You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 409 Dressing Up As A Man

Vicente had neat, short hair and was dressed in a set of androgynous clothes. At a first glance, he indeed looked like a man.

But the female voice just now did come from his mouth.

It was obviously a woman's voice.

Nina couldn't help but wonder if he was actually a woman in disguise.

She took a more careful look at Vicente. Now that the seed of doubt had germinated, everything about him seemed bizarre in her eyes.

The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it felt for her. A feminine man? He was simply not a man!

"You're not a man." The Barbie dolls in Nina's arms fell to the floor. She wasn't asking. She was stating, and there was an indubitable certainty in her tone. Vicente squinted and asked harshly, "Who allowed you to come up here?!"

This time, his voice sounded like a man's.

Nina was a little taken aback. This was the first time she ever saw Vicente having such a cold, furious look.

"Your mom took me here," Nina answered.

Nina looked at the woman who was now hiding behind Vicente. When Vicente looked at his scared mother, his anger faded almost in a flash.

"My mother's mentally ill. She probably mistook you for my younger sister. Please forgive her."

Although he apologized, it sounded extremely perfunctory. Nina remained silent and just stared at the two people suspiciously for a while. The female voice still echoed in her ears.

After a while, she finally asked, "Didn't you say you have no sister?"

"She's dead," Vicente said emotionlessly, as if he had said these few words countless times.

Silence sank into the room.

Nina kept looking at Vicente with a gaze filled with surprise, skepticism, and suspicion. When he looked away, she happened to catch a glimpse of serenity in his gaze. It wasn't a normal kind of serenity. It was the kind of serenity belonging to someone who had surrendered to fate and had no hope in life.

Just like when he decided to marry Nina no matter what, he had already accepted his fate, so he wouldn't put up any unnecessary struggle or resistance. Neither of them spoke, but in that split second their eyes met, they seemed to have conveyed a lot to each other.

A loud slapping noise broke the awkward silence and snapped the two people out of their thoughts. Mrs. Nangong slapped herself hysterically. "You're not dead. Don't say that you're dead. It's all my fault." "Mom!" Vincente hastily caught her hands to stop her action. In a moment of desperation, his voice accidentally reverted back to that of a woman. He held his mother's face and blew her red cheek gently. But Mrs. Nangong still struggled to get free and tried to continue slapping herself. "Mom, don't do this." Vicente desperately pulled her into his arms. His eyes were bloodshot. "Your daughter is here. I'm not dead, and I've never blamed you."

In fact, he did blame his mother before. As time passed by, however, his resentment gradually faded, and he was too mentally exhausted to complain.

He knew that he had to accept his fate.

Mrs. Nangong's mental state changed quickly. Up until a few seconds ago, she was still slapping herself and shouting hysterically. Now, she was patting Vicente's back softly to comfort him like a loving mother would do. "My daughter is good. You're the best. You always listen to me."

To say Nina was shocked was an understatement. She had almost been sure of her conjecture, but the knowledge of Vicente's ability to change his voice at a whim created a new doubt in her mind.

Had Vicente learned to change his voice so that he could speak to his mother in his sister's voice?

Judging from the current situation, this was most likely the case.

She must get to the bottom of this today no matter what.

"Mom, go downstairs first. I have something to do with my friend now. I'll play with you after I finish my business, okay?" Vicente coaxed with a smile.

Mrs. Nangong nodded but glanced nervously at the Barbie dolls scattered on the floor. Vicente, who understood her worry, said, "Don't worry, Mom. I like your gifts."

"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs then." Mrs. Nangong skipped out of the room with a happy smile.

Vincente couldn't help but worry to see her jumping like a child. He said, "Slow down. Be careful not to fall."

Once Mrs. Nangong disappeared from his sight, the small smile on his face faded completely. Vicente turned around to look at Nina and said in his male voice, "Nina, didn't I ask you to wait for me downstairs?" He was obviously angry at her.

"Your mom brought me here. She said she wanted to give me some dolls." Nina squatted down to pick up a Barbie doll in a pink dress and handed it to Vicente. With slightly raised eyebrows, she asked bluntly, "Are you a man or a woman?"

"A man," Vicente answered straightforwardly.

Nina smiled and reached out towards him. "Okay, let me have a test."

"What do you want to do?" Vicente swatted her hands away and looked at her warily.

Before he could evade her, however,

she already pushed him against the wall and reached out to take off his clothes.

"Nina, didn't you say that you only like John? Why are you taking off another man's clothes now?" Vicente sounded tough, but his gaze shifted around. He also crossed his hands over his chest, looking like a woman who was about to be raped by a hooligan.

The corners of Nina's lips twitched. This scene was really unbearable, but it wasn't enough to deter her from finding out the truth. She placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him pinned on the wall. "Are you a man or a woman? Why are you so strong?" Vicente, who couldn't move, asked resentfully.

It was really shocking that the princess, who was half a head shorter than him, actually had such strength.

"I'm a woman." Before he could recover from the shock, Nina already reached out, grabbed his collar, and tore his shirt open.

Vicente was rendered completely speechless. There was nothing but shock in his expression.

For a moment, both of them seemed to hold their breaths, and another round of awkward silence sank into the room.

Sometime later, Nina finally regained her composure. The white cloth wrapped around Vicente's chest was already an answer to her doubt. She repeated calmly, "I'm a woman, and so are you."

The embarrassment of having her real gender exposed made Vicente furious. She shook off Nina's hand hard and yelled, "Why are you so violent if you're a woman? You could even tear my shirt apart! Who taught you to do that?"

She lowered her head and stared at her exposed body in disbelief.

"I learned it from my husband." Nina took a small step back and stared at Vicente with an interested gaze. The cloth wrapped around her body was like a tube top that girls liked to wear, and since she'd torn her shirt off, Vicente looked like she was wearing only a tube top and a coat.

It looked quite stylish in all honesty.

"You look cool in this outfit," Nina commented seriously.

Vicente was practically foaming at the mouth. "Shut up!" Now that Nina had known that she was a woman, Vicente no longer used her male voice and now spoke using her original voice. She glared at Nina and put on a new shirt.

Nina smiled. After knowing that Vicente was a woman, she felt much more relieved. It was as if she'd been freed from the huge burden weighing her down.

She chuckled and promised, "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

In Vicente's eyes, Nina's smile looked hypocritical. Too lazy to keep up appearances, she snorted disdainfully, "Try divulging it to others, and I'll make sure your pregnancy is known by everyone. I'd like to see how you'll deal with the crisis then."

"Are you threatening me?" Nina asked calmly. The smile on her face didn't diminish in the slightest.

Vicente really wanted to give Nina a slap in the back of her head to knock what she saw just now out of her memory.

Her mother was the only person who knew that she disguised herself as a man, but she was mentally ill. Even if she told the truth to others, they would only take it as her acting out because she missed her "dead daughter" too much.

"Yes, I am," Vicente said crossly. "Stop smiling. It makes my scalp tingle."

Nina smiled even more happily. "Are you angry because I know your gender or because I robbed your drumstick?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