Chapter 163 - 163 He's Not Even Here

At five o'clock, I got back to the office and find Yi Lan in my office.

"Nice flowers." She says.

I look up and see Yi Lan standing at my desk. Her face got back normally, but no less miserable than she was this morning.

"Are you okay?" I ask, wondering if Fu Heng managed to extract any information.

"Not really." She answers quietly.

"Do you want to elaborate?" I prompt.

She shrugs.

"Not really." She says.

I try not to look bored, but it's bloody hard. This is a typical case of someone wanting desperately to elaborate, but also wanting the dramatic buildup of someone pleading with them for information. I've had the longest day of my twenty-two-year history.

Of course, I haven't the energy to tease information out of her. Then I get up and head for the kitchen to get some biscuits. I need a lump of sugar to add.

Later, I find Er Xi washing up.

"Hi, Jie," she says happily.

Now, I am prepared to push Er Xi for some information. And I'm dying to know what's put a huge smile on her face and provoked the introduction of wear a neck tops.

"What did you got at the weekend?" I ask casually as I dunk the biscuit tin.

Then, I catch her blushing again. I'm definitely onto something here. If she says she's done a cross-stitch and cleaned the windows, I'll hang myself.

"Oh, I. I went for a drink." She's trying to sound casual and failing miserably at it.

Yeah, I hit it!

"Wow, nice. Who is he?" I feign disinterest.

It's hard actually but I'm desperate to discover that our dull Er Xi as dishwater, plaid skirt-wearing, high necked blouse, office dogsbody is a dominatrix or something.

"Erm. I had a date," she says, maintaining her failing casual tone.

"Oh. Really!" I blurt.

That came out so wrong. I didn't mean to sound shocked, but yes I did.

"Yes, I met him on the internet game." She admits.

What? You mean 'Internet dating'? I've heard nothing but bad things about it.

They look like an underwear model on their profile picture, but when they turn up they are more akin to a serial killer. But Er Xi seems quite happy, though.

"Did it go well?" I ask, biting into a chocolate digestive.

"Yes!" she screams. I nearly choke on my biscuit. I've never seen her so animated.

"He's perfect, Wei Lin. He's taking me out again tomorrow." She screams excitedly.

"Ah, I'm happy for you," I say.

"So am I!" she sings.

"I'm off now. Do you need anything before I go?" She asks.

"No, you get going. I'll see you tomorrow." She dances out of the kitchen and I remain lent against the counter as I work my way through another three chocolate digestives. I should replace them with wine. I've had a mad day, and I'm not looking forward to meeting Mo Yuan yet but it will be a good job done and Feng Teng should never have to know it. 

If not, Mo Yuan will meet a real deal man.

Then, I pull up outside and the first thing I do is look for Mo Yuan.

He can't have forgotten; I only called this morning, and I can't wait around for him because Feng Teng will be on the phone soon wondering where I am. As I pull my phone out of my bag and dial his number.

'"Wei Lin," he answers swiftly.

"Where are you?" I say flatly and with clear annoyance.

" I'm so sorry. I would have called, but I was in a meeting I couldn't get out of. I'm going to be at least an hour." He says.

I throw my head against my seat. I can't wait for an hour.

"Fine, tomorrow?" I ask.

'I'm in B city tomorrow until Thursday. Can we do Friday?" He asks.

I inwardly groan. I wanted to get this out of the way.

"Sure, same time, the same place on Friday," I hang up and toss my phone on the passenger seat in disgust.

Irritating prick.

When I pull up outside Deng Tai Resident Building, the gates open immediately. But Feng Teng car isn't here, which would explain why he's not called to see why I'm not here yet.

I enter the foyer, weighed down with flowers and bags, and see Mi Ke clicking various buttons on his high-tech surveillance system. I might just sit in one of the comfortable leather sofas and wait.

What else can I do?

"Hi," I greet.

He looks up and smiles.

"Hey, how are you?" He asks.

Rubbish! I've had a ridiculously busy day, I want to shower, get into my sweats and have a glass of wine. I can do none of those things, and I'm pissed off that Feng Teng made a big fuss about me being here and he's not even here himself.

"Tired," I mumble, heading for a big sumptuous sofa.

I might fall asleep there.

"Here, President Feng left this for you." He hands me the key.

I look up and see Mi Ke holding up a key.

Huh? So he left me a key? So he knew he wouldn't be here and he didn't even call me to tell that?.

I walk over to Mi Ke and take the key.

"When did he reached?" I ask.

Mi Ke continues clicking and switching while studying the monitors.

"Er. He dropped by at around five to leave you a key." He informs.

"Did he tell when he would be back?" I ask.

Am I just expected to hang around and wait?

"Not a word,  Wei Lin," Mi Ke says doesn't bother looking up at me.

"Did he ask you about the woman who stopped by?" I ask. 

"No," He almost sounds bored.

What? No, means he didn't, I know he didn't because he bloody knows who she is. And he's not going to tell me.

This pissed me off.

Then I leave Mi Ke with his equipment and make my way up to the penthouse, letting myself in with the key and heading straight to the kitchen. I go to the fridge and yank the door open, being immediately confronted with rows and rows of bottled water.

Oh, what I would do for a glass of wine. I shut the fridge door with more force than it deserves. But it's not the fridge's fault there's no wine in it.

Will I ever have a drink again?