Chapter 17 (1/2)

Feng Ping knew that Tang family had money, but when she saw the Northern Star Tower, she couldn't help but gasp, how extravagant. Even though she was wealthy as well, seeing a row of Arabic numbers was vastly different from seeing a skysc.r.a.per.

The chauffeur who came to pick her up was not very tall and wore sungla.s.ses, he spoke short sentence and didn't seem to be very interested in her. Feng Ping silently measured him, with his body figure and actions, she was very confident that he was a bodyguard. Tang Jianan instructed a bodyguard to pick her up, probably because he was afraid that she would get hara.s.sed by reporters. If that's the case, then the maid uniform she's wearing was quite useless.

The car entered into the parking garage and she stepped onto the President's exlucsive elevator, going straight to the President's office on the 32nd floor. She followed the bodyguard in, carrying a large dark tote, wearing a maid uniform as well as a knit hat. Her disordered way of dressing herself caused even the three secretaries on the floor to be unable to recognize her, only thinking that she was a servant here to drop something off for Tang Jianan since he hadn't gone home in two days already.

Seeing her clothes, Tang Jianan was stunned and he couldn't help but laugh loudly once the bodyguard was gone, “You actually did it?”

Feng Ping took off her hat, smoothing her hair out, “I'm the most mysterious Cinderella of this century, what's so weird about that?” That was the headline of the one of the newspapers.

Tang Jianan laughed again, his eyes staring at her face.

Feng Ping felt a little uneasy about his stare, “Do I have something on my face?”

He shook his head, “It seems like I underestimated you.”

Feng Ping was startled, “Huh?”

“You look quite normal, you don't look like you were very affected…”

“How should I look then?”

“Finding out that your pictures are plastered on newspapers and TV overnight, under the eyes of tens of thousands of people with everyone gossiping about you, no matter who it is they would still be somewhat affected, but you seem to be…” He was wearing a white dress short, leisurely leaning against his luxurious and s.p.a.cious office desk, using his hands to gesture her body, he stared at her, “You look as if nothing happened, as if you're not affected at all.”

Feng Ping started, “How is that possible? I've been reading the gossip columns the past two days, my heartbeat is faster than normal.”

“Really?” Tang Jianan continued to stare into her eyes, “I've been paying attention to the news too, and no one has been able to figure out your background yet. You're very mysterious, Feng Ping.”

His expression suddenly turned very serious.

Feng Ping always saw Tang Jianan's careless and energetic side, this was the first time seeing such a strict expression on his face. He seemed to have restrained his reckless temperament as his pretty eyes narrowed, giving off a cold feeling.

Her heart trembled slightly, but her face didn't change, “Mr. Tang Jianan, you sure have a lot of guts. You don't even know who your fiancee is and you actually got engaged? You better spit out the nasty words int he beginning, if you regret it later, don't even think about getting back that 8-carat stone…”

Before she could finish, Tang Jianan began to laugh again, “No matter what, you're still a fresh dish for everyone…”

Hearing this, Feng Ping became a little awkward as no one had ever described her like this before, at least not to her face. How rude, but…

“Let me see the evening gown you brought, I'm looking forward to your shocking performance tonight.”

As he spoke, Tang Jianan opened up the bag she brought, seeing a light gray coat and a black wallet with no evening gown in sight.

He raised his eyes to look at her, “I'm definitely not going to bring a maid with me to a banquet, not to mention a maid that is my fiance.”

She lightly patted his shoulders, rea.s.suring him, “If nothing goes wrong, then the evening gown should be here soon.”

Hm? Did she think that the evening gown he bought for her was not good enough? Or did it not fit her? Those were all international brands, from his experience with women, he didn't think he got her measurements wrong so why did she order another evening gown?

Tang Jianan unconsciously aimed his gaze at her chest. Her chest was quite voluptuous, regardless of whether they were fake or not, they were definitely a B-cup, and then her waist, it was definitely no more than 26 inches, and her hips and her legs, her legs were really beautiful, pencil straight and long. The feeling of those legs wrapping around him would definitely be ecstasy…

When his mind suddenly went in that direction, his face turned hot.

Feng Ping saw how he was observing her and his expression didn't look quite right when she kindly told him the truth, “I asked Eryang for an evening gown, it should arrive soon.”

“You have some in your wardrobe…” Tang Jianan drily coughed.

“I'm the spokesperson for Eryang's brand, naturally I have to wear the clothes he designs…”

“When did that happen?” Tang Jianan was still coming out of his daydream so he wasn't able to react fast enough.

“Yesterday when he called to confirm our engagement, we settled this business as well.” Feng Ping blinked at him and laughed, “Hehe, now that my status is different and so many people are paying attention to me, of course, I have to extort some money form him.”