The Devil who devoured Snow White

Lu Mengjie didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw the serious look on his face. She was torn. Was he not embarrassed about saying such things? 

"But sir, I'm pretty sure that you won't always be at home with your wife. Don't you have a job?"

Han Yizhou was pleased to hear 'your wife' from the sales lady though, despite that, he wasn't going to hold back his stand. At the same time, the pregnant woman standing beside him couldn't help but blush shyly at the way she was addressed by the staff.

"I have only one job and that is to be my wife's servant," the man retorted. He even placed his hand on his lover's waist, pulling her close to him.

"So we're not going to buy that item since I am already here to help her out." 

Help her in what?! Squeezing out the milk for her?! She surely can do that by herself!

"..." This time, Lu Mengjie's mouth dropped. Oh how she wished she could dig a hole and hide from the embarrassment she was currently experiencing. Just what the hell was he trying to defend? Her breasts?!

The sales lady was stubborn just like Han Yizhou but despite that, a troublesome smile remained on her lips.

"Babies usually bite their mothers' nipples whenever they drink. By buying this breast pump, it will help your wife from the trouble of experiencing that. As her husband, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't want to share her with anyone, right?"

"..." Just like Han Yizhou, this woman was actually… just shameless as him!

After hearing her reasonings, the man finally hesitated… she somehow managed to convince him. "Which is better? The manual or the automatic?"

"..." She gave up. She couldn't even say a word out of embarrassment. 

Now that she had a closer look at the other woman, for some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity. The woman was tall, her raven hair was tied into a high bun and her sharp eyes were staring stubbornly at Han Yizhou. She was not young, around her 30s or maybe even reaching 40. Despite that, the woman was beautiful, attractive in a mature way. 

The sales lady finally turned her gaze at Lu Mengjie, her lips still curled in a smile. "What do you think, ma'am? Do you prefer the manual or the automatic?"

Upon hearing her inquiry a memory flashed before her. It was a memory of a matured beauty. She was holding two guns, one for each of her hands.

"Which do you prefer? Manual or automatic?" The woman asked with a sophisticated smile on her face.

"Mengjie?" Han Yizhou's voice snapped her out from recalling the memory. She turned to look at him, she was in a daze.

"Is everything alright?"

"Ah… yes…" She muttered. She slowly turned her gaze back at the woman. "Miss, do I know you?"

The woman blinked a few times in bewilderment. On the other hand, Han Yizhou's guard went up. He glanced at the woman in front, giving her a scrutinizing gaze. He may not know the woman but if Lu Mengjie recognized her, she could only be her ally or foe. If she was the latter, then he was ready to do anything just so he could protect the woman beside him.

"This is my first time meeting you, ma'am." The woman's business smile was back on her face. "Besides, if I have seen a beautiful woman like you, I will never forget you. You and your husband are a pretty eye-catching couple after all. You must have mistaken me for someone else, ma'am."

"Ah…" She could be right but for some reason, something in her said otherwise. The maturity of the woman, her polished face was familiar.

It was the same feeling that she felt when she first saw Han Yizhou in disguise. He may be able to deceive others but her eyes were sharp. Even his small movements. His scent. His height. His voice. She has an eye for beauty and distinguishing one real beauty from a fake was her specialty. In terms of disguise, no one could easily deceive her eagle-sharp senses. Her only disadvantage at that moment was that… she had no recollection of this woman other than the memory she remembered earlier.

"Do you still want to buy a breast pump, ma'am? Sir?"

Lu Mengjie sighed and replied, "we'll get the automatic one."

The woman's face brightened. "Good choice! Please wait here, I'll get one for you." With that, she turned and left the couple.

"Have you remembered something earlier?" Han Yizhou asked as he led her to seat while they were waiting for the staff to return.

"Yeah… a woman who looks like her. I'm not sure but it's like she was selling guns to me in the memory I remembered."

The man furrowed his brows in confusion. "Guns?"

"Yes. But I'm not sure. It's a bit hazy." She sighed exasperatedly, catching her head on her hand. 

Han Yizhou's eyes were now filled with concern. He placed his hand on her back and gently rubbed her there. "Don't force it if you can't remember."

"Mm…" Even if she wanted to force it, she knew what would happen. She'll just end up having a headache. "But I'm sure… the woman in my memory is making me choose between two guns. Manual or automatic."

"I can have my men check on her if you want." He pulled out his phone from his pocket.

Before Lu Mengjie could even give him an answer, another saleswoman came to them, holding a paper bag.

"Sumimasen (excuse me)." The Japanese staff stood in front of them.

Lu Mengjie turned to Han Yizhou. He was the one who knew how to speak Japanese. 

The man turned to the sales lady and began conversing with her, speaking fluently in another language.

She was quietly watching them from her seat. Judging from the expression of her lover, she could tell that something was wrong.

When his conversation with the sales lady ended, he turned to her. "That woman earlier… she's not one of the staff here." He gave her the paper bag and continued, "she has already paid for this."

"Then…"

"You're right. She must be someone you knew."

Lu Mengjie was still staring at him, wide-eyed. She turned her gaze at the paper bag and inside, she saw a note. She picked it up and read what was written on it.

'Until we meet again, sweetheart. - Madam G.'

Madam G?

She weaved her brows together at the name. It sounded familiar but at the same time, she couldn't recall any of her memories of that woman. It was frustrating. Aside from that, she couldn't help but ask… was she a friend or a foe?