The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love

Chapter 491: Decoding

A buzz rang in Yang Bingqing’s head for a long time, as though the earth had swept off of her feet."What...What are you saying?" She stumbled, supporting her weight against a table bedside the couch. Her heart hammered with a speed that would threaten unconsciousness if not steadied in time.

"Wh-What is this I am hearing...? Are you making a fool out of me!"

Mingshen grimaced. "Why are you so shocked? You were the one pushing us in one bed all this time."

"All in my sweet imagination! I didn’t know it would turn out to be true...!"

She grabbed his arms and pushed him on the couch. Her piercing gaze left him no room to escape, not that he was looking to escape either.

"Tell. Me. Everything."

"Ew. Mom, you are interested in your son’s sex life?"

"Shut up! Tell me from the beginning! How it happened, when it happened, why it happened - don’t skip a single thing!"

"Wow, gossiping about your own son."

"Are you telling me or do you need some motivation from my fist?" Her gaze darkened.

"Fine! Just get off my back - no, my chest after this," he looked annoyed.

As Mingshen proceeded to explain, Yang Bingqing was left more and more flabbergasted.

"Where is the confession here?"

He stared at her, then averted his gaze to the right. "What part of this whole explanation did you not understand that we messed up the order a bit?"

"You messed up the order here, not her! How dare you seduce her without a proper confession?" She cried. "When did my son become a playboy?"

"..."

"This conversation is over."

Mingshen shifted to get up - only if Yang Bingqing allowed him. Her grip on his shoulders was as unforgiving as a natural disaster from God.

"This conversation is not over, young man," her voice dropped to an icy low. "You have to tell how you will rectify this blunder on your part. My Jia deserves a proper, respectable confession, not a one-night stand!"

His expression blackened.

"It wasn’t a one-night stand! Do you think so less of me?"

Her eyes squinted. "Sooooo. Does this mean...you really, truly, indeed, with all your heart - love Jia? The proper kind of love. Responsible kind of love? No fooling around?"

His brow twitched heavily. "Your trust in me brings tears to my eyes."

"Tell me the truth!"

Mingshen squinted his own eyes. "I..."

"Yesss?"

"Will give that answer to Spicy first," he smiled.

"..."

"And when would that be? How?"

"I am still thinking about it."

She glared. "Don’t waste too much time over this! I want to see you two official as soon as possible."

After finally being released from his mother’s clutches, Mingshen entered his bedroom, exhausted. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, he dropped on bed. Yang Bingqing’s grilling had been tougher than Jia’s police interrogation techniques.

Yet her words held merit.

Confession was the next logical step, but he had no idea how.

"Should I like...burst fireworks in the sky saying - I love you?" He frowned.

But considering Jia’s slightly introverted and reserved personality, such a grand confession would probably make her more awkward than heartfelt was what he thought.

"Or maybe I should carve something romantic in blood?"

He gave that a serious thought and concluded Jia would probably feel more horrified than heartfelt.

So he typed a message. ’How had you confessed?’

Wei’s reply was quick to arrive.

’It was in a villa, everything in lavender theme. Lavender is her favorite color.’

Mingshen could feel his pride and joy through the message alone.

A villa huh...In lavender.

A question popped in his mind.

What is Spicy’s favorite color?

One hour passed in the clock and Mingshen was yet to find an answer.

"I don’t know...Spicy’s favorite color? No, that doesn’t seem to be right. We have spent so much time together. I know her better than she knows herself."

And so yet another hour passed.

Shit.

How the hell am I supposed to confess when I don’t even know her favorite color?

"No, no, think. There must be some color she must like wearing often."

There was none. It was as though Jia didn’t discriminate between colors. Which only intensified Mingshen’s dilemma.

"I...really don’t know Spicy’s favorite color. Fuck."

—

Yang Cheng was left deeply puzzled the next morning. Apart from him and his wife at the breakfast table, the remaining faces held such a downspirited gloom as if they had failed some important exam. Even his own son for that matter.

"Oof, why the gloom and doom early in the morning?" Yang Bingqing pouted, watching the three.

Mingshen looked as if he was in an existential crisis.

Jia looked as if she was in a race against time.

Bojing looked as if had failed not just one, but ten super important exams.

Jia was the first to gather her wits. "Oh? Oh, nothing Aunt! I am not gloomy. I am all ready for the day!" She tried to smile but failed miserably.

Ahhh, Mingshen’s birthday is the day after tomorrow and I haven’t thought of a present yet!

Yang Bingqing glanced at Bojing. "And who is making my Bojing cry?"

"H-Huh?" He jolted. "No-Nothing Aunt! I-I am not crying."

"Your red, tired eyes tell a different story."

"...I-I...was watching a t-tragedy movie last night!" He nodded hard.

Yang Bingqing held her doubts, but went on to the last gloomy person of the day.

"And what about my perpetually happy son? For a change, even you look out of sorts."

Is he probably thinking about his confession plan? He wondered.

He wasn’t.

What is Spicy’s favorite color?

Mingshen glanced at her. She had already donned her cop uniform, all set to leave. No clue about the secret answer to his secret question.

Yang Bingqing sighed.

Youngsters these days...

"Anyway. Mingshen. You better not be cooped in your lab on your birthday," she glared. "You must look presentable that evening, not a cold-blooded scientist."

"Why not?"

"It’s a party! Of course you should be at your best!"

His jaw dropped. "Party? You mean people? In our house?"

"That’s what a celebration means, dummy."

His brow twitched heavily. "I don’t want a party. I hate people. Why are you doing this to me?"

"We haven’t had a proper celebration for the last two years!" She harrumphed. "This time no ifs and buts. Besides, I want to show off Jia~"

She choked. "I-It’s Mingshen’s birthday though. He is the star of the party..."

"Well, time for another star to shine beside him~" she gleamed, then nudged her husband. "Right, Cheng?"

Cheng nodded. "Hm."

Jia didn’t quite understand her meaning but left it at that.

"I will take my leave."

"Wait," Mingshen held her hand, earning a raised eyebrow from both parents.

Jia cleared her throat, silently signalling him to release her hand.

"I will come with you too."

She blinked. "There isn’t a case yet though."

"No, there is a case. Super important case," his eyes narrowed. "And I won’t rest till it’s solved."