Immediately they got home, Zhang Liling opened the car door and ran away at lightning speed.
She made her way straight to her bedroom and locked herself in it, before she could feel a little relieved that Mr. Fang wouldn't find her so easily.
"Ah! Liling what have you done to yourself! How would a man like Mr. Fang fall for you?! You just ruined all the efforts you have made so far!"
Zhang Liling cursed at herself while pulling her hair in frustration.
Although she knew that her earlier efforts to get into Mr. Fang's good books were not enough, but the sudden embarrassment she brought upon herself, would make it difficult for him to see her in a good light.
If he even had that idea before, he would immediately free himself from it.
Zhang Liling stayed in her room sulking for a while, while Mr. Fang on the other hand, moved on with his life.
Immediately he stepped into his bedroom, he changed out of his work clothes and went straight to the washroom to shower.
Again, he noticed the effect Zhang Liling's scent had on him. Because of his anger towards her in the car, he almost asked Bolin to pass the form to Chuanli as soon as he appeared at his doorstep, but he changed his mind.
It doesn't make sense to vent his anger on the wrong person because of what someone else caused.
The reason he didn't reject Bolin's arrangement of letting Zhang Liling sit next to him at the back seat of the car, was because her scent didn't affect him like the others, and he had at the same time wanted to give a hard time to her.
Knowing fully well that she would be uncomfortable to sit next to him after doing something humiliating in public, and with him finding out about it.
He really planned things in his head all by himself.
Bolin had his own ideas. He didn't want to face the consequences of Zhang Liling's actions by suffering the anger emitting from Mr. Fang by sitting directly next to him.
Mr. Fang sighed before getting into the shower. He k ee that he would wash out Zhang Liling's faint scent from his body wants the water touches his body, but he didn't mind, when he had his drugs.
In the next few minutes, Mr. Fang got out of shower, dressed in a set of comfy clothes, took his drugs, and got rid of his reading glasses before stepping out of his bedroom.
Bolin and Chuanli were already waiting in his study by the time he came over.
"Bingwen, you really did take your time freshening up." Chuanli said as soon as he saw him step into the room. He remained sitting and watched him walk over and air on his chair.
"How long have you been here?" Mr. Fang asked with his gaze on him after taking a seat.
"8 minutes." Chuanli replied.
"I don't need to apologize then. I asked you to come over after 30 minutes. I gave you the time I was sure about, but you decided to do things your own way."
Mr. Fang blamed him for coming over a few minutes earlier to the time he gave to him.
Chuanli was amazed and glanced at Bolin who looked as if their conversation had nothing to do with him, before shifting his gaze back to Mr. Fang.
"You like keeping to time, so I decided to come a few minutes earlier, how am I at fault for doing the right thing?" Chuanli retorted.
Mr. Fang shook his head and fired back. "Is it then I who gave you the perfect time to come over that should be blamed? I gave you an order, and you decided to do what you felt was right, so don't blame me."
Mr. Fang immediately shifted his gaze to Bolin to ask, "Have you given the form to him?"
"Yes, Sir." Bolin replied almost immediately.
Chuanli waved the form in his hands to his face before scoffing. "I have the form now, thanks for taking your time with it."
"Now that you have it, you can leave," Mr. Fang said while picking up his laptop to turn it on.
"I heard that you hired a 5-star Chef, I will have dinner at your place tonight before leaving." Chuanli said shamelessly, and that made Mr. Fang to gaze at him.
"You presence in impromptu, so the chef didn't prepare for an extra mouth while preparing dinner. Just go back to your house and order what you want, or you can as well go back to your family house to have dinner if you need company so much."
Chuanli was not moved, and in fact remained adamant about Mr. Fang chasing him away. He pretended to be ignorant.
"How can your 5-star chef not prepare for at least an extra mouth while preparing food in your villa?" Chuanli asked before shifting his gaze to Bolin to instruct...
"Bolin, go and tell the chef to share the food in such a way that it would accommodate an extra mouth, or else he would be fired."
Bolin glanced at him, before moving his gaze to Mr. Fang, but Chuanli did not give them a chance to communicate as he immediately said to him, "Why aren't you leaving, are you looking down on me now?"
Since Mr. Fang didn't have any intentions of interjecting, Bolin left for the kitchen.
Chuanli smiled to himself and then turned on his seat to face Mr. Fang, and already saw his finger pointing at the sofa at the other end of the room.
"Dinner will be ready in about 40 minutes. Since you will be here till that time, and as I want to use this little opportunity to work, please sit over there and act like you don't exist." Mr. Fang said to him.
Whether he was his friend or personal doctor, he didn't bother mincing his words while speaking to him. Since he insisted on staying over for dinner at his place, then he had to play by his rules.
Chuanli the chatter box, refused to play dead and immediately developed another option for himself.
"It would be torture for me to be quiet until dinner time."
Mr. Fang glanced at him and asked with furrowed brows, "Don't you have to go through that form? Do you need to chat while looking at it?"
Chuanli got off the seat and said while gazing at him with a deep frown, "At most, I need only 10 minutes to go through this form, and then I will have 30 minutes more left. Tell me, do you expect me to act like a corpse for half an hour? That's not possible, I'm going to your living room to watch a movie."
Mr. Fang wanted to tell him that he wouldn't find any movie channel on the TV, but he changed his mind. It would seem more appropriate if he found out on his own, so, he shifted his gaze back to his work.
Chuanli was truly disappointed not to find any other channel apart from news channels on the TV. He almost cursed out loud, but held back when he remembered whose house he was in.
Having no choice, he laid on the couch and picked the form Bolin passed to take a good glance at it.
After studying Zhang Liling's basic information, he found nothing strange or special about it, but kept it at the back of his mind not to judge yet.
He would have to go back to his office to do more research on the internet. But something caught his attention, and that was the maternal side of Zhang Liling's family.
He was surprised when he saw that name, 'Song' and urgently wanted to have a conversation with Zhang Liling, to know of it was the family he was thinking about, but she was nowhere to be found.
Immediately he saw the butler pass by, he stopped him and went up to meet him. "Mr. Butler, I don't see Miss Zhang around, can you call her over, I gave some questions to ask her."
Butler Gu recognized Chuanli as Mr. Fang's doctor and greeted him respectfully. "Miss Zhang is studying, but I can ask her to come out during dinner time."
The butler had earlier gone to knock on Zhang Liling's door to remind her about doing the laundry she left in the laundry room in the morning, but she said...
"Butler Gu, I'm studying for my final exams at the moment, I will do the laundry after dinner."
Butler Gu understood how important her upcoming exams were, and optioned not to disturb her, and even went as far as showing his support to her, but letting Chuanli know how occupied she was.
Hearing that she was studying and could only meet her during dinner, Chuanli lost interest. "It's fine, forget it!"
Butler Gu bowed before walking away with a polite smile.
What was the use of only getting to see her during dinner when Mr. Fang would be there? Knowing fully well that he wouldn't allow him to ask questions like that, he could only give up on seeing her.
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