Chapter 228 - 228 Who's That?

"Hey. What about you?" I grab her hands and hold them out to the side.

"Oh, I love your dress." I send her on a little twirl.

Indeed she looks fabulous, as always, in a long pink dress, her hair piled high on her head.

"Sisi. Do you want a drink? You have to try this," I grasp my glass from the bar and hold it up.

"Here, sit. Where's your boyfriend?" I asked.

She pushes herself onto the stool and rolls her eyes.

"Oh, that moron. He wouldn't let anyone drive his car," She laughs.

"Where's Feng Teng anyway?" Sisi asks.

Instantly my smile disappears.

"Muxin dragged him off somewhere," I glance at the clock and notice he's been gone for over an hour.

"Oh. Get me a drink," she says.

I nodded my head.

"Yes, princess," I gesture majesty politeness.

"Haha, I'm not highest as your majesty my queen," She teased.

I widen at her, the call for Ian and he waves his acknowledgement as he walks over.

"Meet my friend SiSi. SiSi this Ian," I introduced them.

"Hi, nice to meet you," she smiles at Ian.

"Yes, nice to meet you SiSi. What would you like to drink?" Ian blesses her with one of his lovely warm smiles.

"Can I get like she did?" She points to my glass, and Ian laughs before going to fetch his glass jug of the best his brew drink.

Later Ian returns with his jug and I slap my hand over my glass when he tries and fills mine again, throwing him a playful, warning look.

He shrugs, muttering something and gave me a smile which trying to pretend that he's offended.

"Where's the love?"

We both turn and see Kevin stood, legs spread and arms extended in the entrance of the bar.

Wow! He looks unusually smart, compared to his baggy jeans and t-shirt.

Then he straightens his suit jacket and walks poise of gentlemen to the bar confidently, shouting for a bottle of vodka as he approaches. He may look smart, but his hair is its usual messy waves and his cheeky grin and dimple are ever-present.

"WOW! May I say how damn fine you're both looking this pleasant evening?" He smiles at me and then lavishes SiSi with a dramatic sloppy one.

But Sisi bats him away, I only able to laugh.

"Where's my king?" he asks as he glancing around the bar area.

But I want to correct him and tell him that Feng Teng is, in fact, my husband, but I think I might be trampling if I do that.

I laugh to myself and at my little imagination.

"Oh. He's in his office." I say, taking another sip of my drink.

Pacing in myself, but this stuff is delicious and going down a treat. could feel better now that SiSi is here, my mind distracted from the fact that my Feng Teng is still missing.

An hour later, the hall start is full with the guest and Feng Teng is still nowhere to be seen.

Soft jazz is playing in the background and the sound of happy chatter is prominent in the air. The men all look fine in tuxes and suits and the woman has all gone to town in various gowns and c.o.c.ktail dresses. I'm not ignorant to the fact that I seem to be the choice of conversation for many groups of people, particularly women, who make their goodies comparison.

When I'm on my third glass of the Ian best drink and sipping it cautiously, Jun Jie has arrived and looks no different to normal. He always looks well-groomed and precise.

I exhale and relax when I feel two big palms rest on my h.i.p.s and his freshwater, loveliness drift into my nose.

Finally, he here. Why took him so long?

His chin rests on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I've neglected you." He says softly.

Then I crane my neck to see him.

"Yes, you are. Why you took so long?" I ask.

"Sorry, there a complication thing from my office to settle on. But now I'm here, I'm all yours now, I promise." He pushes his front into my back and leans over to shake hands with the boys' before nodded towards SiSi.

"Is everyone good?" he asks as he waves Ian for some water.

"Of course. Where's your old man?" Kevin grins and chinks bottles with Jun Jie.

"He's inside with the VVIP in the halls. Shall we go meet him now babe?" He asks me.

I'm suddenly attacked with very worrying.

Bloody hell, will his grandfather like me?

What would he think of him? And does he know that Feng Teng and I have been married?

"Give you ten minute to be ready." Feng Teng says sternly.

He pulls me off the stool and sits there himself before pulling me down onto his lap and burying his face into my neck.

Kevin and Jun Jie throw each other disapproving looks and SiSi smile at me.

"Babe, now I want to lay you on that barstool and take my time peeling all of this lace off," he whispers in my ear.

Immediately, I've stiffened over him and silently wish for him to shut up immediately before I oblige and climb up onto the barstool for him.

He pushes his groin up into my backside.

"Wifey. What's under the dress?" He asks in a very low husky tone.

"Of course more lace," I say quietly on a smile, and he groans in my ear.

Shit! Why did I say that? I need to curb this lovemaking talk, and I shouldn't encourage it.

"Babe! You're f.u.c.k.i.n.g killing me." He nips my ear, causing shivers to bolt through me.

"Feng Teng. You have to stop that now,"  I warn, rather unconvincingly.

I believe this will take him a week to get me out of this dress and back in it again actually.

NO! That probably wouldn't take him that long at all.

If he'll lose his patience and rip it off, in which case, I won't be putting this expensive dress back on again. And that's would be waste and tearing Pierre masterpiece too.

Won't Pierre would be offended for ripping his exclusive design just for me.

"NO! I won't," His tongue dips into my ear, and I close my eyes on a sigh.

"Ewww! You guys! My eyes gonna get blind!" Sisi closes her eyes with her pair eyes.

"Put my Wei Wei down now!" Sisi yells.

"Yes, yes. Please you're restraining our desire needs, but it's okay for you to sit there and fond your girl. But us," Kevin complains.

Feng Teng shoots Kevin with a reproachful glare.

"Try and stop me. If not I'll shut this banquet now and take her home." He grated.

"You're trampling your buddies now." I laugh, and they all start laughing with me.

But I could feel like Feng Teng is resuming nibbling at my nape.

"Who's that?" I ask when I see a woman approaches us.

"Who's? Who?" His head comes up from my neck, and I nod towards a woman stood in the entrance of the bar with a gold shift dress on.