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Life went on. Ming had his way. Mike was fed up with everything, so he ended up taking the plunge and giving his father the middle finger. May was fed up with Tong and so they had to break up after he used her shares in the company as collateral for a loan. She was fed up with men.
That's how they ended up here.
In one of the most expensive restaurants in the country. At one large, richly set table. Their irritated father and amused mother. Ming always said that this woman was a bitch in disguise and that she was just bored with life. He knew he was waiting for something exciting. And there they were. Fulfilling her wildest dream.
Ming with Joe.
Mike with Jim.
May with Joy.
It was... interesting.
Ming, as always, ever since he told his parents the truth about his interest in men, one man in particular - Joe, didn't hold back and was sickeningly sweet. He kept putting food on Joe's plate. He peeled shrimp for him. He wiped his mouth and cheeks whenever he got dirty. He smiled at him the whole time and paid absolutely no attention to anyone else at the table. He especially ignored his father's constant attempts to get attention.
Ming was in his own little universe. Which embarrassed Joe so much that his hands were shaking and the red in his cheeks didn't leave for even a second. Mike began to worry that his brother's boyfriend's head would simply explode from embarrassment and everyone would be covered in his brain. But he didn't feel like disturbing them.
Thanks to how much fuss Ming was making around himself, Mike could easily and discreetly pamper his partner. Jim was much better behaved than Joe. However, none of them could deny that watching Ming in such a state was heartwarming and funny.
Ming, who himself had always been the most spoiled child at the table that everyone took care of, was now almost his boyfriend's servant. Mike wondered if Joe asked if Ming would be able to deny him anything. On the other hand, he was glad that Joe didn't seem like a bad person who would take advantage of Ming's crush. All this madness has reached an equilibrium somewhere.
- How's your latest project, Joe? I heard you work hard?
Her mother asked, trying to at least make civil conversation at the table.
No one paid attention to May and Joy. Well, they were the most polite members of the table. Nobody could accuse them of anything. Especially since May was pregnant.
- This is a very complicated project, P'Joe works hard and is great in front of the camera. He is like a real professional.
Joy says with a smile. Eyes turn towards her. Everyone sees her hand resting calmly on May's growing belly. Nobody comments on this though. Even their father decided that this topic should be left unsaid. Mike didn't mind that his sister had finally found some happiness and peace in her life. If he knew how Ming manipulated Tong into handing over his assistant to Joe, and then very often took May to the set to "cheer her up after the divorce" and threw her into Joy's arms to take care of her while he ogled his boyfriend. Mike wasn't going to say anything. In the end, the most important thing was that they were both happy.
Mike has learned not to pay attention to many things. For example, Joy's hand, or Ming's hands when they disappeared under the table. Just like he had learned not to pay attention to Jim's hands when they were in public places. When they were home alone, his hands were one of the things he loved to pay a lot of attention to.
If Joe could have turned even redder, he probably would have done so when Ming tightened his grip on his thigh. Mike completely missed how he moved in a suggestive way.
Nobody definitely saw it.
Dinner was a surprisingly civilized affair. With the whole agreement of silence and not noticing certain things.
Life went on.
Quietly.