Chapter 220 - 220 If She Not Present...

Ian looking at me proudly as I do my simplest jobs neatly.

"You did a really good job, Madam," He smiles, then proceeding to shake.

After a few moments shakes, Ian flips it up in fast and grabs it like a magic ball play then tosses it over his head, before spinning quickly to catch it again.

Gosh! I was amazed by his little demonstration of skills. Later, he knocks the container on the side and pours the dark pink wine liquid into a long glass with some mint and a strawberry.

"Presented," he sings, presenting me with the glass.

"Wow! You nailed it!" I gasp at the rimmed glass.

"What's it called?" I asked.

"This is Madam Feng Attraction," His voice gets higher towards the end of the name.

Then he laughs.

"I'm joking. It's called 'Red Deep Rosy'. You try," He pushes the glass towards me, and I lean in to take a sniff.

Gosh, it smells lovely, but I remember the last time Ian has insisted I to tried one of his drinks when I was here and it burnt my throat like a firework.

I pick up the glass tentatively as Ian nods eagerly at me. Elegantly, I take a little sip.

"Good, yes?" He dazzles me with his happy face and starts putting the lids on all the tubs of fruit.

"Wow! Absolutely!" I take another sip.

This very delicious and it makes you addicted to continue to drink it.

"What's the ingredient in it?" I blurt out as soon as I have done my sip.

He starts laughing and shaking his head.

"NO! NO! NO! Even you are Madam Feng now, I tell no one," He says.

"What have you drink babe?" Feng Teng husky tone invades my ears from behind, and I swing around on my stool to see him stood behind me with his frown line firmly in place.

I hold the glass out and smile.

"You here, there you should try this. Oh my God! It's good,"  I glance up to the heavens to reinforce my point.

He recoils slightly, his frown deepening.

"No, my dear, but I'll take your word for that," He sits down next to me.

"Remember, don't drink too much." He gives the glass with a disapproving look.

My brain quickly kicks into gear, and I realise what I've just said.

Oh, I'm such a dumb.

"Hehe…I'm sorry!" I blurt.

"I was too amaze with the taste it and forgot about that," I mentally throw myself over the corner and throw it into sink disposal.

Hmm, Ian must get a waft of the tension because he nowhere to be found, now leaving me and Feng Teng alone.

Then I put the drink down and turn back towards the barstool. As the delicious drink doesn't taste good anymore.

"Hmm, it's okay," He pulls me off my stool and onto his lap, and I bury my face under his chin as I feel ashamed for not being mindful.

"It's alright. Hmm, unravel your knickers," he laughs.

His facial expression didn't show it was okay at all. Then he leans back to look down at me and pulls my chin up with his finger.

Gradually our eyes lock together and his eyes soften.

"Hmm, forget it. Now kiss me," He commands leisurely

I oblige immediately and clasp the back of his neck out to pull him down. Gradually my body relaxes completely in his arms as I soak him up, releasing the humming into his mouth.

He smiles around my kiss.

"Feng Teng,  I'm sorry," I repeat myself as all the guilty still lingering around.

"Didn't I said forget it?" ' he warns.

"Hmm, okay. Have you get everything sorted out?" I ask.

"Yeah. Now let we eat, then we go home to bath and snuggle for a while, okay?" He looks at me expectantly.

I nod shyly as the sign I agree with him.

"Good wife," He gives me a chaste kiss and shifts me back onto my stool.

"Now let eating," He nods across the bar, and I see Butler Zhang carrying a tray into our direction before places it down.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang," he says.

"My pleasure, Master. Enjoy," He gives me a pleasant smile.

Everyone from Feng Mansion is lovely but except Muxin. I better not let her ruin my day on with my husband.

Picking up my knife and fork and straight chomp into the salad with the most delicate yummy sauce.

"Good?" Feng Teng asks.

I look up around a forkful of salad and find Feng Teng put in his fork into his mouth.

I nodded and releasing my delicious appreciation.

Ohhh, this palate I could eat this every day for the rest of my life.

He smiles at me.

"Feng Teng! Do you okay with the band set up at the corner in the hall room?" A pitching scream heard.

In flash, my shoulders got tense as that painful voice shrill heard over behind me.

What a painful woman! My appetite has to plummet immediately

Oh God, I hate her and now Feng Teng has assured me that she just a friend. But all right now I want to shatter her over make up with the mud.

"Yes, I thought we have agreed that?" Feng Teng turns slightly on his stool to acknowledge her.

But I don't. Staying facing the wall across the barstool and start poking at my salad with my fork.

"Yes we did, but I just wanted to confirm again. Ohh, Wei Lin. How have you been?" she asks.

Instantly I scowl at my plate.

Does she want to know how I'm doing? If it is, I'll happily tell her.

Instantly I feel Feng Teng eyes on me, waiting for me to be polite and answer his friendly friend.  I swivel on my stool and putting my most insincere smile on my face.

"I'm good. Thank you. How about you?" I ask back.

Her smile is as phoney as mine. I wonder if my ignorant man would pick up on this awful awkward tense.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you looking forward to tonight banquet?" She asked.

"Of course," I lie.

But I might be looking more forward to it if she does not present here tonight.