His Wife Calls The Shots - Chapter 40
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Having sent Tang Qianheng off, Tang Qianmiao turned and started walking back to the house.
As she walked past the front yard of the main tower, she noticed Feng Chuchu heading towards the main living room. She had a servant with her.
Hitching up her long skirt as she walked, she was instructing the servant at the same time, “Be careful with it. Master Yuan Xin spent half a year on this new creation. If you damage it you’ll have a lot to answer for!”
Tang Qianmiao halted and frowned slightly.
Master Yuan Xin’s new creation in the last half a year?
She shook her head and continued walking.
Past the arched gateway, she came into the grounds of Feng Xian’s single apartment. Feng Xian was leaning against the netted fencing of the family-sized basketball court, occasionally throwing a ball for the samoyed to fetch.
The girl stared at his back view for a moment and made a mental calculation that he should probably not be returning to the apartment for a while yet. Hence, she looked away and went into the apartment.
She walked steadily at ease and removed her noise cancellation device. At the same time, she pulled her dark hair back into a ponytail and pulled up the zipper of her jacket. Her actions were swift and decisive.
As she came to the second floor, she activated the camera jamming device in her pocket. Now, even a pinhole camera would be interrupted at once.
This time, she went straight to Feng Xian’s bedroom and entered the bathroom.
The moment she removed the noise reduction device, all sorts of sounds entered her ears. She had to focus her attention on one selected area and listen intently.
There was no change in the situation at the basketball court, so she wasn’t worried.
Thinking this, she quickly turned on the bathroom light and surveyed the area. It looked normal. A series of men’s products, and an overly large bathtub.
Placing her ear close to the nearest wall to her, she paused. Sure enough, something was amiss.
She was quite certainーit wasn’t a solid wall.
Following this, she bent over and put her ear next to the floor, and listened intently.
It seemed normal towards the front part of the bathroom. However as she moved closer to the bathtub, she heard a soft hollow sound.
Like what one would hear by placing one’s ear next to a seashell.
She started to feel around the bathtub.
Suddenly, her hand came up against something.
A smile broke out across her face.
In the next moment, the smile disappeared as she looked towards the bathroom entrance.
It couldn’t have been timed any worse. Crouching right there was the stunned-looking Feng Can.
They looked at each other in dreaded silence.
One was bent over next to the bathtub, feeling around; the other was crouching just outside the bathroom, with his head peering out through the doorway.
The difference was that, while the bathroom was brightly-lit, only a mellow night-light had been turned on in the bedroom.
No matter which way one looked at it, Feng Can seemed as though he was up to something.
Having been busted, Feng Can pretended to be calm and stood up. “What are you doing?”
Tang Qianmiao regained her composure and got onto her feet unhurriedly.
“Looking for something.”
“You’re looking for something too?”
Tang Qianmiao approached him slowly and a faint smile played on her lips. “Too?”
There was a look of confidence in her eyes. Without any trace of guilt, she naturally was in an advantageous position.
Feng Can had a disdain for lies so he said, “I’m looking for my brother’s car key, why?”
He was aggrieved that everybody in the household but him had their own car.
Given that his brother had so many cars, wasn’t it reasonable for him to want just one to drive around in! Since his brother would not be persuaded or convinced, he had no choice but to find his own way.
“And you? What are you doing in my brother’s bathroom?”
Tang Qianmiao glanced at the doorway and didn’t speak for a moment.
Two seconds later, Feng Xian’s lanky shadow appeared. He stood at the door looking at this scene expressionlessly.
Feng Can had not realized this and continued, “Speak up, what were you doing feeling around my brother’s bathtub?”
Upon hearing this, Feng Xian’s expression deepened and he looked at Tang Qianmiao intently.
The girl shot a look at Feng Xian, then shifted her gaze to Feng Can.
“I was just browsing.”