Chapter 203 - 203 My Jobs

What a shameless bitch!

That's my job to comfort my man, not hers.

When Feng Teng notices my glaring, he pulls his arm away and her hand falls to the desk.

"Excuse me?" she splutters, which only serves to f.u.c.k me off more.

"I think you are not deaf right?" I said as to shoot her 'a don't-f.u.c.k-with-me' glare and she smirks an almost undetectable smirk. She knows that I know her game already.  

Feng Teng flicks his eyes nervously between the two women having a stand-off in his office room.

As he's keeping his mouth firmly shut, but just then that bitch leans down and kisses him on the cheek, letting her lips linger there for longer than is necessary.

"Call me if you need me, darling," she says in the most ridiculous seductive voice I've ever heard.

What a sicken Bitch!

Feng Teng stiffens from head to toe and looks at me, all wide-eyed and with an alarmed look plastered all over his handsome face. He's right to be anxious, especially after the barrel of shit he's just thrown at me because of a male client and an ex-boyfriend that would be a mass of body parts if the boot was on the other foot.

Calmly I grab his office door and open it wide before fixing my eyes on that life tramp.

"Goodbye, Muxin," I say with optimum finality.

She gives me a c.o.c.ky look, her self-assured, pouty face and forcefully to retreat from the desk. She sauntering across his office at a leisurely pace while giving me the eyeball.

As I hold her c.o.c.ky face with my own stare 'Get Lost Bitchy', all the way to the door that I'm holding open for her. As soon as her six-inch platform heels are over the threshold, I slam it behind her and quietly hoping it would slam with her silicone fake arse.

Finally, that f.u.c.k.i.n.g tramp went! Now it's time to deal with my challenging man.

I'm suddenly filled with determination to sort this shit out. Seeing him sat there with Muxin has made me realise there's something clear to me.

That Feng Teng, he's mine...Only! End of.

When I turn to face him. He hasn't moved from his chair, the bottle of vodka is still sat in the middle of his desk like the proverbial pink elephant that it is and he's chewing his bloody lip, cogs steaming.

I nod at it.

"Care to explain that?" I ask assertively.

"Not mine," he replies.

His face is tortured and it kills me to be on the other side of the room from him.

"So do you want to drink it now?" I ask.

"No. Not when you're here." His quiet words register loud and clear.

"You leave me," I remind him.

"I  know." He admits quietly.

"What if I hadn't come here?" That's the operative question here.

Hmm. He has behaved like this little is a piece of meat, and constantly reassuring me that he doesn't need a drink as long as he has me, but now I see him keeping company with a bottle of vodka because he had made promise words.

Okay, it was more than words, but that's not the point. I can't worry like this every time we quarrel. It doesn't escape my notice that the vodka wasn't the only thing he was keeping company with.

"Wei Lin. I wouldn't have to drink it. I'm a man of words." He pushes it away.

Then I glance at the bottle and notice it's sealed and full, but it's still there and something made him put it there...I know it is ME.

So I'm the reason for his screwed up mind, his ridiculously ambitious objectives and his meltdowns.

I know this is my entire fault. I've made him into a neurotic control freak.

We look at each other for a few moments, my mind racing with all of the things we need to sort out, while he bites his bottom lip, clearly not knowing what to say to me. And I'm not sure where to start either.

"Why is it here?" I ask.

He shrugs casually. It makes me mad.

My fear was warranted, and now he expects me to let him brush it off and play it down with his vague answers and shoulder shrugs?

"Woman. I won't be going to drink it," His voice is slightly irritated.

I'm staggered.

"Hmm. Would you drink it if I not here?" I accuse.

His eyes fly to mine, panic invading his handsome face.

"Are you going to leave me?" He asks in fears.

"Answer me first then," I'm threatening him, but I feel like that's my only option left to deal with him.

There are some things he needs to tell me.

"Tell me why is President Gu so interested in our relationship?" I affirm.

"He got a divorce," he spits the words out quickly.

"What the connection you and him?" I ask.

"Because his ex-wife was my ex-girlfriend, we met in some business event," He answers quietly.

"When?" I ask.

"Two months ago," He looks at me, sincerity in his eyes.

"She was my ex-girlfriend who turned up at Deng Tai when I was gone. I'll tell you before you threaten to leave me again." His sarcasm is quite endearing.

"So she wants to get back to you, was she?" I ask.

"Yes, probably, and she worried too when I'm gone last time," He answers honestly.

"Who wouldn't?" Now I feel incredibly calm.

He nods mildly.

"I've made it clear already. After the party, she's tried hard to approaches me and almost trapping me to sleep with her months ago. But at that time she isn't divorced yet. But after her plan failed, I don't know when she got a divorced and she's decided to pursue me. But I told her that not going to happen." He explains confidently.

So I believe him, and President Gu has been sorting his divorce out so it has to be some time ago.

Divorcing someone takes time. It's all becoming very clear ' A Revenge'.

President Gu is the no one specific who will try to take me away from Feng Teng.

"So he plans to take me away from you?" I grate.

He drops his head to his hands.

"No. I didn't take her away. She left of her own accord, but yes, he does want to take you away from me." He affirms.

"But I thought you were all friendly, you even bought the penthouse," My head is hurting.

"It's just a front plan, on his part. He had nothing on me before, nothing he could hurt me with because I didn't care about anything. Until he discovered that you are with me." He looks up at me.

"So now, he knows where to lure me out. Of course, that means he has found my weaknesses." He confirms it.

My eyes start to prickle, and I watch as his face falls, his own eyes glazing over.

That's as much as I can take being this far away from him. I walk over to his chair and he opens his arms to me. I ignore his swollen hand and crawl onto his lap, letting him swamp me in his arms and invade all of my senses.

His touch and his smell settle me immediately, and the inevitable happens, as it always does when we unite with each other like this all of the issues causing our turmoil to seem inconsequential and of no importance.

Now it's just us in our little sphere of contentment, soothing each other, settling each other.

The rest of the world is getting in our way. Or, more to the point, Feng Teng past is getting in our way too.

"BABE. I'll die only loving you," he says with all of the emotion I know he truly feels.

"I will never let you go there," He swore.

I sigh.

"I know. I know." I assure him.

"And you should have let me deal with your things. I didn't want you to meet him again. NEVER!" he adds.