Chapter 229 - 229 She No One You Should Know

That woman probably early thirties, with black bobbed hair and noble features. I wouldn't have paid much attention, but she is staring straight at us and she's alone.

She starts walking towards us, and I feel Feng Teng tense under me. Kevin and Jun Jie shut up immediately, which only serves to make me even warier.

Who the hell is she?

When she reaches our group, she stops, keeping her eyes on Feng Teng.

The tension is tangible and I glance at SiSi to find a heavy frown on her forehead as she looks at the woman stood silently in front of us.

Then I'm suddenly standing and being positioned back on the stool, minus one Feng Teng under me.

"Fu Hua, do you want to come to my office?" Feng Teng asks, way too soft and gentle for my liking.

She nods, and I can see her eyes brimming with tears.

"Come on." He turns to me, offering an apologetic smile before leading her away with his hand placed at the bottom of her back, leaving me sat wondering what the hell is going on and mentally demanding him to remove his hand from her.

Assistant Yu gives him a nod as they pass at the bar entrance, and then proceeds to notify everyone that dinner will be served imminently.

There is a full guest at the hall and guest flicking me curious stares as they pass.

I ignore them; I'm too busy wondering what Feng Teng is doing with the mystery woman.

The silence that has fallen in our little group is broken by SiSi.

"Who was that?" She helps me down from my stool.

I glance at Kevin and Jun Jie, who both shrug denial of any knowledge, but I can tell by their sudden discomfort that they know exactly who Fu Hua is.

"I don't know. I've never seen her before," I say on a frown, following the mass of people into the hall.

"But Feng Teng seems to know her, though," I add dryly.

We both find our table, and I'm beyond relieved to find myself sat with SiSi, Kevin, Jun Jie and Assistant Yu. And I'm not so pleased as Muxin is also with us, though.

Another man, who I've not met, joins us. He's introduced as Zihao a cute, floppy-haired schoolboy type, Feng Teng relative.

The hall has been completely emptied of sofas and occasional tables, and in their place are masses of round tables, seating between eight and ten people. I can't even count them, I lose track at table thirty.

A band is set up in the corner, but it's the four men with saxophones who are providing the music throughout dinner. The chair next to me is still empty and the one next to that has Muxin perched neatly on it. I'm guessing she arranged the seating plan and was most pissed off when she had no choice but to sit me on the other side of Feng Teng.

Where is he?

A starter of scallops is served, and I'm momentarily distracted from my speculating by the divine dish. Butler Zhang does do food very well.

"So Miss Bei, I'm was told you carried out the works at Deng Tai," Zihao says across the table.

"It was a good job on it," He smiles, raising his glass to me.

"Oh, thank you. It didn't hurt the portfolio." I reply casually.

"You're modest." He laughs.

"She's good," SiSi interrupt up.

"And she working on the new extension upstairs too," SiSi points her fork towards the ceiling of the mansion in the most unladylike manner.

"I see. Is that how you met my uncle?" Zihao asks, a little surprised.

"Yes," I confirm politely but elaborate no further.

As I'm not comfortable talking about me and Feng Teng, especially under Muxin fire glare.

But Zihao has also just reminded me that Feng Teng is still nowhere to be seen. I better distract myself from Feng Teng absent matter.

Before I could ask Zihao to length this conversation, Muxin jumps into the gap of conversation, asking Zihao how his study went. At the same time, I'm thankful, even though I quickly turn my attention away from where that discussion is heading too.

I look over at SiSi, who tosses me a filthy look and then nods towards Muxin while cupping her b.r.e.a.s.ts on a grin. I try not to smile, but I can't help the corners of my mouth tweaking at her brashness.

She is so unaffected by everything. I love her.

I finish my delicious drink and accept the glass of white that the waiter offers, taking an immediate sip and laughing when Jun Jie stabs at his last scallop with his fork and it flies into the middle of the table.

He gets rather mad with the slippery chunk as he tries to retrieve it, grumbling sulkily as he stabs at it, eventually giving up and grabbing it with his hand. He throws it on his plate in a mood, then glances up at the rest of the table who, except for Muxin, are all delighting in his little performance. He relents and stands to bow, restoring his refined character.

Jun Jie fun, lighthearted performance is a mile away from the stand-gentlemen as I know.

Starters are swiftly removed from the table and replaced with sirloin steak and an array of colourful vegetables. I'm thankful dinner is relatively light. I couldn't stomach much more and with Muxin sat next to me, my appetite is not improving.

She hasn't said one word to me during dinner and has not enquired as to Feng Teng whereabouts, so I assume that she knows. She advises the waiter to remove Feng Teng untouched starter and hold off on his main for the meantime.

If SiSi wasn't here, I would be getting cranky now.

Everyone starts to enjoy the course, just then I glance across at Muxin, and I'm met with a filthy glare. I ignore her and resist the killing temptation to smash her face into her sirloin.

I sit bolt upright so do Muxin does, just then when I spot Feng Teng and the mystery woman emerging from the corridor that leads down to his office.

Assistant Yu must catch our reaction because he jumps up from the table and makes his way over. They have an exchange of quiet words before Assistant takes over the responsibility of the woman and leads her out of this hall.

Feng Teng looks across to the hall until he finds my eyes, and then starts making his way over. He's stopped a dozen times by various businessmen and socialite women as he passes tables, but he doesn't hang about for conversation.

He just shakes hands with the men and leans down to kiss the women, smiling politely before searching me out again.

Why can't he shake the women's hands as well? He eventually makes it to me and sits himself down, grabbing my knee under the table.

Kevin cheers his arrival and pours some water into Feng Teng wine glass, SiSi frowns at me and Muxin drops all conversation with Zihao in favour of Feng Teng.

He turns into me and gives me very sorry eyes.

"Forgive me?" He apologizes.

"Who is she?" I ask quietly.

"She no one for you to know," He nods at my half-empty plate.

"How is the food?" He asks.

She no one for me to know?

Well, that just makes me all the more wanted to know, but is this the time to be pushing about this?

"Good, you should eat," I say shortly, looking for a waiter, but I'm a bit slow on the uptake.