Ling Mei balled her fists in anger. Hmph. President Feng surely knew how to get on her nerves.
Just a few minutes after he left, three young girls walked in, each holding different items. Her eyes immediately caught the beige-colored outfit one of them carried. Judging from their appearance, they were house workers.
"Good morning, Young Madam. Young Master Feng asked us to help you get ready for breakfast," one of the maids said, bowing slightly.
Ling Mei felt gladdened. He was thoughtful enough to send help — perhaps he wasn't completely inconsiderate after all.
With a faint smile, she nodded, and the girls began their work. In no time, she was fully bathed and dressed. It was quite chilly, so Feng Zhi had instructed the maids to prepare a cardigan and long trousers — something free and comfortable.
The maids led her toward the dining hall. After climbing a series of stairs, they arrived at the spacious living room, with the dining area just adjacent to it.
Feng Zhi sat quietly at the table, having his breakfast.
Ling Mei took the seat opposite him without saying a word. On the table were century egg and lean pork congee, siu mai (pork and shrimp dumplings), fresh fruits, and sweet-scented tea. On Feng Zhi's side sat only a cup of black coffee.
Her stomach rumbled softly, betraying her hunger.
She carefully picked up her chopsticks and began to eat. She didn't eat much, only enough to ease her hunger. Ling Mei had always been a light eater. After a small portion of congee, she settled mostly for fruits and tea.
From across the table, Feng Zhi watched her intently. He couldn't deny it — she looked adorable as she ate.
The servants standing by didn't miss how their young master's gaze lingered on the young madam. Had he woken up on the wrong side of the bed?
Ling Mei soon finished her breakfast. Now she was ready to ask how he had found her — and whether he had her belongings.
Feng Zhi finished his coffee, and the servants quickly cleared the table.
Ling Mei decided to speak first.
"I would like to know how you found me," she said, meeting his eyes directly.
Feng Zhi stared at her calmly. He wasn't much of a storyteller.
"At the garage," he replied curtly.
She frowned, clearly unsatisfied, giving him a look that urged him to continue.
"I went to visit you and found you being beaten in the garage," he added evenly.
Ling Mei stared at him in surprise. Visiting her at the modeling agency would only get those silly models talking and confirm their suspicions that she had powerful backing. She was angry he had come — yet grateful he did. Who knew what might have happened if he hadn't?
"Thank you for saving me," she said sincerely.
Feng Zhi nodded.
A few minutes later, Wei Chen walked in and handed her bag to her. Ling Mei gave a small bow in acknowledgment. This must be his personal assistant.
Wei Chen's gaze briefly fell on her bandaged left hand. Luckily, only her left hand was badly injured; she could still use her right. He handed the bag to her carefully.
Without wasting time, she opened it and pulled out her phone. She wasn't surprised to see more than twenty missed calls from Yan Yi and her grandfather. They must have been terrified.
She slowly raised her head to look at Feng Zhi. She was almost certain he hadn't informed her grandfather she was here.
The last thing she wanted was for Ling Bao to hear about what had happened in the garage. He would stop at nothing to bring Jun Xinyi and her friends down — and that might expose her identity.
Her brows furrowed as she tried to think of a convincing lie.
Feng Zhi watched the rapid change of emotions on her face with quiet amusement. Just moments ago, she had been grateful. Now she looked deeply troubled.
Suddenly, she lifted her head.
"I have to leave," Ling Mei said firmly. "But you must promise me you won't tell my grandfather what happened in the garage."
Feng Zhi stared at her calmly, his expression unreadable.
"And why," he asked coolly, "should I follow your orders?"
Ling Mei sighed inwardly. She had known he wouldn't agree so easily.
"If my grandfather finds out about this incident, he won't let it go," she explained.
"Why should he?" Feng Zhi asked, one brow raised. It didn't make sense to him. Of course chairman Ling wouldn't allow anyone to lay a hand on his favorite granddaughter.