Chapter 230 - 230 Not Assistant Yu

It seems Muxin has taken care of that already. His sirloin lands in front of him and he tucks in, keeping his palm firmly on my knee, chopping and forking with one hand. I'm prepared to leave this for now, this is not the time or the place, but I want to know what that was about.

When assistant yu returns and does his signature nod at Feng Teng, I throw him a curious stare which he catches and tramples all over by leaning in and lavishing me with his lips. I only half-heartedly return his kiss, fully aware that he's trying to distract me again.

He pulls back, giving me an enquiring eye.

"Are you holding back on me?" he asks sharply.

"Am I?" I toss back at him, unimpressed by his attitude towards my concern.

"Hey,"he grates, quite loudly, considering the close proximity of our company.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" he asks on a scowl, his grip on my knee tightening.

I shake my head.

"Let's see what your reaction would be if a mystery man pulled me away from you for over an hour." I look him straight in the eye, noticing Muxin sly smile behind him.

She can f.u.c.k off. I'm in no mood to deal with her.

His eyes soften, his tense jaw easing up a bit. He releases his grip of my knee and strokes up to the juncture of my thighs.

I got tense up and he knows what he's doing.

"Babe, please don't say things that will make me crazy mad." His voice has softened, but I can still detect the slight anger in his tone.

"And I've told you not to worry so you shouldn't. End of it," He presses.

"Then tell me who is she or stop kissing all of the women here," I turn back towards the table, ignoring his hot touch through my dress.

Now I'm simmering on the inside with possessiveness. I know I'm getting as bad as him, and this conversation is not going to get us nowhere, not here and now, anyway.

When dessert and coffee has been served and my cheeks hurt from SiSi and Kevin jokes at the table.

Assistant Yu stands and announces, in his usual booming voice, that everyone should clear the room so it can be emptied of tables, ready for the band.

Feng Teng stands and helps me up from my chair, making a meal of showering me with attention, which I petulantly brush off. He's trying his hardest to distract me from my sulks. I'm stopped from walking away from the table when he grabs my elbow and whirls me around so we're front on front.

He burns a hole into me with pools of his displeasure eyes.

"Are you going to behave like a spoilt brat for the rest of the evening, or have I got to take you to my bed and give some reminder sense into you?" He angry.

I recoil at his animosity as he looks past me and smiles, obviously acknowledging someone who is behind me. He returns his eyes to mine, his smile disappearing instantly. I'm stunned by his reaction to my grievance. He reaches around me and places a firm palm on my bum, pushing me into his groin and circling those damn h.i.p.s, hard and slow. I curse my treacherous body for tensing, and my hands for instinctively flying up to grab his shoulders.

He leans into my ear.

"Do you feel that?" He grinds hard again.

I lose the battle to restrain my m.o.a.n of pleasure. I do not want to be getting steam here because there is not a chance in hell I'm going to let him take me while we're in this Mansion.

Not ever.

"Answer the question," He clamps onto my earlobe and drags it through his teeth.

My grip of his shoulders tightens.  

"Yeah, I feel it." My voice is broken and low.

"Good. I'm yours. All of it." He pushes harder, further into me. 

"You should stop with the f.u.c.k.i.n.g sulks. Do you hear me?" He says.

"Okay," I exhale into his shoulder.

He releases me and stands back, raising expectant eyebrows at me. I nod, trying to gather myself together.

Will he always have this influence on me? I'm trembling and seriously rethinking making love in this Mansion, right now even his grandparent and relative were present. I could, quite easily, drag him to his bedroom and let him eat me alive.

But, wait where is his grandfather? I didn't meet him yet and he didn't bother to take me to meet his grandfather. I saw the VVIP seat table were emptied. When I glance past him and catch the glare from Muxin, and in a pathetic stamp of ownership, I put myself into Feng Teng chest again and look up at him with sorry eyes.

He gives an approving nod of his head and leans down to rest his lips on mine.

"Now much better." he says into my mouth.

"Feng Teng, didn't you want me to meet your grandfather?" I ask.

