Chapter 217 - 217 Raged On The Spot

As I quickly changed into the gown and was led by an assistant girl into the dressing room for the makeup too.

After the assistant girl has done makeup, styling, accessories, high heels… As Wei Lin had to go through a few steps for a full dress-up. While Feng Teng was just leisurely flipping through some style magazines waiting.

Finally, the door to the dressing room swung open Pierre and I come out. Pierre makes a bit cough sound to alert Feng Teng as I held the hemline of the dress as I elegantly walked over him. Feng Teng attention was on me alone.

Feng Teng as if under bewitched as I walked over him. He put down the magazine in his hand and Pierre, who was equally amazed, carefully brought me before him.

"Feng Teng, is this okay?" Pierre says with satisfied.

"It's unbelievable, once sister in law put on, her body able to bring out the elegance of my creation completely! Congratulation, your wife was the classiest lady I've ever seen thus far. I was so delighted about seeing her wearing my masterpiece. All perfect as the status of Mrs Feng," Pierre exclaimed.

Feng Teng ignores Pierre exclamation, he only looking at me as if he was seductress by me.

I look at the big mirror, noticing this nude pink gown accentuated my soft smooth curves. And it makes me look s.e.xy without looking explicit and subtly gave off the image of nobility.

Oh, God. Hoping he would be able to all what stirring on his mind.

Seeing my husband who was enchanted by my beauty, made me blush and hot with his burning stare.

Pierre was laughing, he as a man too could see through Feng Teng.

'No man, not even him, could resist dignified beauty of their woman.'

"Very beautiful!" Finally, Feng Teng gave his heartfelt verdict.

His two simple words could not hide his awe.

"Thank you husband, Pierre has done a good here," I smiled and turned to elegantly inspect myself again in the mirror.

This gown might be beautiful, but with my classiness and poise were more stunning!

I even stunt with the beauty that I have. Never thought before.

"Perfect! Let's get change, your husband wants to spoil you. You need lots of dress," Pierre dismisses us with before Feng Teng gets out of control.

I turn to follow Pierre to the rail into a large fitting room. Pierre admiring face doesn't escape my notice.

For the next few hours, I'm trussed into a dress after dress. I count twenty dresses, all of which are stunning and all of which Feng Teng approves it. He did as he promises.

Later Pierre leaving me to sit alone and wonder which bloody dress I'm going to choose.

They are all too nice. My head jumps up when she walks back in with another rail of dresses, but these are more day dresses and evening dresses, not gowns.

When Pierre come back, I look at him with a completely confused face.

He shrugs.

"I'm under strict orders of your husband to make you try lots of dresses, so I got these," he says as he goes to the back of the rail.

Then comes back to the front holding the dress laces with shortness and stripe gap in the middle of the chest.

"And this too." He smirks.

"What?" I blurt, pushing myself to my feet.

"Lady," he stalks towards me.

"Your man didn't mention what expect in particular, but he did say you must have what you want right?" He smiles cheekily.

"No, better not," I stutter, trying to convince my brain that the dress might cause a raged possessive in Feng Teng.

I wanted to have a peaceful shopping with my husband. If he sees I wear this, our peaceful date shopping not bloody working well.

"Xiao Wei, if the price that's bothering you, never worry that. Your husband more got more than ten thousand of this building cost." He hangs the dress on the stand.

"I know but if I take this, his rages bother me more than the price," I say hesitantly.

He turns and grins.

"Oww. Why don't try it first, buy or not let your man decide," he assures?

I groan and collapse back into the chair.

"Go, put this on." He hands me that dress.

Without wasting more time, I start to get myself into it and the assistant girl turns me around to fasten the row of hook and eyes trailing up the back. At the same time, I'm distracted from my hesitancy with the thought of Feng Teng face when he sees me in this lace.

After finish, I smile. I bet my man arouse on the spot.

"Holy shit! Pierre exclaims and then slaps his hand over his mouth.

"I'm sorry. That was so unprofessional of me. Feng Teng finding a hideous gem this time," he reminds himself.

Holy shit, indeed.

As I turn myself slightly to view the back and gasp a little. It clings to every curve I have perfectly and skims the floor when I raise on tiptoes.

The lining under the lace is matt, giving the delicate, intricate pattern a shimmery effect, and the deep neck-line is just off my shoulders, revealing my slender collarbones.

Then I hear Pierre scuttle off and return and he kneels before me.

"Put these on, girl," he instructs.

I pull my eyes from the mirror and look down to find a pair of black, sling heels at my feet.

Oh, nooo!  I can feel a disaster coming on as I slip them on and Pierre in quick stand back.

"Xiao Wei, you have to have this dress. It's fit perfectly on your curve," he says, deadly serious.

"Go and torturous your man," he says excitedly.

"No!" I blurt rudely.

"Sorry, Pierre. I know he'll love it but, I better not let him see it," I hesitant.

Feng Teng love me in lace a lot. I'm sure he'll kneel at my feet, I know he will.

But if he sees this dress might cause my neurotic control freak husband to tackle me to the ground and wrap me in his body to stop anyone from seeing my skin?

Especially with Pierre present.

Ohh! He might kill Pierre on the spot.

And, finally, how much does the damn thing cost?

I quickly battle with my conscience over the bloody dress as Pierre hands me a clutch to match the shoes.

Seriously, I want to cry, I shouldn't have tried it on.

"Did he see it?" I turn to face Pierre and she looks at me all confused.

"This dress, did he see you took it from the rail when you came back?" I ask.

"No, this dress on the other side room," he replies.

I raise my hand to my mouth and start frantically tapping my front tooth with my nail.

"Okay, I'm taking this dress, but I don't want him to know it. Can?"  I'm taking a risk with this.

Then Pierre claps his hands together, and I smile at his delighted face.

"Pierre.  What's all of this?" I point to the additional rail as the assistant dragged in.

"Oh, since President Feng wants you to have lots of dresses," he shrugs.

I laugh.

Does he is taking the instant access rule way too far? Lol.

As I get myself out of the dress and have another stab of uncertainty as Pierre takes it and gives strict instructions to the assistant girl not to let Feng Teng see it.

Then I start on the other dresses. I'm having three maximum and he better not argue with me.

I work off a million calories getting myself in and out of dozens of dresses.

We build up alike, no and a maybe pile, and I'm surprised that I'm enjoying myself.

When Feng Teng sprawls back on the sofa and watches as I appear and disappear, wearing a different dress each time.

"She's like a clothes horse, isn't she?" Pierre muses to Feng Teng when I appear in a very short, red dress.

I love it, but like all of the other dresses that have a price tag of over ten thousands yuan, it will go on the no pile.

"Get it off!" he spits, and I return to the fitting while laughing.

He's right, I love it, but it is way too short. It could pass for an undergarment. I'm exhausted when I'm finally finished trying everything on.

Because I've changed more than twenty times in a couple of hours than I have this month. I go through a lot with Pierre suggestion and get a bit anxious when I realise just how many like items there are.

"Oh, this sure a lot?" I hear him approach.

I cringe.

"No, this not much girl just cost twenty per cent prices from yours tonight dress," Pierre muses.

"Now I'm going to get this all wrapped and bagged for you," Pierre says along with orders his staff.

Oh hell!

This lot of dress only cost twenty per cent from my tonight banquet. Seriously?

I even got more mortified when Feng Teng hands Pierre his black card.

He takes it and leaves us alone.

"Feng Teng, I don't feel good with this. Especially tonight dress. It must be expensive massively," I take his hands and stand in front of him so I have his full attention.