Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

Zhang Liling got annoyed for having to stand at one place watching him going through his wardrobe but not taking anything out for her after a few minutes.

"Move aside, I will pick something for myself." She said half-annoyedly as her gaze narrowed at him.

Mr. Fang's hand paused mid air as his head tilted to the side. "Are you sure?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, just go and have your bath and I will be fine." Zhang Liling said while gesturing with one of her hands.

She just couldn't wait for him to leave her sight.

'What is she annoyed about?' Fang Bingwen thought is disbelief.

Normally, he was the one to feel annoyed, and she would be the one to avoid him but today, their roles has been swapped.

"Alright." Mr. Fang said, leaving her to make her choice as he turned and walked away.

Zhang Liling let out an exasperated sigh as she watched his back disappear from view before turning her gaze to his closet.

'What should I wear?' She thought as her eyes and hands moved from one cloth to the other.

Finally, after a few minutes of contemplation, she optioned for once of his casual shirts, but the she discovered something.

She didn't have any pant to wear.

In the bathroom, as soon as Mr. Fang stepped inside the misty space, his hoverig gaze stopped at a weird red item hanging on the towel rail.

His gaze narrowed at the item as he stepped forward with raised brows. A look of suspicion was visible on his face.

"W-What... Is this?" He stuttered.

Not being able to recognize what the item was, he reached out for it. Taking the red stuff, he held it to his face with both hands with a scrutinizing gaze.

"What..." He uttered and just as he was about to complete his senses while turning the item about, he suddenly came to a realization after his mind was finally able to comprehend things.

Immediately, he flung the pant to the floor without thinking.

"T-That's what S-She w-was wearing?"

At this moment, Mr. Fang couldn't be any more shocked than he was after discovering that he was holding unto Zhang Liling's G-string.

How hot.

If his gender was different, he would have been fanning his face by now.

"She wears things like this?" He muttered under his breath while staring at the red stuff on the floor with a look of disbelief on his face.

The man was still trying to wrap his hands around this fact. He has just discovered that he was only getting started in knowing whom his girlfriend actually was.

He was used to seeing her Feisty side, but it looks like he was also getting ready to see all the different kinds of crazy she exhibited.

"Zhang Liling is crazy!" He concluded with a terrified gaze on the red G-string he threw on the white tiled floor.

*******

Zhang Xiaoling and Tang Enlai made their ways into the Tang mansion.

There was at least five steps between them as each was left to their own world.

Since they left Old Lady's Fang party, they have never said a word to each other as silence was the only thing that reigned in the atmosphere.

Now that they were back home, it looks like they have great plans of continuing with it.

The rest of the Tang family members were having dinner when the couple walked into the house.

Even the servants that came out to welcome them were ignored as they both went straight for the stairs.

With Tang Enlai leading, they both went inside their bedroom, and immediately, he turned around and started scolding Zhang Xiaoling.

"Zhang Xiaoling, have you no atom of shame in you, or you just don't know what it is?"

Zhang Xiaoling ignored him and continued in her steps. She was going to walk past him, but his hand immediately reached out for her arm.

"I am still talking to you, how dare you try to walk out on me?!" He asked as heat rushed up to his cheeks.

Throbbing veins appeared on his neck as his left fingers clenched in a tight fist. Anger was evident in his tone.

Even with these clear evidence of anger, Zhang Xiaoling remained adamant to it and tried to shrug her arms off his hold but instead of letting her go, he tightened his hold on her.

Seeing how stubborn he was, she shifted her gaze from his hand and stopped trying to pry his fingers away from her arm.

"Are you not letting go?"

Tang Enlai ignored her and even looked madder now.

"Are you daft or what? I have been ignoring your ridiculous actions but it seems to be the very motivation for your continuous madness!"

"Enlai, let my arm off, are you trying to break it?" Zhang Xiaoling demanded with knitted brows. She seems to be unmoved after the statement he made.

Tang Enlai refused to let her arm off and continued holding it. Left with no choice, Zhang Xiaoling forcefully pried his fingers off, causing her nails to break in the process.

Also, she left a few scratches at the back of his hand, which almost forced him to hit her.

He had already raised his hand in the air, and seidng this, Zhang Xiaoling flinched and immediately turned her face to the side to avoid her face getting hit.

But a few seconds later, she didn't feel the impact of his hand on her body, and slowly raised her gaze to look his way, and that was when she saw that his hand was still frozen in mid-air.

Tang Enlai's entire face was twisted in anger. Black folds appeared on his forehead as his nose crinked.

His gaze narrowed down to her as the sharp glint in his eyes intensified.

"You are really forcing me." He said through gritted teeth before his hand slowly came down to hand loosely by the side.

As for the arm in his hand, he released it with his gaze never leaving her face.

So many thoughts were going through his mind at her provocation, but his moral was stopping him from inflicting physical injuries on her.

He could have easily hit her just now and no one would penalize him because she was in the wrong, but he stopped at the last second.

He refused to stoop that low.