"Oh, grandfather got something urgent matter to attend. I'll introduce to him officially next time," He says.

He turns me around and starts guiding me out of the hall.

"Hmm, do you know that I'm struggling to deal with all of the admiring stares you," he says, placing his hand firmly at my lower back.

I scoff.

He has to be joking as I'm surrounded by women, who all, for absolutely sure, want me gone. I'm severely gatecrashing their plan to get near him.

"HUH! You're even attracting quite a bit of attention yourself." I muse, just as we pass an attractive the socialite girl.

She smiles brightly at Feng Teng and strokes his arm.

"Feng Teng, you're looking dashing as always." she gushes.

I can't help the small shocked burst of laughter that flies from my mouth.

She's got some front, and I'm hugely offended that she clearly thinks I'll just take her brazen flirting without so much as a word. I'm about to stop and put her in her place, but Feng Teng pushes me on, preventing me from following through on my intent.

I'm shocked by the shameless hussy.

"Qing QIng, you are an intolerable flirt as ever." Feng Teng retorts wryly, draping his arm over my shoulder and landing me with a chaste kiss, obviously sensing my irritation.

She smiles slyly and narrows eyes, easy eyes on me.

Who is she now? Is she no one that I should know to? Now I feel possessiveness simmering greatly  insideof me.

Arghh! I can't imagine that I'm going to be spending much time here if this is the response I'm going to be getting whenever I do.

Not that I particularly want to be here, but being at Feng Teng family place, it would be handy if I could come here and feel comfortable and not feel like I'm stepping on a million women's toes.

Retirement is looking more likely as time goes on. I want to spend every second stuck to Feng Teng everywhere so I can slap down these brazen, desperate bitch. And I'm mentally trampling again.

As we walk into the bar section, we find the stool that I always seem to get positioned on is taken by a man. He soon makes way when he sees us approaching, raising his glass in greeting. I'm lifted onto the stool and Ianis with us without delay, leaving the guest to be served by one of the other bar staff.

"What would you like to drink?" Feng Teng perches on his stool opposite me and takes my hand in his.  

"Ian best shake?" He raises his eyebrows.

I turn to a waiting Ian. 

"Yes, please," I say, and he smiles his usual fond smile, but looks a little more fl.u.s.tered than he did earlier. But I'm not surprised; he's being run off his feet.

"I'll have one of those." SiSi joins us with a huff.  

"These shoes are killing me! I don't how women in there could wear this without tripping whole day," she exclaims with a look of true pain on her pale face.

Feng Teng throws his head back and laughs a proper belly laugh as Kevin and Jun Jie follow up.

"What's happen?" Kevin asks as he eyes Feng Teng laughing.

He looks at me and SiSi then we both shrug on wide smirks.

I can't help being amused too, and w heI seen he laughs like that, faint lines spring from his eyes twinkling and showing his deep dimples. He looks so handsome.

"I'm sorry, drinks?" he asks, getting his laughter under control and giving me a wink.

I pool on the stool, sending him a telepathic message to take me home.

Jun Jie and Kevin throw their orders at Ian, but he's already halfway to the fridge to collect their beers. I scoop our c.o.c.ktails up and pass one to SiSi, catching her nodding thanks over my shoulder.  

I lean into Feng Teng, and he drops his conversation with the boys', before turning his face to me.

"What's up?" He looks worried.

"Nothing, I'm just going to use the toilet," I lower myself from the stool and grab my clutch from the bar.

"Okay." He kisses my hand.

I walk away and SiSi join.  

"I need a shiii," she spits urgently.

I flip as she leads me out. My casualness with regards to upstairs must be a result of that coctails.  

"I'm going to the toilet quickly, I'll meet you outside." I say in rush.

"The front." she calls, making her way to the entrance hall, while I head in the other direction towards the toilets.

I find the toilet empty and let myself into a cubicle. I've not attempted the task of using the toilet in this dress yet. I could be a while. I negotiate the dress up to my waist with relative ease and make sure I hold it all up before I sit. I don't know why I'm worrying; the toilet floor is spotless.

