Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

Over the next several days, Zhang Liling continued with her exams, while working diligently in the villa.

She made sure to eat on time, and moreso, there were some healthy snacks and drinks that were made for her occasionally by the Chef.

Knowing who that order must have come from, she felt her heart warm up a bit.

When she was getting full of herself because of the gesture, Mr. Fang noticed and reminded her by himself.

"I don\'t care how your results for the other years has been, but if after feeding you, and you don\'t come out with a first-class... I don\'t think you would want to know what your punishment would be."

Zhang Liling had a clear question mark on her forehead while wondering why he was acting like her father now.

\'No! This is wrong!\' She thought. He was supposed to act like he had her best interest at heart, but not through this method.

It made things feel weird for her.

But some days later, she began to rethink some things. If he was treating her like this, that meant that he cared about her grades, and more about her too.

If she was a normal servant in his house who was still in school, why would he be interested in her grades?

That would be weird right?

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According to the school timetable, tomorrow would be the last day for the final exams, and the students couldn\'t be any happier.

Some of them could no longer wait and had already started jubiliating. But some people like Zhang Liling and Tungmei were different.

This was going to be their last paper, and it was the only opportunity to do their best in their studies.

On this day, the new housekeeper, Ms. Chu, came to serve Zhang Liling breakfast in her bedroom.

Zhang Liling felt so guilty that she hurriedly apologized to her.

"It\'s fine! Everyone understands that you are writing a major exam. You just need to concentrate and finish your exams and get back to work." Ms. Chu said kindly.

"Thank you!" Zhang Liling said gratefully before moving her gaze back to the tray of food.

Before turning to leave, Ms. Chu gave her a kind reminder. "Don\'t forget to read the notes Mr. Fang left for you."

Zhang Liling grumbled within her, but pretended to hear with a smile, and only then did the housekeeper leave her alone.

"What did he write this time around?" Zhang Liling mumbled to herself as she picked up the sticky paper glued to the tray to glance at it.

If Mr. Fang wasn\'t lecturing her this past few days, then he would send her a note to remind her to study properly and get up her grades, and then all the work she would have to get back to immediately she finished her exams.

She was very sure that he told Butler Gu to write the notes himself, because she has had the opportunity to see his handwriting several times on the board while in class, and also, she has peeked at a note he made, and the handwriting looked nothing more like on the note she was getting.

At least, if he wrote the note himself, she wouldn\'t be this annoyed. She even felt burdened.

But all of that was going to stop by tomorrow after she finished her last paper.

With that thought, she munched on her breakfast and cleared the plate at the end.

For the rest of the day, Zhang Liling stayed indoors studying, apart from the time she left her room around evening to clear her mind.

She was really tempted to go out to drink something different apart from the smotthies and other fresh drinks the chef made daily.

But would she try that?

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Still around 5 pm, Mr. Fang was working tirelessly in his office untill Bolin came to remind him about the time.

"Sir, it\'s time to clock off work!" Bolin said while putting down a file on his desk.

Glancing at the table-clock on his desk, Mr. Fang saw the time before shifting his gaze back to him.

"It\'s still early." He said.

If he said it was still early, there was nothing Bolin could do. He only had to take his mind off going back on time for today.

"If you want to go, you can..." Mr. Fang said to him.

He did not notify him that he would be working overtime, so he would allow him to leave if he wanted to.

Bolin smiled and refused the offer. He had no emergency at home, he was single, and he wasn\'t tired, so he wouldn\'t mind joining him to work overtime.

"After tomorrow, so many students from NYU will start applying to work here. There should be a notification for the exact date to start showing their interest. It would take 1-2 weeks for their final grades to be posted, and at least a month before their graduation ceremony."

Bolin\'s brows furrowed slightly as he asked, "What time do you think they should start applying?"

"Once they have seen their grades. They already know the grades we accept, so there would be no need to remind them." Mr. Fang said.

Bolin nodded and left.

Mr. Fang surely had a different way of doing things. Normally, he would not use the students grades to judge their intelligence, because most times, he liked people who were practical.

Having a good grade is not the only means to determine if one was intelligent, and having an average grade did not mean that one was not intelligent.

There were so many ways to test for intelligence.

But the grading system of NYU, made Mr. Fang to relax and pick students based on them, because the process was something he could trust.

Mr. Fang continued working till 2 hours later.

When he was leaving the building with Bolin, the latter asked, "Sir, you mentioned about launching a new scent, which scent would it be based on?"

"My preference." Mr. Fang stated as he trotted towards his car.

Bolin did not seem to get him quite well, and had to chase after him. "Sir, I don\'t understand? Are you going to work on a scent that would suit you? As much as I know, I don\'t think that this is going to be an easy project."

"Who told you that?" Mr. Fang glanced briefly at him. "I just need to be able to recreate Zhang Liling\'s scent, and that\'s it!"

Bolin was so shocked that he just stood at a spot and gawked at him.

What did he mean by that?

Was the next perfume he would be creating, be based on Miss Zhang\'s scent?