Feng Zhi slowly raised his head and gave Mu Lin an ignorant look.
"Do you have a problem, Madam Mu?" Feng Zhi asked, his face expressionless.
Mu Lin fell short of words and stared down at her plate. She couldn't believe Feng Zhi would be shameless enough to reply to her with such an indifferent tone. With an awkward smile, she continued eating.
This did not go unnoticed by Ling Mei. She watched Mu Lin bask in awkwardness and Dong Bing in embarrassment. Oddly, she felt satisfied.
Dinner ended with Mu Lin lowering her head while Dong Bing stared everywhere except at Feng Zhi. She cast a quick glance at Ling Mei, hatred evident in her eyes. Her eyes glinted with evil.
Just who the hell did this bitch think she was?
"Madam Mu… the time is getting late. I will get the chauffeur to send you and Dong Bing back home," Feng Zhi said, drying his hands with a napkin.
Dong Bing glanced at her wristwatch. It was some minutes past eleven. There was no doubt her father was going to be furious when they got home.
She and Mu Lin exchanged knowing looks and gently stood up, fake smiles plastered on their faces.
"It was nice having dinner with you, Old Master Feng," Mu Lin commented with a smile.
Dong Bing stood behind her, also smiling.
Feng Xiang nodded. "Bing Bing, you should visit this old man often, okay?" he said kindly.
Dong Bing felt her tense muscles relax a bit. "Of course I will, Grandpa," she replied.
With that, they both made their way outside, wishing Feng Zhi good night but receiving no reply in return. Dong Bing did not leave without letting Ling Mei see the look of hate plastered on her face.
Ling Mei responded with a sarcastic smile.
With the mother-and-daughter pair gone, Ling Mei felt her chest heave in relief. Those people were a pain in the ass.
"You should also get going, Grandfather," Feng Zhi said immediately.
Feng Xiang was not surprised. His grandson was too blunt, but he couldn't deny he liked the fact that Feng Zhi could say things straightforwardly without beating around the bush.
"Alright. Mei Mei, I will be taking my leave now, so do not hesitate to call me if he tries to cross the line," Feng Xiang cautioned with a serious look.
Ling Mei smiled sweetly. "I won't forget, Old Master Feng."
Feng Xiang nodded in reply. Although he wasn't satisfied that she still called him Old Master Feng, he was happy she was slowly warming up to him.
Feng Xiang left, and the house returned to its calm demeanor.
Just as Ling Mei turned to face Feng Zhi, wanting to ask for her belongings, he was already standing right in front of her, staring down at her fair round face.
Ling Mei felt her cheeks heat up just looking up at him. When did she start noticing how tall and handsome this man was? Well-defined jaws, thick eyebrows, smooth skin, and hot red lips.
She gulped slowly while staring at his lips.
Feng Zhi chuckled lightly.
"We could get a room, you know," Feng Zhi teased, a look of mischief plastered on his face.
Ling Mei immediately snapped out of her reverie.
Oh, how could she forget that beneath that handsome face was an extremely overbearing man.
She pushed against his chest and took a few steps back.
"Pervert," she murmured under her breath.
Feng Zhi heard that and chuckled even more.
"I would like to speak with my manager, President Feng," Ling Mei said quickly, changing the topic.
Feng Zhi stepped back, taking a good look at her.
Ling Mei felt her heart shudder. Surely this man liked doing things the wrong way.
"You aren't allowed to touch your phone for now," Feng Zhi replied calmly.
Ling Mei frowned at this.
"And why is that?" she asked, glaring at him.
Madam Gong quickly replied. She had been watching the two bicker, and knowing Feng Zhi might not explain the reason, she stepped in.
"The doctor said you should take a good rest, Miss Ling. Why don't I make you some warm tea?" Madam Gong asked with a warm smile.
Ling Mei liked the idea of warm tea, but she wasn't done trying to get her phone from Feng Zhi.
"I do appreciate the warm tea, ma'am," Ling Mei replied politely before turning her attention back to Feng Zhi.
"I would like to speak with my manager, President Feng," she repeated, this time with a slightly higher tone.
"Like I said, you aren't allowed to touch your phone."
With that, he made his way back to the bedroom, leaving Ling Mei awestruck and red with anger.
Who does he think he is?
The next morning, after successfully retrieving her phone from Feng Zhi, she sent a quick text to Yan Yi asking her to come pick her up from Feng Zhi's place.
She then decided to log into her Instagram account.
The first post she saw shocked the hell out of her.
"A-List Model Ling Mei Allegedly Attacks Rising Star Jun Xinyi — Jealousy or Something More?"