Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 318 - 321 What do you want me to do?

Chapter 318: Chapter 321 What do you want me to do?

Chapter 321 What do you want me to do?

Time flew by quickly, and before I knew it, three days had passed.

During these three days, Lin Zifeng’s daily routine, aside from making his report at the station, was accompanying the boss on shopping trips. Each time Su Ni called him to report to the station, Lin Zifeng would feel incredibly vexed.

It was nothing more than being questioned about where he had been the night Nangong Bing was kidnapped three days ago. And yet, past three days, he consistently claimed ignorance!

Moreover, Nangong Bing herself seemed reluctant to discuss the incident, especially when the police came to inquire how she got back that night—Nangong Bing’s reply was astonishingly simple: "I don’t know." And nobody could do anything about her.

After all, Nangong Bing’s social connections in Zhonghai City were quite extensive—what’s not to give her some face?

And Nangong Bing herself was well aware that she wanted to downplay this incident as much as possible, since she surmised the unknown presence, the man with the bronze mask, might have saved her again, and thus, she had no interest in magnifying the situation.

During these three days, Lin Zifeng also felt quite frustrated; following the boss around shopping every day was truly a pain. Women are born with the ability to shop—it’s a well-known fact. For a man to accompany her shopping was indeed a tiresome task for Lin Zifeng.

"Lin Zifeng, come here!"

In front of a well-known counter in the shopping mall, Nangong Bing, with a trace of blush on her celestial beauty, was wearing sunglasses and dressed in the Korean-inspired office lady Queen style. Her slender hands had picked through countless pieces of clothing before finally settling on one that gave her some satisfaction.

"What is it, boss?" He, who had been hiding in the dressing room smoking, hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette butt and scampered over with a sycophantic smile on his face.

Nangong Bing, appearing quite pleased with Lin Zifeng’s attitude when speaking to her, slowly took off her sunglasses and handed them to him. Her fair and smooth wrists remained so in the sweltering heat, which made Lin Zifeng take a few more glances.

"What do you think of this shirt?" Nangong Bing asked, holding up a black shirt with a hint of lace trim.

"Hmm, I think you, boss, shouldn’t always wear shirt-style designs. You could change your style. Wearing professional office lady attire all the time, you must be tired of it—I know I am," Lin Zifeng shook his head, feeling that Nangong Bing indeed had a lack of insight when it came to fashion choices.

"This shirt isn’t good-looking?" Seeing Lin Zifeng shake his head and critique, Nangong Bing wasn’t angered. She pursed her lips, and then picked out another white, fitted shirt to hold up in front of him and asked with a light laugh, "What about this one?" Nangong Bing spoke, her beautiful face appearing cooler in the scorching heat than an ice pop, especially to a nearby couple. As the wife, having coaxed and cajoled her husband into going shopping for clothes, spotted Nangong Bing choosing garments, the slobber in her husband’s mouth was nearly sprayed out.

"Honey, what do you think about me in this outfit? Does it show off my figure?" It was payday today, and after some sweet-talking, she had rarely managed to get her husband out shopping to buy some clothes. They hadn’t been in the store for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea when she realized her husband’s attention was no longer on her.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you looking at? I’m talking to you?"

The woman yanked her husband’s chin over, her eyes glaring with the air of a disgruntled wife.

"Ah! What?" The man said in a fluster.

"I’m asking you, how do I look in this outfit? Does it flatter my figure? Don’t be silent now and then criticize later tonight, saying this isn’t good, that isn’t good, looking at something that doesn’t make for a conversation."

"Tssk tssk tssk! This is a public place; will you die if you keep your voice down?"

The man’s body mass in comparison to a woman’s was simply not on the same level. Perhaps those years of being squeezed dry by women had taken its toll; his eyes, deeply set in their sockets, scolded the woman angrily.

"Glad you understand. Now tell me, what do you think of this shirt?" The woman held up the brand-name casual top against her slightly plump figure.

"Looks good, looks good. Isn’t that enough?" While the man spoke these words, his eyes drifted towards Nangong Bing, completely ignoring his wife, who resembled Bajie.

"That’s more like it. Miss, wrap this up for me; I’ll take it."

What are men for? They’re like ATMs at crucial moments—stretch your hand out when you’re out of cash.

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"Bingbing, I’m not trying to criticize you, but how come it seems like all you ever pick is shirts? Can’t you mix it up a bit?" Lin Zifeng was completely dumbfounded by Nangong Bing’s taste, which seemed distinctly unimpressive when it came to fashion—it was always shirts, with little variety or innovation.

"What about this one?" Nangong Bing didn’t even know when her temper had changed, but under Lin Zifeng’s nitpicking, she didn’t fly off the handle? That wasn’t very scientific!

"This one won’t do either, too bland." Lin Zifeng gave his opinion.

"And this?"

"No, no, too old-fashioned."

"What about this one? This should be okay, right? It’s neither old-fashioned nor bland."

"You know, Bingbing, when you were managing Tianyu, did you also use this kind of discernment and taste?" Lin Zifeng’s disapproval grew.

"Hey hey hey! What kind of way is that to talk? Hey, Mr. Lin, don’t think that just because I’ve let you accompany me these past few days, I’m grateful. I’m telling you, don’t provoke me. If you tick me off, you’re going to regret it." Finally, Nangong Bing couldn’t take it anymore. Holding the clothes in her hand, she propped her hands on her tender waist, ready to question him with her stance.

"Uh... Bingbing, aren’t you intentionally messing with me? You ask me to be your mentor and then you don’t let me critique? What am I here for then? You might as well stay here; I’m going home to catch some sleep."

"You wouldn’t dare! So you’re chickening out when it’s time to get serious, huh? Don’t forget, Mr. Lin, I’m the one who’s paying you. I’m the boss; you have to listen to me! Without my order, you can’t leave my side even for a moment!"

Damn! You really can’t spoil women; the more you do, the more entitled they become.

Lin Zifeng truly regretted returning to his home country. Why did he have to come back and find this cheap wife of his? Look at him now—caught in Nangong Shui’s old trick, progressing from security guard to assistant, then from assistant to bodyguard, and now, from bodyguard to nanny. What kind of situation is this?

"Oh my God! So all this time you’ve been praising someone else’s beauty!" At that moment, the animal who had been stealthily watching Nangong Bing from the sales counter was finally caught red-handed by his wife.