BLALS Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
Boss Lady was drunk and fell into the car, rubbing her dizzy head with one hand.
That group of old foxes started drinking as soon as they arrived at the wine table. Even though Boss Lady has been drinking for many years, she was still almost overwhelmed by it.
Although she had become a Boss Lady, she still could not avoid such occasions. Boss Lady was undoubtedly a successful professional woman. When she first came into the industry, older men and higher seniors suffered losses in her hands. In other words, she was top in the second-generation circle of City A. Otherwise how could her old man, even though always complaining, could only hand over the company to her. But there would always be people who are looking for trouble behind her back, either calling her a ‘tomboy’, or quietly slandering her and her choices in transactions. Thus, wherever she arrived at banquets, they would always think of ways to trouble her, with words spoken often with double meanings. To professional women, some people are always unable to hide their real feelings behind their eyes.
A group of dumbasses.
Boss Lady had a bossy and domineering temperament since her early years. It was not uncommon for her to flip the table directly in this kind of situation, which caused the other party to find themselves in an awkward situation. However, they could do nothing against her, after all, Boss Lady does her job wonderfully. Over time, few people dared to deliberately crash into her, especially as her status and abilities rose, she acted however she pleased when more. Even if someone was secretly upset, they didn't dare to really make trouble on the surface. But occasionally the necessary banquets were still indispensable. They were all attended by a group of old uncles and seniors, so certain matters could not be avoided.
With concern on his face, the driver turned around and asked, "President Nie, do you want to go back to the old house? Or go home?"
"No," Like hell she would want to go back to her old house. Going back to her old house meant she was going to get another earful. Home… she also didn’t want to go home, there’s nothing interesting there.
"Go to the Huaiyang Community." Boss Lady remembered that Little Shopkeeper sent a text message in the afternoon to let her go to pick up her newly made cookies. She had an idea in her mind and asked her driver to drive there.
At the banquet, she was very annoyed by the old men’s numerous indirect approaches in making inquiries about her marriage. The sexual orientation of Boss Lady had never been a secret in City A, but there were always people who came to ask with contempt, like watching a monkey. There were also people who wanted to seek connection with Boss Lady by marriage— more property, more help, and to be able to find someone to have a child with but wouldn’t prevent them from sowing seeds outside…what a cost-effective business! No one believed Boss Lady could remain unmarried to the end. Women, no matter how strong headed they are, they would need a family when they are old.
Dumbasses. Boss Lady couldn’t help but sneer, it was times like these that she really wanted to beat a person up.
At times like these, she needed her cute Little Shopkeeper.
So when Little Shopkeeper came out from the shower, she heard the doorbell ring, and through the peephole, she saw a familiar large creature leaning against her door drunkenly.
——She had told the driver to head home while she pretended to be a pitiful Boss Lady at Little Shopkeeper’s door.
Little Shopkeeper hurried out to help her in. "Why are you here? Ah, you drank too much. Come in quickly."
Boss Lady leaned weakly on her shoulder. "I went to a banquet, met a group of stupid men, and drank a lot… it's uncomfortable." She was already in her thirties but could still play coy like those seventeen or eighteen years old girls.
Little Shopkeeper touched her head distressingly, closed the door with her, and helped her to lie down on the sofa.
"You lie here for a while, I'll cook some hangover soup for you. Be good." Boss Lady's hair was so soft that it felt so good to touch.
Boss Lady looked at her obediently, dragging a drunken voice and maliciously selling meng, "I want sweet soup."
Little Shopkeeper was completely fascinated by her tilt and almost couldn’t contain herself. She smiled and replied, "Okay, I know."
After speaking, she courageously felt a handful of Boss Lady’s hair, stood up and went to the kitchen to make soup. While the soup was cooking, she twisted a wet, clean towel and wiped Boss Lady's face.
Boss Lady stupidly laid on the sofa in the living room to watch her go in and out.
It may be because of the light which added a warm filter to everything in front of her. Little Shopkeeper was wearing an apron and cooking soup for her in the kitchen. There was a sweet and reassuring fragrance unique to Little Shopkeeper in the air. She spoke to her in a low voice, Little Shopkeeper’s white and soft fingers slid between her eyebrows, relieving Boss Lady of her discomfort.
Boss Lady felt even more intoxicated.
So warm…she liked it even much, and wanted it very much.
She wanted to snatch it over regardless of her feelings. Be selfish. So what if she snatched her up? She’ll be double as good to her, wouldn’t that make it up?
Boss Lady fell asleep in this drowsy mood.
So she woke up in the fragrance.
The pink blanket with a rabbit pattern, she was not in her large, european style bedroom. Boss Lady sat up from the bed, her head did not feel the discomfort of a hangover. She was stunned for a second before she retrieved the memory of last night.
Holding onto another, talking so sickeningly sweet and not letting go. That’s black history!
But Little Shopkeeper’s blanket smelled so good ah. She could tell that it was often basked in the sun. As Boss Lady was idiotically pulling Little Shopkeeper’s blanket to look at it, she heard a knock on the door outside.
"Are you awake? I made breakfast, it’s congee~" The sweet and cute voice of the Little Shopkeeper came in.
"I’m up, I’ll be out right away." Boss Lady reluctantly sat up from the bed, imagining her dream life while she had been drunk.
However, there was a faint pain in her lower abdomen.
Boss Lady had a bad feeling. She lifted the quilt.
What is that stained on the sheets? Emmmmmm…
No matter how powerful Boss Lady was, it was impossible to transcend her physical characteristics as a woman; her period was inevitable. Fortunately, she was in good health and had developed her mental state since she was a child. Her physical education was considered top-notch among her classmates. Therefore, her period did not affect her much, and it can almost be ignored. She would still drink and club if she pleased.
