Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

Although she felt she was right, she didn't like the sound of that. But deep down, she knew her daughter was just making fun of her and probably trying to anger her on purpose.

Shi Wenqian didn't stay long in her bedroom and left her to her peace. She didn't need to ask further in order to confirm her interest in Fang Bingwen.

Her son was going to have the Zhang Group to himself and her daughter was going to be the mistress of the Fang family.

'Now that things are getting into place, it's time to get rid of that girl.' Shi Wenqian concluded in her head as she walked to her bedroom.

She refused to believe that Zhang Liling would not be a threat to her if she was left alive.

*******

Over the next few days, Zhang Liling and Mr. Fang's relationship turned for the better, and everyone around them noticed.

The butler and the housekeeper continued to exchange weird glances every time they saw Zhang Liling chasing after Mr. Fang and annoying him without getting punished.

Bolin had already concluded that something was going on between them, but since his Boss had not said anything to him, it meant that things between them were not yet official.

For him, if they were dating, knowing his Boss, he would have asked him to take care of one or two things from Zhang Liling's side, but since he was mute, he arrived at that conclusion.

Today, Mr. Fang was leaving for work and Zhang Liling was hovering around him as usual.

Climbing down the stairs with his hands tucked into his pants pockets, Mr. Fang said to Zhang Liling who was chasing after him from behind, "When will you stop chasing after me?"

Zhang Liling was a little breathless from chasing after him and finally when she caught up with him, she released a deep breath.

"Just until I catch up with you. You like my scent, so I have to stick to you since you will be facing all kinds of people at work."

Mr. Fang glanced at her with furrowed brows. The reading glasses over his eyes made his gaze stern but unfortunately, Zhang Liling no longer cowered when she met with it.

"Zhang Liling, you are being a nuisance. How do you think I have been survivng before your existence?" He queried and immediately moved his gaze to watch his steps.

Zhang Liling was not offended by his words. The young lady refused to be easily intimidated by him. After getting to know him by trying him so many times and watching him, she concluded that he was harmless.

He didn't have the heart to punish her severely.

"Mr. Fang, I am about to be your gi..."

Instantly, Mr. Fang paused in his steps and glared daggers at her, shutting her up in the process.

Zhang Liling immediately moved her fingers over her lips in a motion that said that her lips was sealed.

"What's the use when your annoying actions has already planted seeds of doubt in everybody's hearts?" He asked.

Mr. Fang was very observant and could see the weird glances everybody was throwing at him, from his personal assistant and down to his Butler.

He was sure they already had ideas about his relationship with her. Her big mouth did not work, but her annoying actions did.

Zhang Liling immediately forgot about the self-observed punishment as her lips parted to respond. "Mr. Fang, it's because they are sharp-eyed. We still address each other formerly yet they could speculate."

Fang Bingwen did not even bother to answer her anymore. He continued down the stairs and and immediately made a turn for the entrance as soon as he stepped down the last stairs.

Zhang Liling continued to follow him with his workbag. Outside the house, she greeted Bolin respectfully as he opened the car door for Mr. Fang.

Bolin nodded in response and eyed her suspiciously.

She immediately passed thr bag to Mr. Fang as soon as he settled in before asking with a big smile smeared on her face, "Mr. Fang, should I prepare pasta for dinner?"

Fang Bingwen snatched the bag from her and placed it beside him in the car. Narrowing his gaze at her, he asked, "Are you that jobless?"

She nodded in return. "If we look at my situation critically, I am indeed jobless. I am a fresh graduate without a good job."

'What happened to being Mr. Fang's Hoousekeeper? Is that a bad job?' Bolin asked as he stood in one spot.

He couldn't close the car door, also, he couldn't step inside the front passenger seat because they were still conversing. So he had no choice but to stand there and listen to their conversation.

"Get ready to move out of my house," Mr. Fang said and immediately closed the car door without warning.

"..."

"..."

Zhang Liling was speechless at how fast his mood swung. Wasn't she joking with him now, and he already didn't want to see her?

Bolin sighed and moved his gaze from her back to the front passenger seat. Getting into the car, he closed the door of his side.

Zhang Liling stood their and watched the car disappear from her view with a pout.

"I didn't insult the job of working for him, why did he have to take things serious?." She mumbled to herself with pouted lips.

On her way back inside the house, she was contemplating on his response.

'Was he refering to me getting the intern job in his company or what?'

Nevertheless, she didn't dwell on it. She knew his anger too well. Likewise, she knew how to infuriate him as well as please him.

Two days later, she got an email from Fang Group, offering her a position to intern for 1 year.

Zhang Liling was overjoyed that she immediately forwarded the mail to her mother.

When Song Jujing saw it, she only gave a plain response.

"Congratulations on your first official job as a graduate. Take care of yourself, Mum loves you "

Zhang Liling didn't think much of her response and only replied with a word of thanks before going on to forward the mail to Tungmei and a few of her friends from Paris she still had a clsoe relationship with.

Tungmei was elated.

"I knew you would get in." She said with a face full of smiles. She had face-timed Liling as soon as she saw the mail.

"How sure were you? What if they had rejected me?" Zhang Liling asked with a low chuckle.

Tungmei hoisted herself up the bed and rested her back on the headboard.

"How dare them reject a first class graduate?"

Immediately she posed the question, they both erupted in laughter.

"I can see how proud you are of my grade," Zhang Liling said in-between laughter.

Tungmei nodded in acceptance and even added, "Why wouldn't I be proud of you when I can use you to brag and shut some people up?"

"I can see your main purpose..." Zhang Liling with a hand over her mouth.

After chatting for a bit, Zhang Liling went to meet Mr. Fang in his study.

When he heard her familar pattern of knocking, he sighed and weaved his hand through his hair tiredly.

Gazing at the door, he didn't even bother to respond because he knew what her next action would be.

Just then, she pushed the door opens and immediately directed an excited smile his way as the the corner of her lips tugged upwards.

"Mr. Fang?" She called out as she closed the door behind her before walking forward.

"What do you want from me?" He asked with his tired gaze resting on that annoying face of hers.

Zhang Liling ignored his lack of humour and went to his desk to help herself with a seat before whipping out her phone to show her screen to him.

"I got into your Fang company, and I have an open book to pick the department to intern in." She announced with a proud smile.

"I know." Mr. Fang replied.

Zhang Liling looked surprised as she went on to ask, "How did you know? Your signature is not here."

At the end of the letter, three different signatures were attached, and not even one of them belonged to him. She knew that because his name was not mentioned, and she was well aware of what his signature looked like.

Mr. Fang pressed on his temples and sighed. "Because I am the one that approved of it."

"Oh no wonder..." She said as her excitement died down.

A soft sigh escaped his lips again and this time around, his lashed fluttered close.

Finally, Zhang Liling was able to notice his tiredness as a frown slowly appeared on her face.

Looking at his messy desk, her brows tugged further. He seemed very busy and tired.

Rising to her feet, which alerted him as his eyes opened to stare at her, she walked over the table.

Mr. Fang's gaze followed her till she stopped beside him. His brows knitted as lines appeares on his forehead. "What is it?" He asked with a look of doubt.