced to contain through her urgent whispers.
"Yeah, I recognize her voice," he nodded.
She slapped his arm. "What are we gonna do - is my question!"
He shrugged. "Let her in if you want? Or shoo her away if that’s easy."
"Don’t you feel even a tinge of guilt before asking me to shoo away aunt? She is so sweet!"
"She is an assassin - oh sorry. Was."
"So?"
"Do you think she became an assassin by being soft? Her heart is as tough as steel. Shooing her away won’t hurt her feelings."
Jia tried to imagine that in all seriousness. But no matter what, she could only see the imaginary dog ears on her head drooping with depression upon Jia’s rejection. In return, she threw him an unforgiving glare.
"You are a bad son!"
His brow twitched.
"Jia, dear?" her knocks grew impatient. "Could you please open the door? I feel worried now."
"See!" Jia pointed at the door. "So caring and loving she is! How could you bear to hurt her?"
Mingshen thought of all those times in the past he got smacked and beaten up by her unforgiving fists. Almost as if she looked like Medusa.
"Yup, I can bear to hurt her. It’s complicated," he sneered.
"..."
"Ugh! Forget that. Get up and hide! I will have to open the door."
"So open," he blinked twice. "Why should I run and hide? I did nothing wrong."
"It’s not about right or wrong. She will find us in a...in a...compromising position!"
He arched his brow. "She has always wanted to see us in a compromising position. Since ages. We are actually fulfilling her dream right now. She will be so happy she will collapse on the floor unconscious. Do you want to snatch this little happiness from a sweet and caring woman you adore so much? Where is your heart, Spicy?"
"..."
The chill in her eyes deepened. "Are you getting off or do you want me to kick you out?"
Mingshen clicked his tongue and grudgingly rose. "I demand extra cuddles and kisses after this is over. So what now?"
"What now means what? Go hide somewhere!" It was getting difficult to keep her voice in check.
"Jia, dear, I am breaking the door open if you won’t," Yang Bingqing cried from outside.
Ugh, no don’t!
Jia scrambled behind Mingshen and pushed him unceremoniously until she stuffed him into her wardrobe cupboard.
"Heyyyy this is too cramp for my sexy body-"
"No complaining! And not a single noise from here," she warned with a tone she normally reserved for hardened criminals. "If as much as even the sound of your breath I hear - you are dead."
"I have to breathe to live," his brow twitched.
"The devil won’t die if he stops breathing for some time."
"How long is that some time?"
"Until aunt leaves. So better stay put. Or you are dead."
"That’s the second death threat of the day-"
But she had already shut the cupboard in his face and sprinted towards the door. Opening it in a slight haste, she greeted Yang Bingqing with a tense smile.
"Aunt...Go-Good morning!"
"Jia!!!" Yang Bingqing entered the room on her own while pulling her into a hug. "Are you okay? Are you fine? Are you having bad dreams?"
"Bad dreams? No, Aunt. Why did you think so?"
"Well, you went through such a horrifying experience," she sniffled. "I thought it would have messed up with your sleep. And now I heard some voices coming from here so I thought you were having a nightmare."
Guilt intensified in her heart tenfold.
Sorry Aunt...
She withdrew and grinned at her. "I am fine, Aunt. I wasn’t having any nightmares. Probably, I-I was just sleep talking haha. I also don’t remember it very much..."
"Is that so?" Yang Bingqing studied her from head to toe and did feel assured about her emotional state of mind. "But I am sure I heard a man’s voice too."
"..."
"Man?" Jia let out a chuckle, albeit the kind that felt like a noose was strangled around her neck. "Of course not. As you see, it’s only me here...Oh yes, probably I might have been talking in a deep voice?"
Yang Bingqing’s eyes squinted at her but only for a moment. Then they scanned across the room - the bed, the couch, the curtains, the bathroom.
"...This reminds me," her voice lowered with a distinct strain to it.
Jia gulped.
"That there was a faucet leak in your bathroom, wasn’t there? Let me do a quick check! Water leaks are bad!"
Jia never really saw when she had already zapped past her side and entered the bathroom.
W-What? Faucet leak?
Yang Bingqing made her grand entrance like a flash of thunder - but to her disappointment, found no one hiding in the bathroom anywhere. She double-checked for her surety. Her shoulders dropped.
Is my idiot son really not here?
Yang Bingqing stepped out with a despondent, gloomy air surrounding her..
"Is there any leak, Aunt?"
She straightened up and coughed. "Yes, yes, everything is in order."
But my spidey senses say...
From the corner of her eye, Jia’s wardrobe cupboard came into her peripheral vision. Her brain cells worked at lightning speed as she said, "Oh, you must not have a proper dress for Mingshen’s birthday celebration, correct?"
"Um...I have some dresses-"
"No way, no way, how could I let my dear Jia wear old dresses? Let me check if you have any good collections of clothes! Then I will buy a whole new wardrobe for you!" She beamed.
