His Wife Calls The Shots - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The First Meeting in Sheng An Temple

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The man’s tone was as deadpan as his expression. There was no underlying mockery but perhaps that was what made it so jarring.
Because he spoke his mind and he called a spade a spadeーthere was no hidden meaning.
Silently, Qiao Shiwan cringed and thought, that was the end. Her mind raced to think of a way to rescue her son’s image. She turned around and saw how nonchalant and calm Tang Qianmiao was. It looked like she didn’t even take the man’s words to heart.
Wouldn’t a normal girl feel embarrassed or awkward to hear something like that?
The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence. Qiao Shiwan quickly broke this by saying, “This child speaks nonsense, Miao Miao, ignore him. Apart from work, he doesn’t care about anything else. Come, let me show you your room.”
Tang Qianmiao nodded and smiled. As she turned and her gaze brushed past the tall silhouette behind her, the look of amusement deepened in her eyes.
Feng Can did not take his eyes off the girl as she walked up the stairs. He then shook his elder brother by the arm and said, “Big brother, did you see that look in her eyes? She was laughing at you. It looks like she’s not even interested in you.
“Big brother, say something. It’s the first time you’ve been rejected by a girl. Don’t you feel angry at all?”
Feng Xian shot the boy a nonchalant glance and replied, “You have too much time on your hands? Have you finished your homework?”
Feng Can’s expression immediately changed as he grinned, “Big brother, we’ll talk about homework later. Can we talk about buying a caー”
“Not a chance.”
He interrupted the boy coldly, then walked towards the atrium, heading to the next building. As the next building was where his study was, Feng Can did not follow after the man, but continued to pester his father about the car.
The moment Feng Xian entered the arched gate of the courtyard, a middle-aged man from within nodded and greeted him, “Second Young Master.”
This was Feng Xian’s chauffeur, Old Yu, who had served the young man since he was in grade school. He was like a personal butler to the man.
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It was 9.40 pm. Feng Xian had just ended a video conference.
Old Yu brought him a cup of tea and remarked, “Eldest Young Master reported to Old Master today. He said he already has an initial plan for Weiss’s product for the new season. That made Old Master very happy.”
Feng Xian set his teacup down without any hint of expression in his eyes. “Let him be. How about Third Brother?”
“Third Young Master is trying to secure a fragrance designer quickly, he’s still in France.”
This did not draw a reply from Feng Xian. Old Yu turned towards him and realized that he was staring at a string of digits on his cell phone screen.
“Second Young Master, what’s this number?”
Feng Xian replied, “It’s the contact number of Bai Mi’s assistant.”
Old Yu looked happy at once and said, “With Bai Mi’s help, Young Master will successfully secure Weiss very soon.”
“Don’t you see whom this number belongs to?”
At these words, Old Yu’s smile vanished as he peered into the screen. At once, his expression stiffened.
“Isn’t… Isn’t this the number that Old Master gave you last night and said that it was Miss Qianmiao’s contact number? Ahhh… Bai Mi’s assistant is Miss Qianmiao?!”
Feng Xian put his cell phone away and said as he looked out through the window, “I saw her at the auction tonight, her bidding was quite extraordinary.”
Old Yu reminded the man, “Miss Qianmiao is the daughter of Yun Huan. Even though she h stayed at Sheng An Temple for more than ten years, Yun Huan would not let the girl be isolated from the world, so it’s inevitable that she would have passed on her entire network to Miss Qianmiao. Yun Huan herself had a passion for fragrance design and often socialized with the people within that circle. Come to think of it, there would have been opportunities for Miss Qianmiao to get to know Bai Mi.”
Feng Xian looked up, his eyes dark and unfathomable. “You seem to know a lot.”
Old Yu laughed as he bowed his head and replied, “Yun Huan was on good terms with the Old Master. I only learned a little more about her when I was assisting the Old Master.” He thought for a moment and continued, “Actually, Young Master, there’s something I’ve not mentioned.”
“Go ahead.”
Old Yu said, “Six years ago, during the period you were resting in Sheng An Temple, there was a childーa very pretty girl, who delivered the brewed herbal tonic to us every day.”
Before the older man could finish what he was saying, Feng Xian already understood.
There was a hint of something unreadable stirring in his normally-calm eyes.
Lost for a moment in his thought, he seemed to recall in his memory a delicate voice of a girl from six years ago. A cold but crystal clear voiceーit was the only shred of interest in those dull and gloomy days.
“Are you sure it was her?”
Old Yu nodded and affirmed, “There’s no mistake about it. In the entirety of my long life, I had not seen someone so pretty. It can’t be wrong. It was Miss Qianmiao.”
This remark passed through numerous barriers to reach a certain bathroom of the building next door. Tang Qianmiao, who was taking a shower, smiled with amusement as her dazzling eyes lit up.