Chapter 11 - When did you change your taste in food?

• Lan Muwei arrived at Yan Chen’s store, where the salesman greeted her warmly and brought her to the basement. She met with Yan Chen, who was wearing dark blue casual clothing and had his hands folded.
• “Where’s the evening gown I wanted?” She spoke immediately and directly.
• Yan Chen was somewhat mystified by her behavior. Every female customer who saw him would always take another look at his clothing, yet this woman whose name he didn’t know didn’t spare him even a second glance.
• Yan Chen gestured to the salesman who understood what he meant. The salesman brought out an evening gown from the closet. Lan Muwei opened her mouth slightly and nodded in satisfaction as she carefully touched the gown with her hand.
• She took out her bank card and mentioned icily, “I’ll be paying with this.”
• She heaved a sigh of relief now that the evening gown had been successfully completed. For her, this recruitment fair was a chance at a new beginning.
• Lan Muwei returned home and carefully placed the evening gown on the table. At this moment, the icy Feng Shihan also returned.
• “This is the clothing that I designed for Mrs. Smith. It was completed using only the best materials. I believe that Mrs. Smith will love it.”
• Lan Muwei pointed at the packaged evening gown on the table as she slowly spoke.
• Feng Shihan opened up the package. His eyes shone with astonishment when he saw that this evening gown was top-class in both design and craftsmanship. However, he didn’t show any expression as he coldly nodded slightly. “Yeah.”
• He really was so icy.
• Lan Muwei couldn’t help but hug herself. She felt that she would need to stay far away from Feng Shihan during winter so that she wouldn’t suffer frostbite.
• The two of them then sat down to eat together. On the dinner table, the food was clearly separated. On her side were foods she loved to eat, while on his side were foods he loved to eat.
• “Su Wan, when did you change your taste in food?” Feng Shihan furrowed his eyebrows slightly as a hint of a sardonic smile crept onto his face. “You want to attract my attention that much?”
• Lan Muwei couldn’t help but mentally roll her eyes. This couldn’t be helped. She just happened to hate Su Wan’s favorite foods. It wasn’t like Lan Muwei was willing to make herself suffer for the sake of pretending to be Su Wan.
• Besides, Feng Shihan was such a narcissist, thinking that she only wanted to attract his attention.
• “It’s not that. I just suddenly wanted to have a change of pace. These foods taste really good as well. I got bored of my previous favorite foods.” Her expression didn’t change as she explained this.
• Feng Shihan’s gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s. His chopsticks paused slightly as he coldly mentioned, “It better be as you say. Don’t waste your time. I won’t look at you for even one moment extra.”
• Lan Muwei sped up her rate of eating. She felt that narcissism was an infectious disease that she needed to stay far away from.
• She swiftly finished eating in just five minutes. She didn’t even wipe her mouth or look back as she hurriedly returned to her room.
• Feng Shihan was rather confused by this. He pushed open her bedroom door and roughly grabbed her wrist as if he was a wild beast who had just been awakened. “Su Wan, just what game are you playing?”
• Recently, Feng Shihan couldn’t help but pay attention to everything that Su Wan had been doing. It was as if he had gotten addicted to drugs. Feng Shihan had always been proud of his self-restraint, yet his self-restraint seemed to have disappeared when it came to her.
• Lan Muwei furrowed her eyebrows and cleverly managed to twist her arm out of his grasp. She smiled flirtatiously as she poked Feng Shihan’s chest. Oh my, she felt that his chest really felt quit nice indeed.
• “Dear husband, did you come to my room because you want to sleep with me?” She slowly moved her face closer to Feng Shihan’s face, but he instantly pushed her away.
• Feng Shihan patted his own suit and had a disgusted expression as he turned around and swiftly left her room.
• “Phew.” Lan Muwei slowly sighed. It really was tiring to pretend to be someone else. She felt like her face had gone stiff from all her acting. She went to bed and soon fell asleep.
• The next morning, Butler Chen knocked on her door. “Miss Su, Mr. Feng told me to bring you an evening gown for yourself. Mrs. Smith will be arriving this afternoon.”
