Power and Wealth Chapter 1685

Chapter 1685

Bag.

Long skirt.

Sweater.

High heels.

Dong Xuebing struggled to bend over and fetched them from under the bed, tossing them onto the bed one by one before straightening up.

"Alright."

"Mm."

"Just 'mm'? No, thank you?"

"Do I owe you thanks, kid?"

"Fine, consider me unlucky today."

Dong Xuebing also sat on the bed, ma.s.saging his sore waist and shoulders. He had exerted a lot of effort pulling Fang Wenping out earlier. With Fang Wenping's not-so-slim weight and the force needed to extract her from under the bed, Dong Xuebing had nearly strained his waist. Moving his waist made creaking sounds, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

Fang Wenping, however, didn't even glance at him. She tightened the towel around her body. Her legs, wrapped in torn stockings, couldn't be covered. She seemed indifferent, even crossing her legs in front of Dong Xuebing. She reached out for her phone, which had its battery removed earlier, snapped it back in, and turned it on. But a call came in just as the phone powered on and the startup music finished playing.

Ring, ring, ring.

Fang Wenping turned her head, "Don't say anything."

"Got it," Dong Xuebing grunted.

Fang Wenping answered the call, "h.e.l.lo, Xiaoling."

Indeed, it was Fang Shuiling calling, and Dong Xuebing could hear her excited voice from the phone next to him.

"Auntie, you finally answered," Fang Shuiling said.

Fang Wenping replied, "Just woke up. What's up, looking for me?"

Fang Shuiling said, "Nothing's wrong. I was just worried about you. n.o.body answered the phone earlier, and it couldn't connect later."

Fang Wenping said, "Oh, the phone had some issues. I dropped it yesterday after drinking too much."

"As long as you're okay. You scared me. I was about to come to your family quarters to find you. I'm almost there, so should I come up?" Fang Shuiling asked.

Fang Wenping frowned, "Don't come."

Fang Shuiling asked suspiciously, "You're not at the family quarters?"

"I am still in bed. I don't want to get up." Fang Wenping glanced at Dong Xuebing and told her phone, "Listen, don't come over."

"Okay then." Fang Shuiling paused for a moment. "By the way, Auntie, yesterday after you drank too much, Brother Ran's brother-in-law took you home. Did you know that?"

Fang Wenping said sternly, "I didn't know."

"It was Brother Dong who took you home." Fang Shuiling especially hoped the two of them could get along. "Look at how good Brother Dong is. Even though you scolded him, he still cared about you when something happened. He didn't leave you alone. Brother Dong is that kind of person, tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He's kind to people. Just get to know him. Besides, you're of a certain age now. Why bother arguing with Brother Dong? You're the elder. Auntie, listen to me. Don't be like that with Brother Dong in the future. You two should communicate well."

Fang Wenping said coldly, "What do I have to communicate with him?"

Dong Xuebing didn't like hearing that. He rolled his eyes at her. "You think I want to communicate with you?"

"But Brother Dong went to great lengths to take you home. Don't you remember his kindness?" Fang Shuiling coaxed, "Auntie if you're like this, I won't like you in the future."

Fang Wenping snorted, "You little brat, always up to something. I haven't settled the score with you about yesterday yet, and you still have the nerve."

"Oh, I'm doing this for your good. You always do things for my good, so I do it for your good, too. This time, I'm doing it for your good. You have to promise me not to quarrel with Brother Dong in the future. Your quarrels make us all uncomfortable. Isn't that right, Auntie? Let's leave it at that, okay? I won't come over. You get some rest."

"This girl," Fang Wenping chuckled helplessly.

"Can you promise me?" Fang Shuiling persisted.

Fang Wenping smiled, "Then promise me with your aunt's words. Your aunt forgives and forgets, won't bother with Dong Xuebing anymore. Hurry up."

There was a sound of agreement from the other end of the phone, "Okay."

"Good girl." Fang Wenping also responded with affection in her voice. "Go busy yourself. Auntie is going to bed. Oh, and stay away from Xie Ran. Do you know the people from the Xie family aren't good? Don't let that little scoundrel take advantage of you. That's it."

"Auntie."

"Hang up."

The call ended.

Fang Wenping dropped the phone, and the affectionate expression on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold and icy expression as she looked at Dong Xuebing.

Dong Xuebing glanced at her. "What?"

"Get me some clothes," Fang Wenping demanded.

"I told you I don't have any. Only my clothes are in the closet. You've seen them. Even if you wear them, they won't fit you. Well, you can wear pajamas," Dong Xuebing said.

Fang Wenping insisted, "You want me to walk around in pajamas?"

"I don't have any other clothes," Dong Xuebing shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me where you go. I'm tired. I'll sleep for a while. You can go wherever you want." With that, Dong Xuebing lay on the bed, pus.h.i.+ng Fang Wenping's clothes and bag to the side. But just a few seconds after lying down, his feet were kicked, and he sat up angrily. "Why are you kicking me?"

Fang Wenping's expression was blank. "Where's the bathroom?"

"In the east room, the one south of the east room. The hot water is already on. Just turn it on," Dong Xuebing lay back down. However, Fang Wenping kicked him again soon after. "What now?"

Fang Wenping commanded, "I'm going to take a shower. Wash my clothes for me."

Dong Xuebing stared, "Why should I wash your clothes for you?"

"I've never washed them before, I don't know how," Fang Wenping said matter-of-factly.

Dong Xuebing didn't believe she had never washed clothes before. "I said you're getting too used to me. Last night, I took care of you for half the night. You even vomited on me, and I didn't ask you to wash my clothes. You don't treat me like an outsider. Are we that close?"

Fang Wenping was even more stubborn, "I twisted my waist and can't wash clothes."

"My waist hurts too," Dong Xuebing turned away, ignoring her.

After a while, Fang Wenping didn't say anything. Dong Xuebing secretly glanced over and saw Fang Wenping grimacing in pain as she walked out as if she had twisted her waist. Underneath the torn stockings, Fang Wenping's beautiful b.u.t.tocks trembled as she left.

Dong Xuebing's heart softened as he looked at her. He glanced at the dirty clothes on the bed, slapped his forehead, and said to Fang Wenping's back, "Just these two pieces of clothing, right?"

Fang Wenping turned around, her face dark. "And underwear."

Dong Xuebing: "You don't mince words with me, do you?"