Chapter 132 Annoying Pest
Watching her captivating demeanor, Lin Zifeng could only continue to stare dumbfounded, as God only knew what she was thinking.
"Come on, this is the beef I personally picked out for you at the market this morning. Try it while it’s hot, maybe you’ll taste my skills, and perhaps even my kindness."
Mu Yang personally placed a piece of fresh beef into Lin Zifeng’s bowl. Although the beef didn’t look very appealing, its aroma was irresistibly enticing.
Lin Zifeng was only focused on burying his head in his meal. After all, Mu Yang was showing him such affection, which was admittedly quite frustrating.
"Thank you," Lin Zifeng replied and continued to eat without paying attention to Mu Yang’s seductive and ambiguous glances.
"Thanks for what? There’s no need for thanks between the two of us, it would be too formal."
"Er, hehe, Manager Mu, why do I feel like I’ve fallen into a trap coming to your place for dinner? In the middle of the night, you bought beef beforehand, and now you’re making beef for me. You couldn’t possibly have taken a liking to me, could you?" Lin Zifeng half-joked.
The moment he said this, Mu Yang was momentarily taken aback.
"Haha... Has anyone ever told you that you’re really full of yourself?"
"No, no one has called me conceited, they all compliment me on my good looks," Lin Zifeng said sincerely.
"Haha... You’re hilarious, you almost killed me with laughter. Is this meal not enough to shut you up? Who do you think I, Mu Yang, am? You should go out and inquire, me take a liking to you? You’re really too funny."
"Indeed, how could someone like me ever catch your eye, plus I have a wife at home. Even if you, Manager Mu, were to have no taste or extremely peculiar tastes, you couldn’t possibly fancy me. It seems, alas, I, Lin Zifeng, have been vain once again. But it’s alright, I have no other faults or features; my only trait is my thick skin."
"Eat your food and stop talking nonsense with me."
Mu Yang gave him a deep and long look, furrowing her brows as if she wanted to voice something.
"Say it, if you’ve got something to say, just spit it out. I’m not very fond of playing guessing games with others." Not needing to guess, Lin Zifeng knew what Mu Yang was thinking and decided to confront it head-on.
"Alright, you’re indeed straightforward. With just one look in my eyes, you’re able to guess what’s in my heart."
"That’s not it at all. Your gaze would make anyone uncomfortable, so it’s definitely easy to guess."
"What I want to ask is, do you have a wife? Tell me, speak truthfully, don’t beat around the bush with me. And don’t question my abilities—if I really wanted to find out whether you have a wife, I reckon I could manage that."
"Yes! I have a wife." Lin Zifeng admitted candidly, "I’ve already told you before – I have a wife. You just didn’t believe me. What else can I do?" Lin Zifeng waved his hand dismissively.
"And my wife is so beautiful, not only does she have the figure, but she also has the looks, and what’s more, she’s aspiring and young. Countless men are infatuated with her, and yet, she ended up in my hands, hehe."
"Oh? You praise your wife so highly, so tell me, what’s your wife’s name? How old is she now? Which company does she have a high position in?"
"Er, do you need to ask so detailed?" Lin Zifeng’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected this woman to probe so deeply into another’s affairs; what, did she want to have a relationship with him? Damn! I’m still a pure and naive virgin. Even if you strip my pants off, I wouldn’t submit.
"Go on, I’m quite curious to know just what kind of magic power your wife possesses to have subdued you." Mu Yang didn’t seem in a hurry, calmly wearing him down.
"This, this..." Lin Zifeng stuttered, obviously unable to say his wife was Nangong Bing. Otherwise, not only would she not believe him, she would think he was a lunatic.
"Can’t say it, can you? I knew you were lying to me."
"No, my wife is Nangong Bing from the Tianyu Group, believe me?" Lin Zifeng finally played his trump card, staring with two innocuous eyes at Mu Yang, who continued to laugh merrily.
"Giggle, you’re so funny! Why, of all people, would you claim President Nangong is your wife?"
Upon hearing that Lin Zifeng’s wife was Nangong Bing, even if Mu Yang had no brains, she wouldn’t believe it to her dying breath. Who on earth was Nangong Bing? She was the famously icy beauty of Zhonghai City, with a sea of suitors from wealthy and distinguished families in Yanjing, Zhonghai, Jiangzhou... And you, a mere security guard, dare to claim Nangong Bing as your wife?
Isn’t this guy hilarious?
Besides, out of all the people you could have mentioned, why pick Nangong Bing? Isn’t that just absurd?
Looking at Mu Yang’s tender and charming demeanor, Lin Zifeng felt quite helpless. See, no one believes the truth.
Meanwhile, on the other end, Nangong Bing had finally exerted a Herculean effort to calm her father down, insisting that no one could be told about her being engaged, for if it got out, what an uproar it would create.
"Bingbing, are we being too heartless here? After all, the man’s father is my benefactor! Doing this... isn’t quite right, is it?"
Nangong Shui’s aged face was all twisted up like a piece of white paper.
After all that trouble, he had thought Lin Zifeng had won over his precious daughter, but instead, her impression of him had gotten even worse.
"Uncle, what are you two whispering about? All secretive?"
Hua Buqi, the Lolita-like girl, was holding an apple almost half the size of her face, biting into it with an innocent expression.
It was as if the whole world knew what was going on, except for her.
"Oh! No, nothing, Huahua. I’m just discussing with your uncle where to go for dinner tonight, we’re about to decide."
Fearing that Huahua would find out about her business with Lin Zifeng, Nangong Bing had almost always concealed the truth, stating that Lin Zifeng was just her bodyguard.
"Dinner, wow? That’s great, I’m starving!"
Hua Buqi’s face beamed with excitement, pure innocence radiating from her.
"That... Huahua, where is he?"
Although Nangong Shui was renowned for his unique business acumen, he could drop his pride when dealing with family, his tone always carrying a trace of indulgence.
"Him? Uncle, are you talking about that annoying guy?"
"Er... yeah, that’s him!"
Nangong Shui felt a wave of embarrassment, not expecting this man to have become a dislikable character in the mouths of the two women. Was he really that annoying?
"That... Huahua, could you give him a call and ask him to come back?"
Nangong Shui wore a kind expression, his tone particularly gentle, sounding just like an elder treating a child.