Chap 11 Spoiled Soysauce

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Whassup, Dae? Sorry for the late reply. How are you?

About the scholarship.. to be very honest, I was a little bit hesitated whether to push through with the plan or not because I'm not sure they'll accept someone like me.. But, there's no harm in trying, right? I already promised you too that I would try, anyway. So thank you so much, Dae- for giving me a chance.. And being stubbornly patient with me.

I wish us both for the best of luck, always. Take care.. :))))

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Baekhyun said no. He remembered clearly that he said no. Then why on earth the almighty Mrs. Zhang was standing in the middle of the ministore right in front of him right now?

If he could run away, he would.

Sadly, there's no escape for him. The only door for the way out was behind Mrs. Zhang, while the other door behind him lead to the storage combined with the changing room. Should he hide inside then? His frown deepened as he was contemplating, but Mrs. Zhang didn't give him any chance to decide.

"Long time no see, Baekhyun,"

Baekhyun shivered- but not in a good way.

"I used to call you Baekhyunnie,"

Baekhyun bit his lips, at this point, it would be better if he just stop trying to run away- see and hear what she want and if possible, get done with it once and for all. He sighed and decided to offer a seat on the chairs by the corner of the ministore. The elegant lady strutted confidently and sat on one of it. Her pose and everything reminded him of someone familiar, someone who think highly of herself, someone who came to dictate him and not to hear anything from him- someone like Park Dara.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Mrs. Zhang looked around, her oily nose powdered with expensive make up scrunched as she didn't find something fit her style in the ministore, "Mineral water would be fine,"

Baekhyun took a cold one for her and set it on the table before carefully took two seats away from her. Not to be rude, but it's important for him to stay sane in the comfy of his personal bubble as far away from her- deep inside probably afraid she would burst it if he was too close. He sat there silently, didn't even want to see her face, or her everything and realize that she was living a better life than him and his father. After sometime sitting in silence, and Mrs. Zhang didn't even touch the water bottle, Baekhyun finally snapped and ask, "What do you want?"

"Is that how you talk to an older lady, Baekhyun? I gave you a chance to talk kindly to me but you talk like uneducated street rat. I didn't remember I teach you like that, you must be got it after I'm gone?"

Baekhyun scoffed, he couldn't believe what he just heard. After running away from her family she had the guts to judge them because of a straight forward question, "I don't have all day and I believe you too had better things to take care off. So why don't we just skip to the main point before my coworker start his shift. You don't want him to see the lady of Zhang Enterprise having a word or two with a low life minimarket employee don't you?"

Mrs. Zhang maintained her stare at Baekhyun who didn't want to look away either. He felt like if he turn away, his resolve would completely crumbled and this woman before him would take him in her palm once again. Baekhyun watched as Mrs. Zhang sighed and shifted on her seat.

"I saw you at the gala," she started. "You looked.." She raked her eyes up and down at Baekhyun in his orange uniform.

"Different?"

"I wasn't sure at first," she continued, ignoring Baekhyun's word. "You looked so fine I almost believe you're not Baekhyun. But then I found your photos on the news. The more I looked at them, the more I couldn't just shrug the feeling. So, I have to make sure. I asked Yixing to find you,"

Suddenly Baekhyun felt annoyed. Yixing rat him out eventhough he said he didn't want to meet his stepmother. He made a mental note to call him after this and give him a piece of his mind. He didn't care if the kind and polite chinese guy was busy.

"Of course he wouldn't do that for me. He always hated me, but I understand, the feelings are mutual. He did the opposite, instead of reporting to me, he covered you up and pretended to be busy with his boyfriend's silly boyband all this week- it's ridiculous, I couldn't even reach him at all."

Baekhyun was confused, "Then how did you find me?"

The lady shrugged as if it's just a piece of cake. Like finding Baekhyun was like a childplay to her, "Don't you see, Baekhyun? I know my stepson was rebellious since his teenager days- therefore I couldn't depend anything on him. I have my ways, and lots of resources, I just have to use it wisely. One man to follow Yixing every minute and everyday- and one man to follow that star, Park Chanyeol,"

Baekhyun's stomach churned at her words. Somehow, he had bad feeling about it.

"You know, my men reported to me diligently unlike my useless stepson. I finally found you after putting everything together. It kinda confusing at first, seeing you all rich and sophisticated at the gala but receiving report that the only person both my son and Park Chanyeol met was you- a mere ministore employee. And you know what, I know something more interesting because of them,"

Baekhyun gulped but his throat was as dry as sahara.

"I know you play with fire, Byun Baekhyun. Be careful not to get burn,"  

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For days, Baekhyun couldn't rest. After his meeting with the lady of the Zhang Enterprise- he couldn't and he wouldn't call her as his mother for God's sakes- he missed a lot of sleep, especially at night. Not only because of the rage that was burning inside of him since that day but also because he felt worried about Chanyeol. What if she decided to spill out the proves that she had between them just to ruin his life? The problem was- Baekhyun's life was already ruined beyond repair since he watched her walked out the door, leaving him and his father behind, as sad as it is, he was used to all of it- but it wouldn't be as easy to Chanyeol. His career would end even before it got the chance to fully bloom. He would drag Chanyeol down into the misery side just because of the evil lady.

"Then, what should I do to make you keep it all to yourself? I don't care about my life, but I care about Chanyeol's,"

The old lady chuckled, her wrinkles made her looked like a twisted witch under the weak lamp of ministore, "Easy. You just only have to keep to yourself about us too. I don't need a kid from my past ruining what I have now,"

Baekhyun smiled at Mrs. Zhang's words. A sad smile with a hint of finality- as if he would never ever smile again for her if they ever meet another time, "If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the scissors. You already did- 10 years ago, when you stepped out of the house with your luggage,"