Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

Glancing at the pair of clothes spread on the well arranged sheet, Zhang Liling's nose crinked.

"Mr. Fang, do you really expect me to wear this?" She asked with furrowed brows as the corners of her lips tugged downwards.

Unhappiness was clear on her face while staring down at the pair of bogus joggers laid out in front of her.

How would she fit into them?

Without batting an eye, Fang Bingwen looked between her and the clothes he brought out for her and said, "I don't have anything in my closet for you to wear. Just manage it."

"How can I manage it?" Zhang Liling pointed at the clothes as she shifted her dissatisfied gaze to him.

"This is so embarrassing. How am I going to face your family members dressed in your clothes?"

She looked very annoyed at the thought of the meaningful glances that would be exchanged because of her. It was so embarrassing.

Mr. Fang did not think the way she did.

Here, there roles were exchanged, because normally, it would be Mr. Fang that is supposed to be worried about it.

"I can't help you. Just manage it, once you finish eating, we will leave for S-City immediately."

"Don't you have a cousin sister, is...is it not possible to borrow a dress from her?" Zhang Liling suggested.

She looked as if she was about to cry as she tugged on his sleeve.

"No, I'm not close to her. Liling, just put on the dress like that. No one will say anything to you." Mr Fang said tiredly while staring into her eyes.

He had no idea that she had the patience to whine like a child for long, but he didn't have that patience to continue comforting her.

'No one will say anything to her?' Zhang Liling was very doubtful of that.

"Even if they don't say anything aloud, they would think that something happened between us last night. This is not good." She said shaking her head as her gaze moved back to the clothes on the bed.

Squinting his eyes on her while wondering how she could think that far, he said. "Why do you care so much about that? You can't stop them from thinking whatever they want."

Immediately, Zhang Liling shot him an annoyed gaze. She was almost one step away from glaring at him, but she knew that it was meaningless to take things too far.

Besides, he did not fully understand her perspective.

"Mr. Fang, I really wouldn't mind if we did something last night, and I feel their suggestive gazes on me. But not doing anything and feeling their gazes on me spells different. It's like being accused of what I did not do."

Mr. Fang was done talking to her. He just leaned over to pick up the clothes before taking her hand and turning to head for the inner room.

"Liling, after we get out of this house, I will buy you anything you like. But for now, you just have to put on this dress so I can show you around before everyone assembles at the dining room." He said, cajoling her as if she were a child.

Zhang Liling did not throw any more tantrums and allowed him to pull her inside the dressing room. She too was tired of complaining when there was nothing he could do.

'But how could he not have a good relationship with his cousin sister? Was he like that to all of them?' She thought in concern.

Handing the clothes to her, He said, "Dress up fast, I will wait for you in the room," before turning to leave and shutting the door behind.

It looks like Mr. Fang was more worried about leaving the Fang house on time than on the kind of thought that would be swirling in their mind on seeing his girlfriend dressed in clothes.

Maybe, it could be because the old Lady asked them to stay, so he could directly pin the blame on her for Zhang Liling not having anything to wear if they were asked about it.

In the dressing room, Zhang Liling glanced at the clothes in her hand one more time with a deep frown before deciding to put them on.

Taking off her bathrobe, she revealed the only piece of clothe on her, and that was the G-string she had washed and hung last night.

She didn't notice anything amiss when she picked it up to wear after having her bath because, everything looked to be in order.

Last night after bathing, Mr. Fang had been filled with guilt that he had no choice but to pick up the red thing to rinse before hanging it on the rail properly.

He had thought that she wouldn't have anything to put on the next day if it was found dirty, hence he rewashed it.

At first, he thought of calling Zhang Liling to come and wash it herself, but that didn't make any sense to him either since he was the one that dirtied it in the first place.

But while washing the stuff by himself, he regretted the reason he didn't end up calling her. He didn't believe that he would one day hold that weird stuff in his hand.

Back to the present...

Zhang Liling quickly put on the pair of joggers and it's matching long-sleeved sweat shirt. Going to stand in front of the mirror, she glanced at her full lenght with her eyes darting around every inch of her body.

"It looks all good..." She mumbled to herself and just then, she noticed something around her chest area and leaned in close as her brows furrowed.

Letting out a tired sigh, she turned to leave.

"At least it's not too obvious." She said to herself before stepping into the room.

In the room, she saw Mr. Fang already standing and waiting close to the door for her. And immediately he caught sight of her, he took a few steps forward. With his reading glasses missing, he looked very handsome and eye-catching.

"Are you through?" He asked with a sense of urgency in his tone.

"Yes," Zhang Liling replied while coming to stand before him. "Mr. Fang look at me properly, can you notice anything?"

Without a word, his eyes left her face to move to her chest area and immediately, he discovered what was wrong.