Lady Meilin is seduced by her green tea brother-in-law everyday

The mighty Little Peepstar: [Sometimes, men do not put on their thinking caps and it results in them thinking with the wrong organ.

Like a certain minister that was caught in the bed of an upcoming actress last night. The end result was a scarred actress whose face will need ten days to recover and a minister suddenly taking a two week vacation to fix his marriage for the eleventh time.

Another such person is a certain space pilot that seems not to know where his bed on earth is. He spent the night in the apartment where a grieving widow lives.

Far be it for me to speculate on how the pilot comforted the widow. But, I can guess what organ was used in the comforting and it was not his brain.]

Below the post, pictures of the minister and actress were blurred out a little bit but for Mo Liang, his face was visible. Despite the darkness of the night, his blue astronaut jacket could be seen clearly.

[Me: Say no more, I know what organ was used...hahaha]

[Peepstar, there is no more need to be vague some of us have already figured things out. The relationship between a famous space pilot and certain doctor is sketchy.]

[Please stop throwing dirt on a grieving widow, you lack a spirit of nationalism.]

[I would ask where his bed is but the answer is automatic: In the house he shares with his wife.]

[Thinking with the wrong organ!!! Lol!! I want to see proof of what happened in that apartment. As for the minister’s wife, after finding your husband cheating for the eleventh time, why are you trying to fix that marriage?]

[The bed was left in space on the international space station. Problem fixed.]

[Everyday, the space pilot gives us something to talk about here. When you question the sketchy behavior he has shown elsewhere online, your post is deleted.]

[Affairs and organs in one post....space pilot is having an affair. Maybe this is why the socialite Jun Meilin returned, she wants to fix her marriage.]

[Fix what marriage? Did you not see her hitting him with a bag? I would beat that scoundrel too if I was her.]

[Isn’t he the father of the little general? Isn’t he afraid that she has a royal decree to slap his cheeks?]

[Maybe they are just friends. When my ex girlfriend passed away, her best friend lived with me for a year helping me cope with the loss.]

[Above brother, we know what organ was used...hahaha]

***

The meeting with the lawyers run long, lasting two and a half hours. When it ended, Rose took Mei Mei out for lunch, there were many things that they still had to discuss.

They went to the restaurant in one of the best hotels around. The moment they sat down, Rose showed Mei Mei the peep star’s latest post.

"Have you seen this? The peepstar has posted something else about the scumbag you married. He spent the night in Tang Yue’s apartment." She put down her phone but the holographic projection of the post remained, hovering just slightly above the physical phone. New comments were still coming in, sliding up one at a time. "I still cannot believe that Tang Yue slept with your husband. She used to walk around calling you sister, sister." Rose mimicked the small slow voice that Tang Yue used to use when calling Mei Mei.

In response, Mei Mei snorted. Her eyes were more focused on the smart menu on the table and she was scrolling her table, deciding what she wanted to eat.

"When are you kicking that bastard out of your house?" Rose asked. "He cannot stay there because while two are in the divorce process, everything you say or do can and will be used against you. After those forged allegations you exposed earlier, I am worried about his intentions. They are less than honorable."

Mei Mei made her order, spaghetti with some shrimp and vegetables on the side. She also ordered for a some sparkling white wine.

Rose tilted her head and smiled curiously. "Wine!"

Mei Mei nodded. "Another thing that I gave up because Mo Liang thought it was unladylike. Now I wonder what is unladylike about drinking a glass of wine. It was not as if I drunk like a fish. I used to have two to three glasses a week and always on social occasions."

"He took a rich man’s daughter and decided to mold her into his twisted image of the woman he desired." Rose swung her hand out and slapped the yellow flowers in a jar that were sitting on a table.

A waitress assumed the flowers were bothering them so rushed over and took them away. At that same moment, the wine and crisp vegetable spring rolls arrived. Mei Mei was particularly ravenous after the meeting, she started eating as soon as the waitress turned her back on them.

"Will you stop stuffing yourself and answer my questions?" Rose complained. "Starting with a newer question of when you are planning to return home. Now that you are divorcing that scum, isn’t it about time for you to face mom and dad?"

Mei Mei put down the half bitten spring roll, swallowed what was in his mouth and then shook her head. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes on the plate, squinting as if she was trying to see through the spring rolls.

Rose sighed, she could tell that the answer was going to be something along the line of ’its complicated.’

"Its complicated." Mei Mei said, right on cue just as Rose finished the similar thought. "I left with my head held high. If I return in disgrace, how will I face them? How will I face the rest of the family?"

"Nobody cares." Rose answered.

"Well I do." Mei Mei raised her head and looked into Rose’s exasperated eyes with her determined ones. "When I return, I should have something to show for myself. I cannot be the prodigal child that returns with empty hands and holes in her clothes, begging to be taken back. If I do that, I will never be able to hold my head up or say a word when the family is discussing important business."

Again, tears visited her eyes and her voice softened. "I cannot return as a charity case and have someone else be removed from their position to make room for me just because I am mom and dad’s child. I cannot return in shame, my marriage alone is enough shame. If I have to return like that, I think I will die of sorrow."