Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 310

I look down at myself and back up to his shocked eyes.

“Shorts,” I answer coolly.

“You mean knickers?” He asks.

I’m grinning again.

“No, I mean a shorts skirt,” I grab the hem on each leg of my denim shorts and pull them up.

“If they were knickers, they’d look like this. Hubby,” I muse.

He gasps a little, still studying the offending my wear.

“Babe, you going to meet My grandfather. So be reasonable and polite,” He advice.

“Hubby,” I sigh.

“I’ve told you. If you want long skirts, then go find someone your own age.” I pull my shorts skirt back down and kneel to tie the laces of my shoes, ignoring the grumbling and bristling emanating from every delicious fibre of my unreasonable man.

“I’d like to strangle you, my lady,” he snaps.

“Why do you do this to me?” He asked.

“Because you’re an unreasonable old man and you need to loosen up. You may be an old man, but I’m only twenty. Stop acting like a caveman. What’ll happen if we go on a honeymoon? How about the sunbath if we go to the beach?” I complained.

“I thought we could go hiking,” He’s the one smirking now.

“I’ll show you how good I am at very extreme sports.” He adds.

I grin at his repeated words from our very first meeting and then jump up to his body, my nose-diving straight into his neck.

“Mhmm..love your smell,” I inhale in his yummy scent as he carries me out to the car, still wearing the mini short skirt.

We pull up at The Mansion, and I’m quickly getting out from my side of the car before being pulled up by Feng Teng at the steps and into the entrance hall. Then I hear the distant hum of chatting from the kitchen and smile when I see Assistant Yu approaching us with a few maids followed behind him.

“Welcome Madam,” Assistant Yu greeting.

I nod at him.

“Where Grandfather? I don’t see his car at his porch,” Feng Teng ask Assistant Yu.

“The grandmaster has a sudden call up from the army base. And he told that he might not to be able to come back here before dinner. So Master and Madam should have lunch and can go back to the town after.” Assistant Yu inform gracefully to Feng Teng.

“Oh, he should tell earlier. Go and get the lunch ready and take to my office, we will be there,” Feng Teng grumbles.

Assistant Yu nods and retreat to the kitchen with the maids followed. Then Feng Teng starts walking direct his office and I try to my steps that are keeping up with him.

As soon as we enter his office room, Feng Teng release my hand and goes straight to his the mini-fridge. He pulls out a bottle of his favourite milk and, immediately unscrews the lid before he drinks it.

Then Assistant Yu comes in the moment and he doesn’t say anything instead of taking a seat on the other side of in front of my husband desk. While mine, I look muses with a smile on my face.

After finishing his gulp, Feng Teng walks casually over to the chair while holding his milk bottle and takes his seat before sighing.

“What’s happening?” he asks Assistant Yu with his milk bottle in his grasp.

“The army has caught the Spy at the based of the marine two days ago. They’ve have transferred to the head office last night. So they need Grandmaster Feng decision to proceed the investigation to the black room. So I have team E to escort the grandmaster,” Assistant Yu tells before shifts in his seat and pulls his phone from his pocket as it ringing.

Then Assistant Yu gesture a permit to answer the call and Feng Teng approve it before puts his phone to his ear before standing and walking over to the balcony.

“You okay?” Feng Teng ask me.

Then I flick my eyes from Assistant Yu back to my great husband and finding his typical concerned look on his face.

“Yes, fine. Don’t worry,” I realise now that I’m still standing near from his office door, so I stride towards his desk and sit myself down in the chair next to Assistant Yu chair.

“You were cute there, so I having a good watched on my husband,” I say.

His milk sips in through his mouth again.

“What about?” He asks coolly.

I smile.

“Nothing much. Relief as I watching you had calm after drinking your run out dearly milk from our penthouse earlier and I’m happy for you now,” I say in relief tone.

He looks down at his milk bottle and rolls his eyes.

“Want some?” He offered.

“No.” My nose wrinkles in distaste, and he laughs, his eyes twinkling, his soft lines springing from his eyes as he screws the lid back to the bottle before settling it on his desk.

Now he has his refill.

“Erm. Hubby. I got a question,” I say.

“Hm. What?” He opens.

“How your friend?”I suddenly ask out for my curiosity.

“Bad I think. He won’t talk any about it. How’s your girlfriend?” He asks back.

“So so too.” I’m not lying, she really doesn’t show anything much.

“Do you know why did she end it?” Feng Teng shoot the question.

I shrug as casually as possible.

“Because of your friend social status maybe,” I’m resisting the urge to sit on my hands.

Plus, I dare not even mention my brother.

“For her, Kevin is not her league to stand to the side by side. It’s probably for the best for them though,”

He nods thoughtfully.

“Do you want to rest in or company me here?” He ask.

I know what answer he wants.

“What are you going to do here?” I ask, eyeing up the piles of paperwork on his desk.

I’ve never seen it so messy, and I know why. No more his PA a.k.a friendly friend.

But I’m not feeling in the slightest bit guilty about it, even if it means desk looks like a bomb’s gone off on it.

He looks at the paperwork, too, and sighs.

“This is what I’ll be doing.” He flicks through one of the piles.

“Why don’t you employ someone else? I ask.

“Babe, it’s not everyone allowed to see every information and details in this high profile file. You have to train someone who you can trust them. So I can’t just call the jobcentre and ask them to send along someone who can type but waiting for the headquarter to choose one for me for the replacement.” He says.

Okay, now I am feeling a little guilty.

He’s right.

We’re talking about people of high society family, a noble people with high powered jobs that has hold the chain of this S city well being.

And Feng Teng has told me that they delve into the history of these people to determine their financial status and their family private history, including any criminal convictions.

I suppose there is a confidentiality issue.

“Maybe, I could help.” I offer reluctantly, even though I wouldn’t have the first idea where to start, but his overwhelmed expression as he scans the masses of paper on his desk is really nudging the guilt.

His eyes fly up.

“Can you?” He asks.

I shrug and grab the first piece of paper I can lay my hands on.

“An hour here and there, I can,” I scan the text in my hands and recoil.

It’s a bank statement.

At least I think it is. The figures on here look more like a private payee that he got from his business project things.

So I glance up at him. He’s grinning.

“We’re very rich, Madam Feng,” He informs.

“Seriously?” I scream in shocked.

“Wifey…” He recoil.

“Ops. I’m sorry, but…”I try to focus on all of the digits but lose my place.

“This sort of stuff shouldn’t be lying on your desk, isn’t it”‘ It has his account numbers on and everything.

“Wait… did your previous look after your payee before?” I ask.

“Yes, she is,” he says quietly.

I bristle. I don’t think trust the woman.

“Do you have any idea how much your money be paid? How much there is?” I place the paperback on his desk.

“Yes, look,” He takes the piece and points at it.

“This is only one of my personal shares paid from the partner company and I have this much and it’s stated to be paid to this bank.” He said.

“So you don’t have just one account? Then you have a few sorts of account from business accounts, savings, company share etc?” I asked in surprises.

He looks a little alarmed and almost irritated.