Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

After hearing Zhang Renshu's outburst, Fang Bingwen went straight to find Zhang Liling as she was the reason he got scolded.

Knocking once on her door, his lungs released a deep breath.

Not long after, he heard the shuffling of feet on the rug as his brow creased. The next moment, the door swung open.

"Mr. Fang!" Zhang Liling's eyes instantly lit up the moment she saw Fang Bingwen standing right outside her door.

She was so happy with his presence that she didn't notice the unhappiness radiating from him.

"Please come in," she said, gesturing for him to walk in.

Watching the little woman oblivious to the unforeseen encounter he just had with her father, another sigh fell off his lips as he made his way into her bedroom.

Shutting the door behind them, Zhang Liling hurriedly went up to him as he waited beside her bed.

"Mr. Fang, what brought you to my room?" She asked with excitement laced in her tone.

"Why are you not answering your father's call?" Fang Bingwen asked as soon she came to stand in front of him while giving her a side glance.

"Huh?" Zhang Liling tilted her head to the side as her brows furrowed. 'What does he mean?'

"Mr. Fang, H-How... D-Did you know... Wait!" Suddenly She stopped in her tracks as a ridiculous idea just arrived in her head.

Mr. Fang, on the other hand, stood there waiting for her to speak. After being disorganized as a result of Zhang Renshu's call, he had all the time in the world for her.

"My father called you?" She asked as her eyes widened in realization.

'T-This can't be...' She trailed off inside her head.

'Now you get it.'

"He asked you to go back home, why didn't you one to tell me about it?"

"I was going to tell you when I was ready to go back to that house," She replied as her lips constricted in a pout.

Slipping his hands inside the front pockets of his pants, he asked as his gaze narrowed at her, "And when is that supposed to be?"

Slowly, Zhang Liling's head dropped as she fiddled with her fingers. "I was going to come find you in the evening, and that's when I planned to go back home."

Fang Bingwen just stood there while staring speechlessly at her. Was she serious? Did she even have an idea of how he got scolded?

Should he tell her so she would feel more guilty?

Feeling the intent gaze on her, she knew he was probably angry with her and hurriedly raised her head.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry for all the trouble." She apologized as her fingers continued fiddling with her clothes.

Anyone who saw her now would think she was innocent and was being bullied by the tall figure towering over her.

Fortunately, Mr. Fang had nothing against her and set her free from her guilt.

"Do you want to go back?" He asked as he sat at the edge of her bed.

Zhang Liling hurriedly went to sit next to him. Glancing at him, she answered his question.

"I know why he wants me to come back, so I will go back first. First, I disappeared for a year and returned without his knowledge and at the moment, he had to find out about my whereabouts by seeing the news about me being your mistress."

Mr. Fang was quiet for a while as he contemplated the matter before meeting her gaze. "If you don't want to go, then stay here. But if you want me to come with you to explain to your father, I'm free."

Hearing that, Zhang Liling immediately threw herself into his arms as if she had been waiting for this moment to come.

Smiling as rubbed her bare face on his chest, while circling her arms around his waist, she said in a sweet tone, "You are so sweet, Mr. Fang. Thank you for caring, but I don't need your help on this one."

Raising her head to meet his gaze, she continued, "I will take care of my father myself."

Fang Bingwen nodded in understanding and let her do what she wanted.

"If there is anything, call me. When you come back, I have something to tell you." He said.

"Why don't you tell me about it now?" She probed.

"Now is not the right time."

*******

"Your hand is too strong!" Zhang Xiaoling scolded as she raised her head from the long table she was lying on.

Glaring at the servant who hurriedly apologized to her, she put her head down again.

Zhang Xiaoling was currently enjoying a message in one of the rooms in the Tang mansion.

After getting annoyed that morning because of Tang Enlai, she decided to get a massage to calm the tensed nerves around her shoulders and back.

Ever since she lay her head on that bed, her irritation had reached another level. Instead of peace returning to her mind, she was busy scolding the servant massaging her back.

At that moment, that she put her head back on the table, and as the servant placed her hands on her bare back, her phone vibrated next to her head.

Immediately, she breathed in sharply. Her anger was very obvious as the middle-aged woman standing beside her didn't dare to touch her again.

"Bring the phone!" Her cold tone instructed.

"Yes, Ma'am!" The servant said hurriedly as she immediately wiped the oil off her hands before bringing the phone to her.

How lazy was Zhang Xiaoling that she couldn't stretch her hand and reach for her phone?

"Answer the call and give the phone to me," she instructed with her eyes closed as she felt the shadow looming over her.

Quickly, the servant answered the call before passing the phone to her hand.

Not caring who was at the other end, Zhang Xiaoling answered harshly.

"Who is this?"

"What? You don't look at your phone anymore before you take calls? Are you that busy?" Zhang Mingyu asked and resisted scoffing at the end.

If the thing he wanted to report wasn't important, he would have given her the taste of her own medicine.

This sister of his that liked to act as a superior was a torn in the flesh.

"If you don't report why you are calling, forget it."

Also not in the mood to play games with her, Zhang Mingyu revealed.

"Dad slapped Mum in the morning during breakfast."

"What?!" Zhang Xiaoling exclaimed in shock as she hurriedly shot up from the table, not caring that she was revealing her naked body to the servant.