Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

The old lady waved her hand to silence him.

"Wenwen, maybe next time, let's find a way to exchange thoughts."

To explain further what she meant, she continued while staring straight into his eyes, unafraid of his anger.

"I know you are slow to love, and that surprised me that you are willing to settle down. But from the story, I know that Liling was the one that took a step forward and did most of the ground work just so your relationship would work out. Wenwen, you should learn to take the lead."

​ Actually, the old lady wasn't putting them together in a room just so that something would happen between them.

But she was trying to grow her grandson's emotions and affections.

After hearing their love story, she just knew that he was not the one that took the lead, and now wanted to push him to the front line.

Truthfully, she had never had in mind for them to share a separate bedroom, but she was more readily on to make that happen now after hearing their story.

Mr. Fang's face was dark as he had his own thoughts. Shifting his gaze from the old lady to the young woman without the look of regret to this decision, he was speechless.

Guessing from the way she was staring at him, he was very sure that she must have been waiting for this kind of arrangement.

It was as if she couldn't wait to get her hands on him.

Watching them exchanging meaningful glances, the old lady thought that she couldn't delay them anymore and hurriedly sent them away.

"Wenwen, show Liling to your bedroom. Tomorrow, there will be time for you to show her around before leaving."

Fang Bingwen broke their gaze and turned to the old lady as his expression turned serious.

"Grandma, I will see you to your bedroom first." He said without a room for negotiation.

The old lady was left with no choice but to led the couple send her off.

A few minutes later when they got to ther door of her room, she hurriedly sent them away.

"There is no need to lead me inside my room, you can leave."

"Goodnight grandma." Zhang Liling and Mr. Fang wished and with that, they turned to leave.

The old stood outside her door with a big smile on her face as she watched till their backs finally disappeared from the hallway.

A soft sigh of relief fell of her lips before she turned to step into her bedroom after she pushed the door open.

All the way up the grand stairs with silver coated railings that had intricate designs up to his bedroom, there was silence between Zhang Liling and Fang Bingwen.

No one said a word to each other as each had their thoughts going in in their heads.

But finally when Mr. Fang pushed the door to his bedroom open, he glanced at the woman standing outside at the same spot with a raised brow.

"Are you not coming in? This is my bedroom." He stated as if she was afraid that he had taken her to a wrong room.

Zhang Liling stared silently at him for a moment before sighing and proceeding to step into his room.

Without giving herself the chance to stare at his large living space, and the intricate designs coupled with the beautiful creme colour painting, she walked to his bedside and stopped.

Turning around to see him shutting the door and walking toward her, her thin lips parted.

"Mr. Fang, do you really hate sharing a bedroom with me?" She asked.

Fang Bingwen ignored her and went on to take off his suit jacket and threw it carelessly on the white couch arranged to face the foot of his bed with just a small table seperating them.

Seeig him ignoring her, the corner of her lips tugged downwards as a grumpy look appeared on her face while watching him tug on his tie.

"Mr. Fang, are you ignoring me now? Well, you should just admit that you are afraid that I will pounce on you."

Saying up to this level, she still didn't get any response from him, so she turned her back to him to look around his bedroom, finding things to distract her from the uncomfortable feeling in her chest.

"Don't worry, I have aborted every plan of punching on you tonight. Even I know when to stop seeign that you don't want me."

Mr. Fang went on to tug on his cuffs after throwing his necktie on the couch. Taking off his cuffs, he gently put them on the table before turning to walk toward Zhang Liling with knitted brows.

In just three strides, he was already next to her and before Zhang Liling could tilt her head to glance at him, he placed three fingers on her jaw and forced her to face him.

Zhang Liling was taken aback with his action and wondered what he was upto.

And just as her lips parted as she got ready to speak, his thin lips came pressing hard on hers.

Without warning, he was already raining down kisses on her as his lips captured her soft ones and moved heavily on them before slipping his tongue into her mouth to ravage it.

Zhang Liling's heart skipped a bit as a mixture of surprise and pleasure washed over her.

'Mr. F-Fang is kissing me? H-He is re-ally kissing me?'

She was surprised that Mr. Fang would take her unawares and kiss her.

This was the first time he was taking a lead to do something like this, and it was, so it was a given that she would be shocked to the bones as to even forget to breath or kiss him back.

Feeling his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth hungrily, Zhang Liling was forced back to the present, but before she could think of any other thing, she felt almost out of breath.

"Mr. Fang." She called out in muffled breathing while being her hands up to hit him gently on the shoulder.