Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

"I need a chef," Mr. Fang said with a straight gaze.

Currently, he was in the car, sitting in an imposing manner while instructing Bolin who was sitting in the front passenger seat of the same car.

"A chef?" Bolin asked with a confused gaze.

Mr. Fang knew what he was thinking and sighed. "That girl doesn't know how to cook. A simple western breakfast of tea, two slices of toasted bread and two soft boiled eggs was all I asked for, but guess what?"

Bolin couldn't guess and so nodded while gazing at him.

"She couldn't even get anything right, and this is making me think if she was actually bullied in the Zhang family. How did she survive all these years?" Mr. Fang asked with an unbelievable facial expression.

He looked pissed as he refused to let go of the dangerous breakfast set Zhang Liling served him in the morning.

"Sir, are you saying that she doesn't know how to cook" Bolin asked in surprise. He didn't seem to let that idea stick to his head.

I mean, how can anyone not know how to prepare such a simple breakfast? That would mean that she didn't know how to prepare anything else.

If Mr. Fang wasn't too blinded about Zhang Liling's treatment in the morning, he would have rolled his eyes at Bolin for questioning him.

"What is more annoying is that she dared to serve me two slices of burnt bread, grey-coloured scrambled eggs, and a cup of tea made with half spoon of salt. Bolin you tell me, was she trying to kill me or not?" Mr. Fang asked with a frown.

Bolin was speechless and didn't know how to reply to him. Seriously, if he didn't know that Zhang Liling would not dare to poison Mr. Fang, he would have also thought the same thing.

Hearing from his Boss about the kind of terrible breakfast he was served, it was enough to think otherwise.

Glancing at his Boss, Bolin for a moment didn't know how to reply to that question. The Boss he knew that was currently complaining, didn't look that angry, but his actions were obvious.

It was obvious that he bore a grudge against Zhang Liling if not, he wouldn't be still complaining about the terrible breakfast she made for him, and dared to serve.

Choosing his choice of words carefully, he replied, "Sir, I don't think Miss Zhang would dare poison you. It could be that she is so terrible at cooking otherwise, why wouldn't she want to impress you after you let her stay?"

Mr. Fang scoffed and looked away. "I just feel that I have personally invited trouble into my life. Anyway, enough about that girl, find me a chef by tomorrow."

Immediately Bolin heard that instruction, he shook his head and replied without batting an eye, "Boss, tomorrow is not possible."

Mr. Fang shifted his gaze to him and asked with furrowed brows, "What do you mean?"

"I am going to take my time to screen anymore people that will be working for you. I can't afford to bear the consequences of not choosing wisely, so I will have to ask you to exercise a little patience." Bolin replied and faced his front.

How could he get a chef by tomorrow? He has already promised himself not to employ people that would work for Mr. Fang without doing a personal investigation.

Zhang Liling's case thought him a serious lesson he would never forget so, he would never like for that kind of mistake to repeat itself.

The temperature in the car slowly dropped to a freezing degree as Mr. Fang stared furiously at side profile of his personal assistant.

'Did he just say I wouldn't be getting a chef by tomorrow? Did he just flunk my orders?'

"Can you afford to bear the consequences of starving your boss and not looking after him?" Mr. Fang asked while still staring daggers at him.

Not daring to meet his gaze, Bolin replied, "I don't dare, but I still won't let you starve. I will take care of your meals until I get a chef for you. Mr. Fang, if there is anything you want to eat at any time, my services are always available."

Mr. Fang shifted his gaze to the window, refusing to give him any response whatsoever. Bolin was not bothered, instead he was relieved and went on to ask the driver to stop by at a 5 star restaurant, so that Mr. Fang could put something in his stomach.

If Mr. Fang had insisted on him employing a chef the next day, there was nothing he would have done about it, other than to follow instructions.

At the closest 5 star restaurant which Mr. Fang frequented most times for business meeting, or to have a meal, the driver pulled over and watched Bolin get out of the car first to open the back passenger door for Mr. Fang, before making their way to the entrance of the building.

When Mr. Fang finished having his brunch, he left for his company to settle pending issues.

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"Are you leaving now?" Tungmei asked Zhang Liling who was already carrying her backpack.

They had just finished eating, and the latter didn't even want to spend a few minutes to chat.

Smiling, Zhang Liling pinched her cheeks. "My job is very important, so I have to go back to take care of it . I would be busy trying to catch up with the lectures I missed, hence we can't see."

"I get it, go ahead, but don't forget me." Tungmei said waving at her.

"I wouldn't dare to forget you..." Zhang Liling replied before leaving.

Outside the restaurant, Zhang Liling took a cab to one of the biggest grocery store in the city. When she got to the place, she paid her cab fare and got down.

Glancing at the building, she smiled before walking in. She was going to make up for every disappointment she has caused.

Inside the grocery store, Zhang Liling picked a shopping cart before taking a stroll with a smile on her face. Whatever her agenda was, she seemed to be happy and confident about it.