Ling Mei sighed inwardly for the second time. President Feng was definitely a pain in the ass.
"What happened at the garage was an incident," Ling Mei said.
"It didn't seem like one to me," Feng Zhi countered.
"I can handle my issues, President Feng," she pushed further.
"I don't think so."
Ling Mei was taken aback by his reply. She felt her face heat up without knowing why. This man was truly insufferable.
Wei Chen cleared his throat awkwardly. What was Young Master Feng up to?
"You have to promise you won't tell him," Ling Mei pressed.
Feng Zhi stared at her expressionlessly.
"What if you are attacked again?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her.
Ling Mei smiled reassuringly. "You'll just have to trust me on this, President Feng," she said softly.
Feng Zhi rose from his chair.
"Wei Chen will send you back to your apartment. My doctor will come to administer your treatment. For the meantime, you are to keep a low profile."
With that, he made his way out of the dining hall.
After he left, Ling Mei turned to Wei Chen, who was still surprised at being turned into a personal driver.
"You must be Wei Chen," she said with a beautiful smile.
Wei Chen nodded vigorously. He couldn't believe he was actually having a conversation with the A-list model.
Ling Mei wasted no time asking him to narrate what had happened, and Wei Chen was more than ready to explain.
An hour later, she was dropped off at her condo. After getting safely inside, she immediately dialed Yan Yi's number. Yan Yi picked up at once.
"Come to my condo… and do not even think of calling my grandfather," Ling Mei warned before hanging up. If she stayed on the line any longer, she might tell Yan Yi everything over the phone — and her manager had a big mouth.
Yan Yi boarded a taxi immediately and rushed to Ling Mei's condo. When she arrived, she was shocked to see Ling Mei's left hand bandaged, with red marks scattered across her skin.
"What the hell happened? I called your phone a million times and you weren't picking up! Your grandfather has been so worried. Where have you been? And how did you end up like this?" Yan Yi demanded in shock.
Ling Mei stared at her calmly. She understood the storm of emotions Yan Yi was feeling.
"You have to calm down, Yi Yi," she said gently.
Yan Yi looked at her in disbelief. Calm down? With visible red marks and a bandaged hand? Was she dreaming?
"Who did this?" Yan Yi asked, struggling to contain her anger.
"Well…"
"Jun Xinyi?" Yan Yi cut in.
Ling Mei sighed heavily and sank onto the sofa.
"I knew it. That bitch has been driven mad with jealousy since your debut. I swear I want to skin her alive," Yan Yi muttered furiously.
Ling Mei reached out to hold her hand.
"Your grandfather wouldn't take this lightly. And neither would President Feng—"
"Oh please, don't bring him up," Ling Mei interrupted, clearly irritated.
"Does he know already?" Yan Yi asked, eyes widening.
Ling Mei exhaled slowly. "He carried me out of the garage unconscious. Jun Xinyi managed to escape, but I don't know about the other girls."
Yan Yi nearly screamed.
"Don't tell me you were saved by the legendary Feng Zhi Gang?"
Ling Mei rolled her eyes. She knew exactly where this was going.
"Please don't start, Yan Yi."
"That's a lifetime blessing, Ling Mei," Yan Yi insisted.
"I just want to settle this without my grandfather finding out," Ling Mei said worriedly.
"Wouldn't President Feng—"
"He won't say anything," Ling Mei cut in quickly, though uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Would he really keep his word?
Back at Feng Dynasty, Wei Chen returned to the company after dropping Ling Mei off.
Feng Zhi stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the city skyline.
Wei Chen knocked and entered respectfully.
"The young miss has arrived home safely," he reported.
Feng Zhi nodded without turning around.
Wei Chen hesitated before continuing. "Are we informing Chairman Ling?"
"No," Feng Zhi replied firmly.
"I want you to run a background check on Jun Xinyi — her family, financial capability, endorsement deals. I want everything."
Wei Chen swallowed. "What do you plan on doing, President Feng?"
Feng Zhi's reflection in the glass looked cold.
"Making sure she never walks down a runway again."