How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 25: Can Only Be the Male Mistress

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Can Only Be the Male Mistress

Fang Anning walked home uneasily after school.

Mrs. Chen greeted her, and Fang Anning quickly asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. He at home?"

"Not yet back," Mrs. Chen replied.

Fang Anning breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Mrs. Chen added, "However, Young Mr. Feng is here."

Fang Anning frowned.

At that moment, Liao Hanfeng rushed over, pointing at Fang Anning’s nose and accusing, "You shameless woman, did you force a kiss on Young Mr. He?"

"Did you find out so quickly? Did He Tingchen tell you?" Fang Anning asked in surprise.

Liao Hanfeng said angrily, "Don’t worry about who told me. I’m asking you, did you force a kiss on Young Mr. He? You’re too much. How dare you do such a thing to him?"

Fang Anning’s eyes curved, and she smilingly said, "I did that to him because I like him. You like him too, you can do it as well! I don’t mind competing fairly with you, but I’m already his wife. You, even if you somehow get into a position, you can only be a male mistress."

After saying that, she smiled and waited for Liao Hanfeng to explode in anger.

However, Liao Hanfeng just widened his eyes, and instead of exploding, he looked behind her in horror.

Fang Anning had a bad feeling and stiffly turned her head around.

Indeed.

She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and wished she could just disappear into a crack in the ground.

Unbeknownst to her, He Tingchen had returned and was standing behind her.

And moreover, his expression was very unpleasant. It was evident that he had heard everything she had just said.

"Young Mr. He, you’re back. Did you hear what this woman just said? It’s abhorrent, you should just throw her out..."

"Get out."

"Yes."

Liao Hanfeng didn’t finish his complaint and rolled away smoothly under He Tingchen’s rebuke.

Though before leaving, he glared fiercely at Fang Anning, warning her with his gaze that she was doomed.

Fang Anning felt doomed too.

She instinctively touched her neck.

She felt that her fragile neck, if tortured again, would definitely be broken.

"You, come upstairs with me."

He Tingchen looked at Fang Anning and said coldly.

Frightened, Fang Anning shivered and looked up at him in terror.

Wasn’t the space downstairs big enough for him to murder someone? Why must he take her upstairs?

"What are you dazing at, so stupid," He Tingchen said as he passed by her and knocked her on the head.

"Painful."

Fang Anning immediately covered her head.

Actually, it wasn’t that painful.

But because of the psychological fear, physical panic took over, making it feel more painful.

He Tingchen disregarded her and went upstairs.

Fang Anning stood still until Mrs. Chen pushed her, reminding her, "Mr. He asked you to go upstairs with him, hurry up."

She then came to her senses, pursed her lips, and went upstairs reluctantly.

Fortune or disaster, if it’s disaster, one can’t escape it.

If He Tingchen truly intended to kill her, there was no escape. Hence, hesitating was pointless!

"Do you like me?"

He Tingchen entered the room and sat on the sofa, looking at her with cold eyes as she walked in.

Fang Anning trembled with fright, instinctively wanting to deny it.

How dare she like him?

It’s not like she’s too fond of living!

However, seeing his stern gaze, she couldn’t help but swallow those words back.

Her eyes flickered as her mind raced.

From his visit to the school today to his reaction upon entering the door and hearing those words.

She analyzed bit by bit and eventually came to a suspicious conclusion.

"Yes, I like you." Fang Anning lowered her head in admission.

After saying that, she sneakily raised her eyes to gauge his reaction.

Regrettably, the man showed no expression at all, not even a slightest reaction.

Even his gaze was utterly undisturbed.

As if her acknowledgment had no effect on him.

Fang Anning’s heart slowly sank.

Could it be that she had gambled wrong?

"You may like me, but you must behave to be qualified to like me."

Finally, the man slowly spoke, coldly instructing her.

Fang Anning immediately sighed in relief, thankful that she had won her gamble.

"Yes, I know. I will be good, very very good," Fang Anning swore, raising her hand.

"Let’s go down for dinner," He Tingchen stood up.

Fang Anning immediately nodded, turned around, and quickly ran downstairs.

Staying alone with him any longer, she would surely suffocate.

Thankfully, she escaped yet another disaster.

"Wife, are you alright?"

After going downstairs, Mrs. Chen quickly asked her with concern.

Fang Anning proudly said: "Of course I’m fine, thankfully I am clever. Only I can appease your master."

"That’s true, the previous four couldn’t handle it, so they didn’t have this blessing," Mrs. Chen said.

Fang Anning forced a smile.

Not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse.

Perhaps, the previous four thought about dying early to be liberated.

Only she, still having attachments, had to continually match wits with the great devil, struggling painfully to survive.

When dining, He Tingchen was very quiet.

Fang Anning secretly glanced at him a few times, wanting to ask if he would still allow her to continue school.

But she dared not ask.

In the end, she gave up!

If he doesn’t say anything, she’ll just continue going to school. As long as the school doesn’t expel her, it means he hasn’t asked her to drop out.

With this decision made, her heart felt more at ease. Even her appetite improved, and after finishing her meal, she passed her bowl to Mrs. Chen, asking for another half a bowl of rice.

"Put it down, stop eating."

He Tingchen put down his chopsticks and coldly commanded Fang Anning.

Fang Anning said aggrievedly, "But I’m not full yet."

"You are full," the man said.

Fang Anning pouted and could only put down her utensils.

At that moment, someone rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Chen hurriedly went to open the door, and soon, a few people carrying boxes entered. They were the makeup team that styled her last time.

Upon seeing He Tingchen, they immediately greeted him respectfully.

He Tingchen coldly nodded and pointed at Fang Anning, saying, "Help her with makeup, make it gentle."

The team agreed and immediately came over to Fang Anning, pulled her up from her chair,

and took her to a room on the second floor.

Fang Anning, living here, didn’t know that an additional large room had appeared.

And it was filled with her clothes, shoes, and a makeup table.

Previously, Mrs. Chen had mentioned that the man instructed them to prepare a dressing room for her.

She thought he was just saying it casually, but he really did it.

Looking at the dressing room that was almost a hundred square meters, she was flustered.

Since he was so extravagant, why not add a bed to her bedroom instead of letting her endure sleeping on the couch?

"Mrs. He, which gown do you like?"

Xiao A from the styling team selected four gowns that suited her and let her choose.

Fang Anning looked and pointed at a black one, saying, "This one!"

"That won’t work." The team leader, Zhu Li, refuted, "Mr. He said he wants Mrs. He to look gentle. Black is too somber; I think this pink one is quite nice."

Fang Anning pouted, since the choices were already made, why ask her?

She liked black, cold yet elegant.

She was not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who liked pink colors.

"Mrs. He, Mr. He likes it," Zhu Li reminded her with a smile.

"Then pink it is! What the master likes is most important," Fang Anning obediently nodded.