Chapter 200 - 200 Madness Rude

When we reach in the penthouse he places me down to the sofa and I'm not talking to him.

He's gone too far this time.

"Did you follow us?" I keep my eyes firmly on him.

I see him wince as he takes a corner and out of my peripheral vision, I see him shake his hand.

He's upset it.

"That doesn't f.u.c.k.i.n.g matter." He scowls.

"That's f.u.c.k.i.n.g does matter!"  I turn and look at his scowling profile.

Even I angry at him, he's still a handsome beast.

"Hey! I was fine until you turned up." I accuse.

He wh.i.p.s his head around to face me. I meet his stare with the same fierceness he's giving me.

"I'm f.u.c.k.i.n.g infuriated with you. Who is he and why he even followed you up here?"

"I… Hmm, I just an Ex!" I shriek.

"Why must you meet him?" He yells.

"We're just met to clear things," My forehead muscles are aching from scowling so much.

I jump when he punches the sofa stand.

"Don't ever f.u.c.k.i.n.g tell me I'm possessive and over-the-top, do you hear me?" He grated.

"Yes! You are stupidly possessive!" I scream back.

"Listen, women. In two days I've caught two men trying to take you away from me. God knows about the times when I've not been there!" He shouts.

"Hey! Don't be stupid," I scoff.

"Hey! You're just imagining things." I'm fully aware that Feng Teng not.

But when I thinking of some situation, he's actually right, but what I want to know is why President Gu is suddenly interested in my relationship with Feng Teng.

"How do you know President Gu…err…" I dare not finish those words.

"What?" he snaps.

'You understand me there." I can tell by the disappearance of his bottom lip between his teeth that he's thinking hard about this.

"Have you mindless? I bought this penthouse, Wei Lin. How do you think I know him then?" He scoffs.

"Hmm. He thought it was very interesting when I told him that we had been seeing each other for a month. But why would he?" I ask him back.

His head wh.i.p.s around.

"Why the f.u.c.k are you talking to him about us?" He yells.

"No. I wasn't when he asked the question and naturally I answered it! Answer me, why would he think it's interesting here?"  I can feel myself start losing control.

Instantly look away from him, trying to take some calming breaths.

"I'm a man. Trust me that man wants you!" He affirms.

"What do you mean by that?" I shout, throwing my face in his direction again, but he refuses to look at me.

He sigh.

"Of course, he wants to take you away from me. A bee can sense where good nectar is," He states.

"But why me?" I blurt.

"That's enough. He just f.u.c.k.i.n.g does!" he roars.

I jump back in my seat, shocked and unsatisfied by his vague, furious answer. This conversation won't get us anywhere.

He needs to calm down and so do I.

That's a waste of time if we both continue talking like this. I don't think would staying here, since things might get more complicates. I stand and stomp into the kitchen, yanking the fridge open, hoping a bottle of wine might have magically found its way in there.

But I'm sorely disappointed.

Slamming close the fridge door, I stalk out from the kitchen and make my way up to the stairs. Because right now, I can't even look at him at the moment.

As I enter the bedroom and slam yet another door, I stand and wonder...what should I do now? Maybe I should just leave so it could give us both some space to calm down.

Our situation got too intense, too quickly. If there any mishap word could poisonous, crippling our relationship to the grave.

Slowly I take myself into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The surroundings of this whole penthouse are more familiar than they should be.

After spending months designing and coordinating the works, now I feel like I was at home. I'm probably more at home than Feng Teng as he's not even lived here for a month and one week of that was spent ridiculously drunk or unconscious.

I wander over to the chaise lounge in the window and gaze out across the docks. The people down below are going about their everyday business, strolling around or having an evening drink in the bars, all looking untroubled and relaxed.

It's probably not the case for all of them, but in my messed upstate, I selfishly think that no one else could be as troubled as me. I'm head over heels in love with a man who has the most extreme temper and challenging ways.

At the other end of the scale, though, he's the most loving, sensitive, protective man in this world. If his assistant statement about him were right, Feng Teng, he only has this behaviour only with me, so we should we be together forever then?

But if he keeps acted up like and couldn't control his possessiveness control then in future he might be dead by the time he reaches forty from heart failure, and it will be my fault too. Indeed every time I'm with him, when times are good, they are incredible happiness, but when they are bad, at some point they are unbearable.

Since I've met him, I feel damned and blessed all at once for having found him.

I sigh wearily while putting my head in my hands in desolation, feeling the tears brimming and a lump in my throat forming. I thought I was beginning to find out what I needed to know but as time goes on, it's becoming obvious that I haven't, and with Feng Teng attitude keeping his lips firmly shut, evading again, it doesn't look like I'm going to find out anytime soon unless I if I ask President Gu by myself...

Then I hear the door flies open and he comes crashing in, looking like as if he's been shot by thunder.

As I look at him, I can see his visibly body was shaking and the main artery in his neck is bulging.

While I've calmed significantly, he, it would seem, has not. Then I notice that he's holding something in his hand.

"What the F.U.C.K is this?" He looks like he could spontaneously combust at any moment.

Instantly I frown but just then I realise what is he's holding up, it's the flight details that Xu Feng Brother gave me at after lunch today.

Hang on a minute. Isn't that was in my bag? How does he found it?

Don't tell me that he had been through my bag?

Seriously?

That's f.u.c.k.i.n.g rude!

"Feng Teng, I can't believe it that you've been through my bag! Have you gone mad? Don't you?!" I'm shocked.

Argh! I don't know why he does it all that f.u.c.k.i.n.g time. He even doesn't look guilty or apologetic at all. Instead of it, he just waves the paper in front of my face while his chest puffs in and out erratically.

In mad, I push past him and storm downstairs to my bag, I do hearing him follow me because of his heavy breathing almost louder than his charging footsteps. In a rage, I fetch my bag from the floor and take it into the kitchen.

Holyshit! I am so angry!!!!!!!!!!!!!