Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

In one one of the stalls in the same saloon, a male hairdresser announced while taking off the black apron around a young woman's neck.

"Ma'am it's done."

The woman leaned forward to peer at her new looks in the mirror. Still with a calm face, she leaned away before standing to her feet.

"Where do I pay?" Zhang Xiaoling asked as she picked up her purse and turned to the male hairdresser that took care of her wavy silky hair.

For her to be asking where the cashier was, this seems to be her first time in this particular hair saloon.

Smiling at her, the hairdresser said, "I will lead the way."

Zhang Xiaoling quickly followed him with her long heels striking hard against the tiled floor.

Today she was putting on a knee-length ash coloured pencil skirt, and white sleeves top. On her feet, were a pair of black Alexander McQueen shoes.

She had a delicate makeup on her face but with a bright red lipstick that drew so much attention to her face.

Coming out from the store with the young man, she followed him up to a different section of the same space.

"Here Ma'am, you can pay here." He said while gesturing to the glistening pink counter, and a male cashier sitting on a long stool inside.

Zhang Xiaoling nodded at him before taking out her card and passing it to the cashier who took it and quickly slashed it on the machine in his hand.

Two seconds later, the machine beeped and rolled out the teller for the payment.

Taking out the card and the teller from the machine, plus the receipt from thr system in front of him, the cashier handed them over to her.

"Thank you, Ma'am." The man said with a small smile.

Ignoring him, Zhang Xiaoling reached out for the things that belonged to her, then tucking them into her black handbag, she turned and trotted away.

From the cashier counter, she walked ahead and passed the place the men were sitting.

Because Mr. Fang was sitting at the edge, she almost brushed past him.

If only he didn't have the newspaper covering his face, she would have seen his face.

She would have found it odd to see him in a woman's saloon and probably guessed that he had accompanied a woman there.

And the first woman that would have come to her mind would have been her stepsister, Zhang Liling before thinking of any other person.

But the most important thing was that she would have definitely stopped to have exchange a few words with Mr. Fang, not minding that she was running a little late.

Fortunately or unfortunately, fate played out this way.

Not long after she went away, Zhang Liling walked out from the store and immediately went straight to where Mr. Fang was sitting to show off her new looks to him.

"Mr. Fang, " She called out, as the air that came forth due to her running to his side, carried her scent to him.

Closing the 5th newspaper, Mr. Fang eyed her expectantly before nodding. Keeping the newspaper on the stool in front of him, he got up and complimentes her with his gaze on her, "I like your new hairstyle, it's pretty, and it suits you."

Instantly, a blush crept up her cheeks as they turned a light shade of pink.

"Thank you." She said gratefully.

p "Do you still have something you want to do on this floor?" Mr. Fang asked as he walked toward the counter to pay, as she walked beside him

Zhang Liling shook her head hurriedly. "I'm fine."

She looked even more happy with the compliments he gave to her. What more could she ask for?

"Okay," He muttered under his breath before fishing his card out and handing it over.

A few minutes later, they both entered the elevator, and instead of pressing the number for the underground parking lot, or Ground floor for the large supermarket, he pressed the 5th button.

"Mr. Fang, do you still want to get something?" She asked while staring blankly at him.

"There is one more thing you are missing, and that is a dress." He said without looking at her.

He was avoiding her reaction on the face after he made his agenda known.

Yes, she said she had something to where, but he didn't trust her wardrobe. That little woman was capable of anything and there is no end to her surprises.

That same second, Zhang Liling's entire face was contoured in a frown.

"But I already said that I have an outfit." She said to him. "I don't need another one." She insisted.

"I don't trust your wardrobe." He told her flatly.

There was no need to hide anything from her. He wouldn't want her to put on something that would expose any sensitive part of her skin.

It's not like he could walk into her closet to see what she had, hence, he was going to scrutinize every outfit she would be picking at the mall.

Some minutes later, Zhang Liling and Mr. Fang walked into the floor for female clothing and two shop attendants immediately walked over to cater for their needs.

A little over an hour later, Zhang Liling walked out with Mr. Fang carrying four shopping bags in his hands.

There was a tired look on her face as she followed him out.

The little woman couldn't even remember how many clothes she and changed into before he approved of only two.

Right when she was about to tear up, he agreed to the last dress she wanted to so badly take with her, and that was how she got the third dress which was her own choice.

Outside the building, the bodyguards waiting outside rushed over to take the bags from Mr. Fang, before opening the car doors for them to get inside.

A long exhausted sigh fell of Zhang Liling's lips as she sprawled lazily on the seat without even bothering to secure her seatbelt.

Seeing her in that state, Fang Bingwen had no choice but to help her out before turning to the driver.

"Stop at any fine dining."

Seeing how tired out his girlfriend was, which he was his fault as well, he figured that he should feed her first before sending her back to his Villa