Chapter 195 - 195 Car Key

"Madam?" I shock as I aware his sudden call change to me.

"Yes, the president already us to call you Madam from today." He informs.

"Ohh. Hmm. Assistant you, so he doesn't behave like this at work then?" I ask continuously.

"Nope. He is a great president," He stated.

I frown.

"He's reasonable you meant?"

"Yes, and professional strict too," He obviously respects his boss so much.

I sigh heavily, just so Assistant Yu knows that I want a better answer than that.

"Why?" I blurt.

He looks at me, dazzling me with his white teeth.

"Madam, the president is a real good man and please don't be too harsh on him. Because he's always being heartless and cold before he met you. So believe me, my boss, he really loves you," Assistant Yu stated in a very serious tone.

I sit back in my seat and listen to Assistant Yu commence humming to match his taps. 

Feng Teng never cared for anything before.

"How old is he then?" I ask on a smile, earning myself another dazzler from him.

"President already told you, Madam. That was true," He answers flatly

Oh no! How could I forget that?

I froze on the spot and turn up my shades to my eyes. I have forgotten who had to be rescued, Feng Teng. I bet assistant you got a right eyeful.

Then I start laughing to myself when I thought of when assistant Yu walked into a bedroom, he must be shocked seeing his powerful boss with one n.a.k.e.d Godly got handcuffed to the bed and my new black lace underwear sprawled on the floor. I bet assistant Yu must have thought it was very hilarious and when Feng Teng obviously explained how and why he ended up handcuffed to the bed.

HAHAHA.

Assistant Yu must be very shocked and at the same, I don't know what his opinion about me after that.

I'm beyond embarrassed.

We make the rest of the journey in silence, except for the radio. Now I can't look at him. I was ashamed to face him after I thought about my torturous plan were discover by Assistant Yu.

He drops me off at Deng Tai Building Office and I run to my office to escape my discomfort, giving him a quick wave over my shoulder.

Oh hoo…How am I going to face him again?

Reach-office;

I wander to my desk and see Er Xi at the filing cabinet.

She looks suicidal. The high neck, the polyester blouse is back and the fire-cracker nail polish has disappeared.

It is definitely as I expected. Men are such wankers. I dare not to mention it, maybe she won't appreciate it based on her state right now.

"Morning, Er Xi,"  I try not to sound too upbeat.

She lifts a heavy head and offers a small smile before returning to her filing.

Oh no, I actually feel bad for her.

"Hey. Where is everyone?" I ask.

She shrugs. Oh, this is bad, so I stop myself from shutting up and getting on with things.

My morning is very productive. I finalise a few accounts and update myself on all of my live clients. At twelve forty-five, I ready to leave for lunch.

As I enter the bar and find SiSi sit at our usual table. She scowls at me as I approach.

"Your phone etiquette needs some repair on it," she snipes.

I had been rather abrupt this morning, but I was too busy dealing with my challenging man to worry about phone manners.

"SiSi, I'm sorry." I sit down and come face to face with a big glass of wine.

"Hey, get rid of it!"  I shove it to her side of the table.

She gives me daggers.

"Why? I thought you might need it." She said.

Yes, I really do, but Feng Teng will be here soon and what would it look like if I'm sat here drinking wine?

That would be cruel and extremely thoughtless. I make a grab for SiSi glass and she throws herself on it.

"He'll be here soon," I say worriedly.

"Hey! You shouldn't shove that wine away," she demands in a stern voice.

"He's your man, not mine," She scoff.

I can't believe she's doing this now.

How inconsiderate of her today. She refuses to let go, and I glare at her as I release her glass.

She picks it up and takes a long swig while watching me. She a coy at me.

"Grhh, you. Such annoying," I toss at her, and she grins around the rim.

I grab my wine and down the lot in one fell swoop. SiSi bursts into laughter.

Oh God, that was good. It's been almost two weeks since I've had a drink which is a new record for me.

I let out a long, satisfied gasp.

"You really need it," SiSi confirms the obvious.

"Yes. And probably another glass," I sulk.

Guilt washes over me at my weakness and I look over my shoulder before running to the bar to deposit my empty. I feel like a delinquent child.

"Oh, and don't tell Feng Teng that you love him. It makes his head swell." I m.o.a.n as I sit back down.

She laughs.

"Shall I pick you up at six from your office?" She suggested.

"Yes, let's get this conversation out of the way before he gets here. Is that all right?" I know it will be, but after her reprimand on phone manners, I feel like I should make the effort.

"Sure it is. Have you spoken to Mo Yuan?"

"Yeah, he's expecting me, but Feng Teng doesn't know I'm going to meet Mo Yuan and he doesn't know anything about Mo Yuan yet," I say warningly.

SiSi raises her eyebrows but says nothing.

"Ohh. He'll crush that succ.u.mb on the spot," She said.

I shrug. I think that wine has gone straight to my head. I feel woozy.

"How's new boyfriend, Kevin?"  I ask.

"He'll be here soon. I thought as you had told that Feng Teng would join us on me this morning. So asked if he wanted to join us too. So he agrees." She says it like Feng Teng joining us is the only reason for her inviting Kevin. I know the difference.

"What do you want to eat?" SiSi asks.

"Fried noodle, please," I say.

"Your man?"

I frown to myself. I have absolutely no idea. I don't even know what any of his favourite foods are.

"Ask if they have milk," I shrug.

"Milk?" She screws her face up in distaste. I'm with her there.

"Oh, here he is." SiSi tips her glass in the direction of the door, and I turn to look.

I sigh in appreciation, as does SiSi when Kevin follows in behind Feng Teng along with Jun Jie.

She's playing her feelings for Kevin down, I know she is.

Feng Teng plants a chaste kiss on my cheek and then pulls over a chair from another table for himself.

He sits down next to me, slightly facing me, resting his hand on my knee.

The warmth of his palm spreads up my leg, smacking me straight between the thighs. He does me no favours when he slowly strokes and squeezes, strokes and squeezes.

"Why you took my car keys?" I narrow accusing eyes on him.