No Misunderstandings Between Men, Only Fortunate Encounters

"—Ah—ah—Baka yarou—how could this happen!?" The three Japanese men frantically covered their "vital parts" with one hand and desperately tried to pull up their pants with the other.

"Whoa—no way! In Cantonese: That's not it, that's p! Come on, you don't have to be so dramatic—" a young guy shouted in shock at the scene.

"Uh—are these three dudes actors for Tokyo Hot? They look kinda familiar—wait, is Tokyo Hot making bromance films now? And shooting in Hong Kong?!" A "veteran action movie fan" muttered. (Note: Tokyo Hot is a top-three Japanese AV studio. If you love action movies, you know! Wink wink—)

"Sigh—the world’s going downhill, really downhill—someone like me, an old-timer, just can’t take this—totally ruined my appetite—I’m going home to wash my eyes out—these little Japanese punks are out of line—damn it—" An old uncle finally couldn’t stand the "obscene" scene, stood up angrily, shook his head, and left in disgust.

At this point, the three embarrassed Japanese men didn’t care about etiquette or shame anymore. They just wanted to get their pants back on and escape this "heartbreak hotel" ASAP. But Shawn Young watched their frantic struggle and couldn’t help but rub salt in their wounds, sneering: "Yo—never thought you three had such wild tastes! Respect, respect! Guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover—today I finally get what that means!"

"You—you—" Ian Umekawa was shaking with rage, unable to get a word out. He, Kazuo Yamada, and Masao Honda glared at Shawn Young, their eyes burning with fury. If looks could kill, Shawn would’ve been toast—but luckily, their stares weren’t that lethal.

Shawn Young didn’t care about their angry glares at all. He kept up his sarcastic banter: "Hey—don’t worry, I’m not judging you for being into guys. Seriously, play however you like, but this is a public spot—everyone’s trying to enjoy their desserts. You guys putting on a live show like this is seriously killing the mood—get it?!"

"Baka—I swear I’m never eating dessert here again! You Chinese are all bastards—huge bastards!" Kazuo Yamada yelled, his face flushed with anger. Out of the three, Kazuo was the top dog, so he took the biggest hit.

"Oh—Mr. Yamada, no need to freak out—if you keep making a scene like this, maybe they won’t even want to sell you dessert next time," Shawn Young sneered.

"Baka—even if you gave it to me for free, I wouldn’t eat it! You’re all a bunch of bastards—pigs!" Kazuo Yamada screamed, totally losing it.

His shouting didn’t even need Shawn Young to step in. An elderly uncle came out from behind the counter, glaring angrily at the three Japanese men and snapped, "Get lost—this shop never wants to see you three barking mutts again!"

The uncle’s words instantly got the other customers riled up. Everyone started trash-talking the three Japanese guys, and some angry youngsters even threw random stuff at them. The whole place was in an uproar.

Seeing the public outrage, Ian Umekawa waved his hands frantically, trying to explain: "Uh—uncle, wait—this is all a misunderstanding—don’t be like that—"

"Misunderstanding? My ass—get out—hurry up—don’t mess up my business—" The uncle didn’t listen to his excuses, shooing and pushing the three Japanese men out of the shop.

Watching the three Japanese men leave in total embarrassment, Yara Zen, who hadn’t said a word until now, looked at Shawn Young with a playful pout, then giggled: "Hehe—now your misunderstanding is officially beyond repair!"

"Heh—like I said—there’s no misunderstanding between men, only lucky encounters—those three brought it on themselves! Not my fault!" Shawn Young grinned mischievously.

"Uh—those three Japanese guys only dared talk to you like that because they’ve got powerful backers. You need to be careful—Japanese are famous for holding grudges. They won’t just let this go—" Yara Zen frowned slightly, thinking of all the possibilities.

"Heh, perfect—I love getting the upper hand first! So really, my personality matches theirs. If I run into those three next time, it’s gonna be even more fun!" Shawn Young wasn’t scared at all. During the earlier scuffle, Kazuo Yamada and Masao Honda had some moves, but they were nowhere near his level—not even worthy opponents!

"Yeah—but still, let’s be a little careful—uh, forget it. Let’s just order our desserts to go." Yara Zen knew Shawn Young wasn’t worried about revenge, so she changed the subject.

"Oh, take it to go? Not eating here?" Shawn Young asked, a little surprised.

Yara Zen’s cheeks flushed with a rosy blush as she whispered, "Aiya—I just like taking it to go, then heading up to Victoria Peak with you to enjoy the night view. Eat, play, and have fun together!"

"Oh—oh—okay, then let’s get it to go—haha—having dessert on the mountain while watching the night view sounds awesome—" Shawn Young caught the hint of flirtation in her eyes and instantly understood.

Yara Zen shot him a shy glance, then walked over to the counter and said to the uncle, "Uncle Fook, could you please pack two signature coconut puddings, two baked sago taro puddings, and two Hong Kong egg tarts for me?"

Uncle Fook glanced at Shawn Young behind Yara Zen, clearly familiar with her, and smiled, "Little Zen, who’s that guy with you? In all these years, this is the first time I’ve seen you bring a boy here—"

"Hehe—Uncle Fook, he’s my boyfriend. I met him on the mainland, and now he’s here to keep me company—" Yara Zen said, her cute face blushing shyly.

"Oh—I knew it! This guy’s got guts, messing with those three arrogant Japanese like that. I think he’s pretty cool. Little Zen, you better hold on to him—" Uncle Fook grinned.

"Hehe—I know—oh, my order’s ready already! We’ll head out now, Uncle Fook—" Yara Zen said shyly as the staff handed her the packed desserts. She paid, waved goodbye to Uncle Fook, and grabbed Shawn Young to leave.