Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress-Chapter 270 Sleepyhead

Zhang Mingyu was exhausted.

After a tiring day at work, and a lot of bed exercises at the hotel he booked in the evening, he didn't want any other thing than to fall on his bed and sleep.

With his eyes almost fluttering close, he decided to get this unforeseen argument with his mother over as soon as possible.

"I stopped at the bar to have a few drinks with my friends. Are you happy now?" He said and turned to leave before she could get a hold of him.

Shi Wenqian was displeased with his arrogance and level of disrespect. How could he have the guts to be proud about drinking and returning home late? f𝒓𝗲𝗲𝒘𝑒𝚋ｎoѵ𝒆𝗹.co𝗺

Not just that, but he also walked out on her.

"How do you think you can take the wheels of the Zhang Corp if you still have the time to hang out with those friends of yours that do not have any meaningful impact on you???"

Without stopping in his steps, Zhang Mingyu replied, "I don't think it's your business now. My lifestyle shouldn't be a bother to you. Also, stop questioning me about my whereabouts. I am an adult licensed to do whatever I want."

"What???! Mingyu! What did you say to me?" Shi Wenqian asked angrily as her eyes squinted at his back.

She was so mad with anger that she was literally puffing out smoke from her mouth.

Her son whom she would give anything to has grown wild on her.

Zhang Mingyu completely snubbed his mother and continued in his steps.

He was already tired of her bantering every day.

'No wonder Dad chose to see her less,' he concluded in his head.

Which man can condole living with a woman like her? She really didn't know how to give people a breathing space.

She was so controlling and annoying for wanting to know everything someone was up to in a day.

Zhang Mingyu so wished that her job took her outside of the country so he wouldn't have to face her every day of his life.

That night, Shi Wenqian did not have a good night's sleep as she was bothered by her son's rudeness. If it was Xiaolin that spoke to her that way, she wouldn't have been bothered since she changed her attitude towards her since that incident.

As for Mingyu, he had always been on the neutral after the first few days of that incident, so his outburst and rudeness came off as a surprise to her.

She has always been the one supporting him, but now, it looks like he was also tired of her.

~Fang Bingwen's Villa~

Mr. Fang went straight to bed after freshening up in the bathroom, while Zhang Liling chatted a bit on her phone before going to bed.

She had been happy to step into her closet and see that the mess she had caused earlier was put in order.

Sighing in relief with the knowledge of who must have taken care of her clothes, the corners of her lips curled as she changed out of her puffy dress.

The next morning in the early hours, Fang Bingwen was woken up by his natural call.

As usual, he went to the bathroom first, before leaving his room for his gym room.

When he returned, he went to have a bath, but when he walked into his closet to find something to wear, he saw a hidden compartment inside one of the wardrobes and a memory quickly flashed in his head.

Moving his clothes away to reveal the locked shelf, a soft sigh escaped his lips as he brought his hands to rest on his waist.

His gaze rested on the door handle of the shelf for quite a few moments before he turned around to go back into his room.

A minute later, he returned with his phone placed on his ear.

The volume of the ringing sound from the other contact he was trying to reach was very clear in the background.

With one hand holding his phone, he went to the closet where he usually hung his casual shirts to pick one out with his left hand.

Just as the last ring resounded in his ear, he heard the draggy voice belonging to Zhang Liling as she answered the call.

"Mr. Fang..." She said groggily. Her gaze was dazed as she tried to sit up properly with her phone in her hand.

Obviously, Fang Bingwen's call was the reason her eyes were open by this time.

"Come to my bedroom now."

Knowing that she was half-awake, Mr. Fang hurriedly passed an instruction to her and ended the call.

"Sleepyhead,"

He didn't want to waste both of their time.

Zhang Liling who was feeling like a deflated balloon, sighed as her shoulders slumped.

Her lashes kept fluttering as her lips moved soundlessly. She was still sleepy, yet, she carried her weak body out of the bed and went straight to her bathroom.

Although Mr. Fang had told her to come over immediately, she still had to brush her teeth first.

By the time Zhang Liling appeared in Fang Bingwen's bedroom, he was already fully dressed and sat on the couch in his room waiting for her.

"Mr. Fang, you sent for me." She said, closing the door behind her.

"Come with me," he said rising to his feet, and immediately started leading the way inside his closet.

Zhang Liling shrugged and followed him like a lost cat. It's not like she had that much of a choice.

Walking into his closet, Mr. Fang stopped at the wardrobe that was the only one left open.

Without wasting time, he pushed his clothes aside to reveal the inner closet, then with a turn on the doorknob, he pulled open the closet.

"You said you were looking for your clothes..." He started as his head and half of his body disappeared from Zhang Liling's view. The little woman was but confused by the question as her brows furrowed slightly.

'Does he want to give me new clothes?' she thought to herself.