Evening slowly approached, and Ling Mei was getting more tensed by the minute about the date. She had kept herself busy chatting with Yan Yi and also watching some of her TV series. Ling Bao had instructed Yan Yi to prepare a dress and everything she needed for the date.
They finally arrived, and the sky was getting darker. The city was getting more busy. Ling Mei picked up the dress from the table and slipped into it. It was a knee-length halter neck dress, a body-hugging dress with a layered bottom. Soon she was ready, and she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Of course, she looked breathtaking with a little makeup and everything set; she was ready for the date.
She took in a deep breath before walking out of her room. Descending down the stairs, Ling Bao stood waiting for her, a proud smile on his face. "Grandfather," she greeted, trying to sound calm. Ling Bao smiled warmly. "Mei Mei, you look beautiful." With a gentle pat on the back, he led her outside, where a car was already waiting for her.
She bid Ling Bao goodbye before getting into the car and zooming off. Song Min drove carefully as they rode through the busy city roads. They arrived at the restaurant where she was having her date with Feng Zhi.
Ling Mei stood in awe, wondering if this guy was serious, having a date at the seven-star Michelin restaurant? Was this guy serious? This restaurant wasn't for the poor; even she, being an elite, couldn't easily pass through the doors. Making reservations in this restaurant was always hard. She mentally slapped herself, remembering what she was thinking. What was she thinking? This was Feng Zhi they were talking about.
She took graceful steps and approached the entrance door. A beautiful young lady dressed in a suit was waiting at the door. "Good evening, Miss Ling. Please come with me." The lady greeted with a polite smile. Ling Mei nodded in response and gracefully followed the lady inside the suite.
The lady led her to a private suite. "Young Master Feng will be here shortly." Ling Mei smiled, and with that, the lady left the suite. She ran her eyes all over the place, surprised by the luxurious and exquisite design. She smirked; what was Young Master Feng trying to prove?
How unruly of that man; wasn't it supposed to be the man waiting on the lady? But here she sat quietly, waiting on his arrival.
Feng Zhi Gang arrived at the seven-star hotel. The same lady stood waiting for him outside. "Welcome, Young Master Feng." She greeted, head bowed ninety degrees. Feng Zhi Gang walked past her without saying a word, his icy aura commanding attention. He gracefully approached the private suite, all heads turning in his direction. He walked past with an icy aura.
He gently opened the door to the private suite and got in. Ling Mei was busy on her phone, chatting with Yan Yi. She was sharing photos of the suite with Yan Yi and didn't hear when he walked in. He stood with an expressionless face, quietly observing her.
"Miss Lin," he called in his husky, cold voice. Ling Mei was jolted back to the present. She sat with a numbed expression as she stared blankly at him.
Ling Mei couldn't take her eyes off his well-sculpted face. Truly, Young Master Feng was a handsome specimen. She quickly regained herself and flashed a warm smile at him. "President Feng."
Feng Zhi nodded in response and took his seat opposite her. Ling Mei sat patiently, waiting for him to apologize for coming late. But they sat quietly for more than five minutes, and he didn't look like someone who was planning to apologize.
She slightly cleared her throat; the moment was becoming too awkward with both of them being so quiet. Feng Zhi Gang suddenly spoke. "You should place an order, Miss Lin. They serve really nice Western cuisine."
Ling Mei gently nodded and pressed the button on the table. Two waiters quickly rushed in to attend to them. After placing their orders, the food arrived in no time, and they took their time enjoying the meal.
"I guess you know the reason why we are here, Miss Ling," Feng Zhi suddenly asked, cutting through the silence.
Ling Mei cleared her throat. "Of course, President Feng. We are here on a date."
Feng Zhi stared at her with slight displeasure, expecting a different answer. "We shouldn't waste our time on this. Let's fix a date to get married."
Ling Mei held her cutlery in mid-air, shocked. Did he just say get married? When did she ever agree to marry him? She turned her eyes to face him. "Excuse me, President Feng. I think you're getting something wrong."
Feng Zhi threw her an unreadable look. "We are getting married... you should know that by now."
Ling Mei sat with a flabbergasted look, wondering what in the world Feng Zhi was talking about. Feng Zhi was already getting irritated at her feigned surprise, hating it when ladies acted coy in his presence.
"Let's get married," he said in his husky, cold voice.
Ling Mei was already getting angry and fired up. Who did he think he was, suddenly proposing marriage to a lady he just met a few minutes ago?
"President Feng... I am not getting married to you!" Ling Mei suddenly rejested his proposal with a calm look.
Feng Zhi stared at her in surprise and slight amusement. Wait, was he being amused at the lady who outrightly rejected him?
She cleaned her hands with a napkin and stood up, picking her purse. Feng Zhi's eyes caught her slender waist and well-refined hips, and he smirked coldly.
"Good day, President Feng. It was nice having a date with you," Ling Mei said haughtily and made her way out of the private suite.
She placed her hands on her chest and exhaled heavily; this was the worst date ever. Just then, she heard a familiar voice call her.
"Ling Mei."
She turned, facing the person, and felt nothing but repulse when her eyes met with Ling Li. Just then, Feng Zhi stepped out from the private suite, standing directly behind her.
"Young Master Feng."
Ling Li whispered in horror. What the hell was going on here?