“What is this? You two fell in love while you fought?” Jun Yexuan raised an eyebrow.
Qi Feng’s face turned bright red, “You.. what are you saying?! I’m just… curious. Isn’t he your subordinate?”
Jun Yexuan’s cherry lips grinned but the look in his eyes was cold, “He’s an unloyal piece of sh!t. Why would I keep him?”
Qi Feng was surprised at the response and didn’t speak.
Before long, Feng Heng had cleaned himself up and strolled his way over. Behind him were several females in maid uniforms.
One of the maids walked to Qiao Qing, bowed, and smiled respectfully, “Miss, can you please stand up?”
Qiao Qing stood up without knowing why. Then, the maid began to measure her using a cloth ruler.
At the same time, Feng Heng took the magazine from the coffee table and flipped through it, “Qingqing, do you prefer oriental or western style gowns?”
Qiao Qing was taken aback, “You want to make me a tailored gown?”
Feng Heng smiled, “I think it’s better to tailor it to you rather than buying something that’s already out. So I brought you here to get your measurements. Please don’t reject me.”
Jun Yexuan, “…”
Was he being treated like he didn’t exist?
Making a gown for his woman. This was unbearable.
Jun Yexuan snickered coldly, “Qiao Qing and young master Feng have known each other for three years yet you still have to get her measurements. I’m not worried anymore.”
Then, he said to Mu Jinghang, “Call designer Dilain, tell him I want a custom made western-style gown. Height, 170cm, chest, 87.5cm, waist, 51cm, and hip, 82.6cm.”
Mu Jinghang did his best to not laugh. He nodded, “Immediately!”
After hearing Jun Yexuan announce Qiao Qing’s measurements without hesitation, Feng Heng’s face fell.
He couldn’t help but look over to the maid who had just measured Qiao Qing. It was like he was interrogating her with his gaze.
This maid was now sweating because of his stare. She forced out, “Her measurements are basically exactly what he said.”
Feng Heng’s expression turned even uglier. He eyed Qiao Qing but received no response.
He then looked over to Jun Yexuan, “You can guess Qingqing’s measurements with your eyes…”
Jun Yexuan moved around his index finger and smiled, “I don’t have that ability. I measured her myself. More than once. So I know very well.”
Feng Hen was now infuriated and smashed the magazine onto the table, “Jun Yexuan!”
Jun Yexuan was still smiling but there was coldness beneath his eyes, “What is it. You want to fight? I’m down.”
“Enough!” Qiao Qing frowned, “Neither of you needs to spend the time to make a gown. Even if I am going to wear a gown, you think I cannot make one myself?”
After Qiao Qing blurted out, she turned to leave.
“Qingqing, wait for me!” Jun Yexuan stuck his middle finger out at Feng Heng, then left with Qiao Qing.
The maid stared at Feng Heng, whose face was so dark it was about to produce rain, “Sect Leader, do you still want to make the gown?”
Feng Heng responded, “Make it.”
*
After Qiao Qing and Jun Yexuan left the mansion, there was a limited edition Bentley parked outside.
Jun Yexuan grabbed Qiao Qing and tried to get on, “Qingqing, let’s get back.”
Qiao Qing, however, flung his arm off of her, “The entrance exam is over. Isn’t it time for you to leave?”
Jun Yexuan’s face froze, “You’re trying to shoo me away again?”
Qiao Qing said, “You shouldn’t be here.”
Jun Yexuan stepped forward and trapped her between the car and his chest, “I asked, are you trying to shoo me away again?”
Mu Jinghang cursed silently and ran up to grab Jun Yexuan, “Third bro, third bro, don’t get too emotional! Let’s talk it out peacefully!”
“F*ck off!” Jun Yexuan threw him a frigid glare. His stare startled Mu Jinghang enough to retreat to a corner.
