Chapter 39: spa 2

Mom: "Well, yes. Skincare? Check. Undies? Check. Nighties? Check. Dinner outfits? Check. Coats? Check. Perfumes? Check. Abayas? Check. Shoes? Check. Jewelry? Check. Okay, I think I'm good to go."

Me: "So what now?"

Mom: "Let me quickly take my bath, grab some food, and then we move."

Me: "Mom, I'm really worried about you. How about one of the chefs moves to my house? Or Uncle Su?"

Mom: "You're forgetting I can cook. We'll survive. And stop making it sound like we're climbing a mountain full of lions and tigers to set up a tent for a month."

Me: "I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. I was just looking out for you."

Mom: "I know." She murmured and walked away. "He nags too much, just like his father."

Me: I followed her. "Wait, did you just call me and Dad"

Mom: She slammed the bathroom door in my face.

Me: I got a little annoyed and walked away.

I rushed downstairs to talk to the butler.

Me: "Uncle Su! Uncle Su!"

Uncle Su: "Good day, young master. Hope you slept well?"

Me: "Yeah, I did. Please tell the chefs to prepare something quick for my mom. Also package some cookies and biscuits and put them in my car. My mom will be staying with me for a while. If anything comes up, call me. If you can't reach me immediately, talk to my PA."

Uncle Su: "Yes, young master."

Me: "How's the maid who passed out?"

Uncle Su: "She's awake now."

Me: "What exactly happened?"

Uncle Su: "The doctor said she passed out from anxiety and tension. I think she was worried sick about Madam."

Me: "But she's better now?"

Uncle Su: "Yes, young master."

Me: "Give her a bonus at the end of this month. Also provide supplements for all the workers in this house."

Uncle Su: "Yes, young master. I'll do that right away."

Me: "Don't forget to call my direct line if anything happens."

Uncle Su: "Yes, young master."

Me: "I'll also call you when my mom needs anything. Stay alert."

Uncle Su: He prostrated. "It is my honor to serve you, young master."

Me: "That's fine. I'll be in the study. Call me when my mom comes down."

Uncle Su: He prostrated again. "Yes, young master."

I went to the study to get some work done. My mom's spa days were always wasted days for me, I swear. She takes the whole day. Facials, pigmentation, lashes, microblading, hair spa sessions, blah, blah, blah. Sometimes she takes two days just for her body. And it's not like she's some old woman with wrinkles all over. She just overdoes everything. God knows how stressed I used to be whenever we went together.

I swear it's so bad that she even schedules facials for me. I mean, as a man, the most necessary thing is a haircut, right? But my mom? Completely different. After my haircut, then fa... fa-fucking-cials. What the hell am I supposed to use facials for? To stop at a club on a pole? To seduce sugar mamas who are clearly someone's wives and mothers? To become the best male runway model? Jesus!

They lay me down on something like a scanner bed, put soap on my eyebrows and lashes, then some weird lens over my eyes like I'm watching a horror movie in VR. The worst part is when the attendant I don't even know what they're called sits in front of me while I'm lying down and studies my face like she's reading my future.

The good part is the massage. Those people know their stuff. But it's still not worth my whole day a day I could've used to work and make maybe 3 million dollars. Sometimes 5 million yuan if I'm consulting Chinese companies.

My PA called. He said everything was settled at my place. The apartment for the bodyguards was arranged. The cleaner had arrived. He'd even hired a chef who would stay with the bodyguards, just in case my mom wanted something and Ann and I weren't around.

Seems like it was time to move out of my condo. A place I was fully comfortable in was now too small for me. Life.

After a few meetings, Uncle Su came to get me. My mom the queen, the chief, the empress, the princess, the mistress, the madam had finally come down after 100 hours of bathing and dressing. I swear, if my mom ever competed for the Guinness World Record for longest time getting dressed, she'd win.

I cleared my table and rushed downstairs.

When I reached the dining table, my jaw dropped.

Me: "What?"