Just then I hear the door open and a few voices chatting happily.

"Have you seen her? She is young for our President Feng,"

Oh no!

I freeze mid-wee and hold my breath.  

What? Our? Who are they to judge?

I sag on the toilet and release my bladder. I've started now, I can't stop.

"But he's all over her. F.u.c.k.i.n.g hell, did you see the diamond around her neck?" Voice number two gushes.

"You can hardly miss it. It's obvious what she's after." Voice number three pipes up.

How many of them are there out there? I finish up and start pulling my dress back down while contemplating what I should do.  

What I want to do is go out there and put them straight on the spot.

"Ah, come on, Qing Qing. President Feng is beyond a God. The money is just a bonus." That's voice number two, and now I know that voice number three is Qing Qing, the daughter of socialite flirt.

And he's my husband!

"Well, it looks like we've made all this effort for nothing. I had heard, but I didn't believe, not until I saw it with my own eyes. It looks like our President has been whipped from under our feet." Voice number one laughs.

I stand in the cubicle willing them to leave so I can escape, but I can hear the pops of lips from the reapplication of lipstick and the spray of perfume going on.

"It's a shame, he's the best man I ever laid my eyes on, but it seem we got no chance anymore," Voice number three Qing Qing muses.

My hackles rise. I look up at the ceiling, trying to calm. 

"Oh, me too." Voice number one adds, and I stand there with my jaw on the toilet floor, waiting for voice number two to pipe up and make it a clean sweep.

'Well, I don't know about you two, but he was too good to give up to steal away," Voice number two totally finishes me off.

Damn it! I can't listen to this shit. I flush the chain, silencing all three, and make sure my dress isn't tucked into my bodice before I swing the door open and walk casually out of the cubicle.

Then I smile politely at the three women, all with some sort of make-up suspended in front of their faces, staring completely flummoxed at me as I make my way to a mirror at the other end of the bathroom. I calmly wash my hands and dry them before topping up my gloss, all in silence and under the wary eyes of the three brazen hussies at the other end of the toilet before I walk out past and leave the bathroom without a word, my dignity still firmly intact.

My heart is jumping and my legs are slightly shaky, but I make it to the entrance hall still standing.  

That was horrific, and I don't that there's a shameless woman who want to steal my man after all. Hearing those women talk about him like that has me more upset than mad.

He must be friendly and giving a hope with ... a lot of women before.

I think I need a shower. I know I audibly groan when Muxin steps out from the doorway from the bar. She's been waiting for this moment all night and after what I've just endured, I'm feeling even less tolerant of her than usual. I'm facing the fourth woman in as many minutes no, probably seconds who wanted to be in Feng Teng embraces.

Shit!  I feel sick and in no mood for Muxin and her viper gob, but I also don't want to have a catfight in my stupidly expensive dress.

"Muxin, you've done an amazing job tonight." I say courteously before I'll get in first with the pleasantries so there is no mistaking my attempt to keep things civil, even though it is taking every ounce of strength I have.

She folds an arm under her already high chest, boosting it further while holding her sloe gin in front of her mouth. Her posture and body language scream superiority, and I'm bracing myself for the inevitable warning.

"Do you have fun tonight?" she asks on a smile.

It throws me completely. She's changed her tone. I thought we were past faking pleasantries, especially when Feng Teng not around. 

"Yes, I did," I answer warily.

She broadens her smile.

"Oh, that good for you then," she says.

She smiles slyly, and I dread the words I know she's about to say.

"You should refrain yourself a bit, after seeing you left him handcuffed to his bed," She shakes her head.

"That's not a reserve ladylike at all," she sneered.

My stomach falls into my heels as I watch her weighing up my reaction to her information overload.

So she rescued him? When he was bollock n.a.k.e.d, handcuffed to the bed and so that Muxin who come and release him?

What? I thought Assistant Yu who help him.  

Why did I think that? I can't even reflect that far back.