Master's Untamed Wife

"Are you going to cry?"

Hyson lifted his eyes when he heard Cloe's question and glanced at her before shaking his head softly. "I don't cry that easily."

"Your eyes are glistening with tears, don't tell me the dust got into your eyes," said Cloe.

"It's because my heart is feeling warm," he told her. "But just because I'm feeling touched, I won't cry."

Cloe looked at his face carefully before she said, "Exactly what did my Chief write to make you feel so touched." Hyson showed her the note without hesitation and her expressions changed, "Just those three words? And you're this touched?"

"You won't understand it," said Hyson knowingly.

"That's true. Raelle Xiang's brain circuit is wired differently. It's impossible for me to understand her," said Cloe. "I neither understand my parents, nor my Chief's motherboard."

Hyson let out a laugh. "Her motherboard sure makes people crazy." He stood up and walked over to the open kitchen. He picked up utensils before coming back to her side.

While he cut a piece of cake for her, she asked, "Are you living here alone?"

"Nope," just as Hyson said so, the door behind him opened and a tall man walked out. Hyson didn't even turn his head around as he called out, "Wen Ge, do you want to eat some cake?"

Fang Yiwen gave a cursory glance to Cloe and turned towards the kitchen as he said, "Did you pass the audition?"

"Not yet," replied Hyson.

"Then what are you celebrating?" asked Fang Yiwen as he opened the fridge and took out a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and pulled out a chair to sit before he drank the water.

"This was my very first audition," said Hyson. "A new beginning. That's what I'm celebrating."

Fang Yiwen chuckled at him, "You sure know how to find a reason to stay happy."

Hyson grinned in reply as he said, "The women in my life only taught me how to be happy. As my best friend says tears are salty and it only suits salty people. I'm the sweet one, tears are not to my taste."

"You're Fang Yiwen?" Cloe had been staring at him since the time he walked out of the room. But she just couldn't recognize him. "I almost got confused because of your black hair. What happened to that beautiful silvery hair?"

"Aiya, I told you Wen Ge. You look really different with this hair color."

"This isn't that bad," said Fang Yiwen.

"You didn't look this white in the photocards but in person, you're so white that I'm taken aback," commented Cloe with her eyes still on Fang Yiwen.

"Wen Ge doesn't even go out to bask in sun, obviously, he is too white!" said Hyson. As if recalling something, he looked at Fang Yiwen, "Wen Ge, won't you ask who she is?"

Fang Yiwen rubbed his eyes tiredly as he replied, "If she isn't your girlfriend, there is no point in asking."

"How can you say she isn't my girlfriend?" questioned Hyson.

Fang Yiwen looked between Cloe and Hyson before shaking his head, "Intuition."

Cloe tugged at Hyson's sleeve and asked, "Can I take a photo with him?"

"He's been burning the midnight oil for days, it's better if you don't take a photo with him in this condition," advice Hyson. "But you can get an autograph for now. You can take a photo with him another time. It's not he'll run away."

Cloe rummaged through her purse and took out a small diary. She took the pen and diary to Fang Yiwen along with the piece of cake that Hyson had placed before her. Like a devoted fan, she placed it before him and smiled, "Mr. Fang, can I get an autograph?"

Fang Yiwen found it amusing. She was dressed up like a sophisticated and mature woman. It was obvious from the way she carried herself that she was a successful career woman and one who had a higher position as well. But currently, her sparkling eyes were no different than those teen girls who ran around them asking for autographs or photos.

He took the diary from her but the page before him wasn't a blank one. He was about to turn the page when something caught his eye.

"Who is Raelle and why do you hate her so much?"

Cloe's eyes widened and she hurriedly flipped the page saying while laughing awkwardly, "Sorry! Wrong page."

Hyson turned to look at her with raised brows, "You hate my best friend?"

"I can explain," said Cloe. "It's a very different kind of hate. More like a love-hate relationship."

"You don't have to be so nervous," said Hyson. "I already know about that list."

"She told you about it as well?" Cloe was surprised by this information. Wasn't it enough that Raelle knew about it, why did she have to share it with Hyson as well?

"It might come as a surprise but she shares everything with me," said Hyson feeling proud of himself.

"I can't believe you're feeling proud," remarked Cloe.

"There you go, Miss Cloe," said Fang Yiwen as he gave her diary back to her.

"You can just call me Cloe, we are of the same age."

"Oh," responded Fang Yiwen. "Then since you're close to our Xiao Fai, you can just call me Yiwen as well. It was nice meeting you." Saying that he stood up with the plate of cake and walked back towards his room.

"Wen Ge, go to sleep after eating that."

"If I gained weight because of eating this, I'm gonna make you face Zhen Ge," said Fang Yiwen before he closed the door and locked himself in his room again making Hyson sigh at him.

"He really isn't an outgoing person?" asked Cloe. "I thought that cold and aloof vampire-like persona of his was just an image created by your company."

"No, that's the real him," replied Hyson. "He is kind of an introvert. Anyway, come here and give me some company in eating this cake."

Cloe happily skipped her way to him and sat down to eat with him. Since Cloe was a curious fan, she had a lot to talk about. That's why she ended up spending over an hour with Hyson.

And even when she was leaving, she was reluctant to do so. In the end, she had to leave. Hyson saw her off at the door.

While Cloe was waiting for the elevator, she took out her phone and instantly clicked on Raelle's contact detail. Seeing the time, she didn't call her but instead, she sent her a voice message, "Chief, the task is done. Your cake and your feelings have been delivered." The door to the elevator opened and without even lifting her head, she continued to record the voice message, "Also, Chief, did I mention that I love you? If I didn't, let me proclaim this love today. With each passing day, the intensity of this love is growing more and more. Muah! Muah! You're the best!"

She didn't even notice that someone had been in the elevator who got off the same floor, she got in. And all her antics were seen by that person as well.