• Although Lan Muwei had been asleep in her dreams, she instantly got out of bed and checked the evening gown even while still bare-footed. The style and materials used were the very best. It seemed that Feng Shihan had also made his own preparations.
• Lan Muwei put on the evening gown. The snow-white gown made her skin seem even whiter and smoother. The design perfectly accentuated her excellent figure.
• Su Wan was originally quite beautiful to begin with. Lan Muwei went and put on some slight makeup and allowed her beautiful black hair to naturally cascade down by itself. She nodded satisfactorily to herself as she walked out of her room. It was now 2 p.m. in the afternoon. She coincidentally ran into Feng Shihan who was right outside her door.
• Lan Muwei frowned slightly as she rubbed her forehead, displeased at the misfortune of seeing him right outside her door. “Let’s go,” she said to him.
• Feng Shihan’s heart started beating slightly quicker. He couldn’t help but admit that Su Wan was indeed incredibly beautiful with just slight makeup. He even felt a little as if he didn’t want to show off Su Wan’s beautiful appearance to others in public.
• Lan Muwei and Feng Shihan held hands with each other as the arrived at the banquet, which was located at Miaosi Hotel. This was a top-class hotel that would require reservations at least one month in advance.
• Lan Muwei calmly looked at the extravagant surroundings of the exquisitely designed hotel. There was no fluctuation in her expression.
• She had previously personally designed part of the hotel’s design. She had been one of the first to witness this hotel being constructed.
• Mrs. Smith was wearing the evening gown that Lan Muwei had designed. The evening gown perfectly accentuated her high-class, elegant, beautiful, generous aura.
• “President Feng, who did this design for my evening gown? I love it so much. It’s as if it was made for me personally.” Mrs. Smith’s expression was delighted as she inquired. ‘Even Eric’s designs aren’t as marvelous as this designer’s,’ she thought to herself, giving this designer sincere praise.
• Feng Shihan glanced at Lan Muwei who still had a calm expression and professional smile. He pushed her forward slightly while saying, “She was the one fully in charge of the evening gown’s design.”
• Mrs. Smith gave her a warm hug while whispering in her ear, “Thank you. I really do love this evening gown so much.”
• Lan Muwei smiled as she blushed slightly. She gently shook her head while commenting, “Mrs. Smith, it’s what I should do. It’s good that you like it.”
• Not far away, an angry and jealous glare was tightly focused on Lan Muwei.
• She sensed this as if a dagger was at her back. Lan Muwei turned around to see Lin Yayu holding a glass of champagne in her hands. Lin Yayu was wearing a sapphire blue evening gown. It was easy to tell even from this distance that the gown’s quality wasn’t very high.
• It would seem that the two hoodlums had yet to contact Lin Yayu. Otherwise, Lin Yayu wouldn’t have appeared at this banquet.
• Lan Muwei smiled slyly and intimately clutched onto Feng Shihan’s arm. She also remembered to gaze at him passionately.
• Feng Shihan was angered by this, but he didn’t act on it at all. Collaborating with Mrs. Smith would be a major project for the Feng Corporation. He couldn’t allow anything to go wrong.
• Lan Muwei sensed the anger burning in his obsidian eyes, yet she wasn’t afraid at all. Since she was already acting, then she would act perfectly.
• She hooked Feng Shihan’s neck, stood up on her tiptoes, and lightly kissed him on the face. Lin Yayu spilled all of the wine in her glass as she watched all of this happen right in front of her.
• She really wanted to go up and give Lan Muwei a vicious beating.
• After the kiss, Lan Muwei also remembered to toss a victorious expression over in Lin Yayu’s expression. Mrs. Smith said enviously, “President Feng, you’re so lucky to have such a cute wife.”
• Lan Muwei smiled gently, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and spoke while ignoring Feng Shihan’s icy-cold gaze. “Mrs. Smith, no need to praise me like that.”
• Right after she said this, a female voice spoke up from behind her. “Wanwan, may I have the honor of a little competition with you?”