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Chapter 13 - Bolin's sweet-talking skills

From his doctor friend's hospital, Mr. Fang went straight to see his new Villa, and thanks to the drug he took, he seemed so much better.

Standing before the majestic modern-day villa accosted with white-coloured paint after a good color screeding was done, one could feel at home at first sight.

This was not your regular kind of building, but it was 100% to Mr. Fang's taste because he is the architect.

Stepping out of the car, Mr. Fang gazed at the building with a calm gaze before stepping forward with his hands in his pockets.

The manager and his team knowing he was coming, were already prepared to welcome him by doubling their efforts in making quick progress with installing the cabinets and taking care of the interior decors.

The manager came forward with a big smile on his face to welcome Mr. Fang and show him around.

Walking into the house, the trio passed the first sitting room and went straight into the living room. From talking about the furniture setting and position of things in there, they went into the kitchen and then went straight to check out the other rooms in the house.

As the manager brought him to the master bedroom, Mr. Fang took a good glance around. He walked into the closet and checked the bathroom out before turning to Bolin, "Deliver the incense before you pick me up tomorrow morning."

The manager heard this and immediately stepped forward with a fawning smile, "Mr. Fang, is there a particular place you want us to place them?"

Mr. Fang glanced at him with his hands in his pocket, "My assistant will show you where to put them."

'buzz-buzz… buzz buzz the sound of the phone ringing attracted the attention of the 3 men in the room.

Bolin could feel the vibration on his body as Mr. Fang and the manager shifted their attention to him. "Answer it!" Mr. Fang said while gesturing with a nod.

Bolin apologized before taking out his phone from the front pocket of his pants. He checked the screen before quickly making eye contact with him.

"It's your grandmother." He announced while flashing his phone screen to him.

Mr. Fang glanced briefly at his phone screen before shifting his gaze away. "When is the gym equipment coming in?" He asked the manager while leading the way out.

The manager quickly followed after him, leaving only Bolin in the room.

Bolin released a deep sigh before taking the call. He briskly greeted the old lady politely and replied to all her questions.

"Where is Bingwen? I've been trying his number, but it's not connecting. Did he block me?" The old lady asked from the end of the phone.

Her tone sounded soft and aged, but was laced with grace. There was this calmness that came with it.

Bolin heard that and was quick to clear the misconception, "No old lady, it's a misunderstanding. Mr. Fang is not available at the moment as he is swamped with work, but I can help to pass your message to him."

"Tell him to come and visit me, and there will be no marriage talks this time around either. If he doesn't come, I will come over instead. I heard he is moving into his new villa soon, what's the address. I will come over once he has settled in."

Bolin was thinking about how the old lady found out about her grandson moving houses and was almost distracted from the call.

There was no way he would give Mr. Fang's address to her, no matter their relationship. If he does that without his permission, he would be as good as fired.

At last, he managed to sweet-talk the old lady into agreeing to part for the time being, without revealing any further information to her.

Bolin released a deep sigh of relief after the call ended. His Boss's grandmother could be difficult to deal with most times. Sometimes, she would ask him if he was lying to her, and thought she was muddleheaded because of her age.

During those special times, Bolin would implore all his knowledge into placating her.

'Did he actually block her?' Bolin gave the earlier conversation a second thought before going to meet Mr. Fang and the manager in the gym room.

Bolin did not talk about the details of the call till they set off for the company in the car they came with.

"Make sure she doesn't find out my new address." Mr. Fang instructed with a serious gaze. He didn't need anyone disturbing him at the times he wanted to be alone. He wanted his privacy.

Boling looked conflicted as he made him aware that he couldn't keep it away from her for long. "…the old lady will eventually find out, so I suggest you return her calls and give her a date."

It wasn't possible to keep that information away from the old lady for long, because she was capable of finding out, just like any member of the Fang family who had their ways.

Mr. Fang just stared at him wordlessly before shifting his gaze to the car's window. "Remind me to call after I have settled down in the villa."

Bolin sighed in relief that he no longer had to be on tenterhooks whenever he got the old lady's call.

"Get me a butler and a housekeeper," Mr. Fang said, and before Bolin could ask for the employment requirement, he continued, "I need people who can do a good job, I don't care about their age. Make sure you don't get anyone from my family."

Mr. Fang didn't want any servant from his family to come work for him. He didn't want anyone putting eyes on his privacy, and recruiting servants from his family would cause him trouble.

It was better to avoid troubles before time.

Bolin understood the assignment and replied, "Do you have any special instruction for the rules while I draft out the contracts?"

"Let me see what you have first." Mr. Fang replied.

At the Zhang Villa, Zhang Liling was woken up by a servant, and before she could open her eyes properly, the drip connected to her veins was already gone.

Rubbing her eyes gently after managing to sit up on the bed, she heard a piece of surprising news from the servant.

"Miss, everyone is at the dining table, and your father is asking for you."

'Father? Is that man back?' Zhang Liling thought in surprise.