Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

The butler nodded in response anyways.

Mr. Fang walked past them, and led the way to his study. His thought, remained unknown to them.

Since he wasn't saying anything about Zhang Liling making dinner for him, Bolin left after making sure that all the booklets were arranged neatly in one corner of his study.

If Mr. Fang decides on what to do with Zhang Liling and calls him to take care of it, then he would come down to do it. But for now, he was going back to his apartment to freshen up and rest after a long day.

Working closely for Mr. Fang was tasking.

By the time Zhang Liling finished having her bath and changing into another set of comfy clothes, Mr. Fang was already washing up.

As she made her way towards the dining room, she met the butler who was staring at her with a calm gaze.

"Butler Gu, is there something on my face?" Zhang Liling asked when she noticed that keen gaze on her, and as she walked towards his direction.

"Sir, is back," Butler Gu announced to her.

It was more of a warning for her to get rid of any sort of idea that would get her into trouble, but it looks like she wasn't taking it.

"Mr. Fang is back?" Zhang Liling asked with a look of excitement as her eyes shone brightly.

She was very happy that she could now serve the food she prepared, and get his praises, forgetting that her employer was not supposed to praise her for cooking a good meal, as it was her job to do so in the first place.

Seeing how happy she was, the Butler hoped that her excitement would still stand the chance to remain after tonight.

"He is having a bath at the moment," Butler Gu replied before walking away with one hand behind his back. If Zhang Liling was going to get in trouble, he didn't want to be a partaker, hence he left quickly.

Hearing the confirmation of Mr. Fang's presence, Zhang Liling smiled to herself, before rushing into the kitchen to serve the food.

First, she made sure the food was still warm enough by measuring the temperature, before going on to serve it.

She almost broke a plate while trying to find a very good one in the shelf due to her excitement. After the plate nearly slipped from her hands and she caught it, she learned to be extra careful as her excitement tuned down a bit.

When she was done carefully plating the pasta and the salad, she put the plates on a tray before taking them out to serve them in the dinning room.

After arranging the plates of food properly, she set down the glass water cup and the bottle of water before saying to herself with a smile, "This would have been better paired with a glass of wine."

Thinking about a glass of wine, Zhang Liling thought of the butler and immediately left to find him after covering the food. She had to make an extra effort to see if she could complete the perfect pairing.

"A bottle of wine?" The butler asked.

Zhang Liling had just asked him if he could take out a bottle of wine from Mr. Fang's wine shelf.

"Yes, it would be perfect for the pasta, and that will be the best way to enjoy this dinner." Zhang Liling said with a smile.

The butler was nearly tempted to say that it was no use wasting a bottle of an expensive wine on a food that wasn't worth it, but he refrained from doing so in order not to hurt her feelings.

"Since you know where the wine shelf is, why don't you take it yourself?"

"I thought I should ask you first since it's your job. Well, thank you for letting me know that I can get the wine myself." Zhang Liling said and skipped away immediately.

The butler was too late to stop her, and could only watch her skip away happily. He just hopes that she wouldn't mention his name if asked about the wine.

Who knows what else she is capable of apart from infuriating her employer. Getting her colleague into trouble wouldn't be an exception.

Butler Gu was afraid that she would say that he gave her the permission to take a bottle of wine from the shelf if asked.

Zhang Liling got to the shelf and took a minute before picking a very good bottle. She already had a high taste and knew a lot about wines, so she knew a good one when she sets her eyes on it.

Her experience came from all of those parties she attended with her mother back in Paris, plus the times her mother used to host small parties at their home.

Picking up the expensive bottle of French wine, she wiped the body with a clean cloth before serving it in the dining room. Next, she went into the kitchen in search of a wine glass.

When she found the set, she took out one, washed and cleaned it before sending it to the dining room and going to notify Mr. Fang of his dinner.

"Mr. Fang, you dinner is served," Zhang Liling said after knocking softly on his bedroom door.

At the third knock and still no response, Zhang Liling became restless while wondering if Mr. Fang had fallen asleep. Now there was a slight frown on her face as she tried to knock for the 4th time.

She has already made up her mind to barge in, if she still didn't get any response.

Just as she raised her right fist to knock on the door, Mr. Fang opened it from inside, and looked down on her small fist with a frown.

Seeing him, Zhang Liling smiled brightly. "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry if my knocks disturbed you. I came to inform you that your dinner has been served."

"Did you make that dinner?" Mr. Fang asked as he let go of the door and put his two hands inside the front side pockets of his pyjamas.

He looked so cool without his reading glasses, and Zhang Liling could have been distracted by his beautiful eyes, but getting him to have the dinner, was more important.

"Yes, Sir," She replied proudly.

"I'm not eating," Mr. Fang said and turned to walk back inside his bedroom, but the panicked Zhang Liling pulled his arm immediately.

"Mr. Fang, you really have to try this dinner."

Hearing him say he wasn't eating, Zhang Liling was shocked, and seeing him already making his way back into his bedroom, her body moved on its own before she could think properly.

She had spent her money, time, energy, effort and excitement to cook that pasta, and he was saying that he didn't want to eat it? How could she let that be?

Mr. Fang glanced at the hand that was clutching his arm before slowly shifting his gaze to the owner and commanded with a glare, "Let go!"

Zhang Liling immediately let go of his arm and hurriedly apologized.

"...Mr. Fang, why do you not want to eat, is it because I cooked it, or you are not hungry?"

"Are you questioning me?" Mr. Fang asked with a tight frown.

For a moment, he forgot that Zhang Liling was not actually a housekeeper because no housekeeper would dare to question their employer and be adamant like the way she was acting.

His glare showed his annoyance, and although Zhang Liling was a little afraid, she refused to give up.

"Mr. Fang, I only want to know your response to better help serve you properly."