So the current scene made her a little confused.
Probably because she drank too much yesterday, coupled with the recent improper schedule, this pain not only intensified, but also made her body very weak. She just wanted to lay in bed and groan in pain.
Boss Lady half laid in the bed in dismay. She felt that employees who asked for leave due to menstrual cramps every month really suffered and should be approved. The problem now was that she put a blood stain on the cute sheets of the Little Shopkeeper.
How shameful.
Just thinking about it, Little Shopkeeper had knocked on the door outside again. "Are you ready? I’m coming in, okay?"
"Umm..." Boss Lady fell back on the bed and responded.
When Little Shopkeeper walked in, she saw Boss Lady lying on the bed with a pale face, looking very pitiful.
"Is there anywhere that is uncomfortable?" Little Shopkeeper stroked her hair with concern.
Before Boss Lady could speak, Little Shopkeeper had already seen the situation on the bed sheet, and suddenly she could not help but laugh. It turned out that people like Boss Lady, who exudes such an aggressive aura, can also suffer from menstrual cramps, haha. But it was distressing to see her so hurt.
"It turns out to be menstrual cramps? Keep yourself warm, you can only endure it for now. I will find clothes for you to change into, and then cook some ginger and brown sugar soup for you. Don't worry, it will not hurt soon."
From her closet, Little Shopkeeper found clean panties and a long skirt, and a period pad, helped Boss Lady into the bathroom, then turned around and began to change the sheets.
Boss Lady, who was taken care of as a baby during the whole process: "..."
She shamelessly felt it was so comfortable, so she continued to pretend to be weak and groan and moan in exchange for sympathy from the little shopkeeper. As if the woman who always walked in high heels and made the department managers speechless was not her.
At this moment, Boss Lady was looking at the Little Shopkeeper's panties in a daze. The little thing was pastel-colored, like a girl's dream, but the style was very simple, without lace or anything, as cute as the Little Shopkeeper.
Boss Lady felt like she was becoming more and more vulgar... so ashamed.
Throwing away the thoughts in her head, Boss Lady quickly changed her clothes, washed her underwear, and dried them in the bathroom. It's really a very different morning ah.
After dealing with the unexpected incident, the two of them sat in the living room and ate warm congee, paired with the small dishes made by Little Shopkeeper. It was refreshing and delicious. The air was filled with the sweet and greasy aroma of brown sugar—it was the ginger brown sugar soup that Little Shopkeeper had cooked for her, still steaming in the pot.
So comfortable. Of all the mornings she had gotten up with a hangover, today was the day where Boss Lady’s physical and mental state was the most comfortable—not counting the unexpected arrival of her period.
It's such a joy to be by this person’s side.
Boss Lady wanted to slap herself in the face. In the ten years of her adult life, she lived a free and wanton life, which made many envious. But she herself knew that occasionally when she looked back, she would be a little cold, but she was free and easy by nature, so she would quickly throw those thoughts away and avoid thinking about it. Yet that feeling vaguely lingered there.
To make an analogy, it was like smoking a cigarette. The ashes after the smoke was cold, bleak, and tasteless.
The feeling of staying next to Little Shopkeeper made her greedy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Little Shopkeeper laughed, "Hurry up and eat, and take a good rest after the meal."
Boss Lady sat upright, showing her trademark evil smile. "Such a feast for the eyes, making me more hungry." Those affectionate eyes made it seem she was her whole world. The long legs in front of her were white and thin, not the sick weak kind, but full of health and vitality—Little Shopkeeper's long skirt only covered up to Boss Lady’s knees.
As a visual animal, Little Shopkeeper inevitably felt that she was being flirted with.
"Obediently eat, otherwise I’ll add more ginger into that soup for you later" Little Shopkeeper’s face flushed, but it didn't prevent her from counterattacking.
"I was wrong, great one, please be merciful." Boss Lady begged for mercy, but the corners of her mouth continued to turn up.
The two people chatted about more topics, and the air was filled with joyful air.
Boss Lady thought, ‘F*ck it all, I just want this person.’
She wanted to be with her, hug each other to bed every day, wake up, hug each other in the morning, leave a kiss on her cheek, and then get up to cook. Little Shopkeeper could warm up the milk while she toasted the bread or fried omelets. They would eat breakfast before she ate her, then go to work together; send Little Shopkeeper to her milk tea shop and after she would go to her company. During noon, she would go to Little Shopkeeper to have a meal together. She wanted to hug her and kiss her, and take her hand while shopping.
Boss Lady wanted this person.
She should not be afraid of hurting Little Shopkeeper with her wishful thinking. She was confident, and Little Shopkeeper should also be willing.
She will take care of everything. If Little Shopkeeper is with her, she will surely let her have no worries. She will be happier with her than compared to anyone else. If Little Shopkeeper really doesn’t want to be with her, then what’s wrong with going back to being friends?
The reason why Boss Lady is a boss was because she was never afraid of losing.
As for the previously mentioned ‘keeping a distance from Little Shopkeeper,’ Boss Lady, who has already been face-slapped multiple times, and as the second Wang Jingze*, confidently stated inwardly: ‘This is the very essence of love. No one knows when it will come.’
(TN: Wang Jingze, a participant in the show X-Change, initially displayed spoiled behavior by stubbornly refusing to eat food prepared by the rural family. However, after two hours, hunger compelled him to relent, and he found the food surprisingly delicious. This transformation, highlighted by a flashback, garnered viral attention. Read more here- https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/wang-jingze)
So delicious.
Boss Lady took in another big mouthful of congee.
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Author’s Notes:
Even Boss Lady can't escape her menstrual period _(:з」∠)_
Muah chuchu~
