Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

"You are right, you have to be prudent with your resources, but what about I that got these flowers despite knowing that he may not take them?" Zhang Liling said while putting the bouquet on her desk.

"Well, we two are trying to be polite. It will be weird if we are the only ones who doesn't bring anything." Tungmei pointed out.

"You are smart," Zhang Liling said as her thoughts trailed off.

She took some moment to glance at all the students in the hall with flowers, or any other item to gift Mr. Fang and couldn't help being worried.

She just recalled that Mr. Fang was sensitive to smell, wouldn't all these irritate him?

Maybe it wouldn't affect him since he would be standing on the stage, still, it was possible for him to be affected.

Given the number of people in the room with flowers and other things, she couldn't phantom if he wouldn't be affected.

Well, even if she was worried, there was nothing she can do to help. She was already happy that no one has gotten the idea to place the flowers on the foot of the podium yet, or the situation would be far worse.

Now, she would have to wait and see how he gets out of the current situation.

Today, Mr. Fang was accompanied to NYU by Bolin and a few bodyguards.

On their way, Mr. Fang asked Bolin, "Do you think those students would try to do anything funny?"

Bolin understood what he meant by 'funny' and smiled. "You should be one of their favourite teachers even though you are very strict with them, but they will buy you gifts and flowers today."

"Flowers? I don't see those as gifts. Maybe they are trying to suffocate me to death," Mr. Fang said and looked out through the window.

"But don't worry," Bolin said as he turned his head to have a good glance at him. "I have a mask here for your nose. But I suggest that you still take a few more pills, we are already at the gates of NYU."

At that reminder, Mr. Fang quickly opened the pigeon hole beside him to take out the familiar bottle of meds. He opened the plastic container and took out 2 pills, despite having taken 2 in the morning.

​ While he was at it, Bolin helped him to uncap a bottle of room temperature water, before passing it to him. "Here you go, Sir."

Mr. Fang put the pills in his mouth before accepting the water from him. He only took a few sips before passing the bottle back to him, and in turn, taking the handkerchief he passed to him to wipe his lips.

At NYU, Mr. Fang took the black nose mask from him and covered his nose with it before alighting from the car.

Anyone who saw him now wouldn't be able to recognize him if Bolin was not with him, or if they were not familiar with his body build.

"Sir, are we following you to the lecture hall?" Bolin asked for confirmation.

Mr. Fang shifted his gaze to him and said, "All of you are coming with me. You will wait outside till I'm done with my class. Reject all the gifts if I turn them down if they come to you. I have to leave for the company as soon as I'm done with this class, don't let anyone near me!"

"Sir, you have a meeting with the President of NYU and his deputies a few minutes after this class," Bolin reminded him kindly.

Mr. Fang gave him a sharp look as if blaming him for not reminding him earlier.

Boling bowed slightly in apology and watched him walk away before following him, after giving signs to the bodyguards to come along.

He could imagine the students trying to follow Mr. Fang immediately after this class. That would be crazy...

Here comes Mr. Fang....

As soon as he arrived, even without seeing his whole face and having time to crush on his outfits, the students screamed excitedly and started cheering in loud voices.

It looks like they didn't care about the rules now. Maybe because they thought he wouldn't punish them.

Some of the guys had already started to hit their desks with admiration while calling out to him.

The students in the other lecture halls close by, couldn't help but be excited as well. They wished they could join in cheering for Mr. Fang.

Zhang Liling was smiling brightly with her gaze on Mr. Fang. She was not cheering like the rest, and she wasn't hitting her desk.

But when she met his gaze, the smile disappeared from her face. That was not a calm or casual gaze from him, that was a glare.

Withiut knowing it, but Zhang Liling could tell Mr. Fang's mood from his gaze, and she could see and understand it even with that distance between them.

Maybe it's because she has lived with him for a while now, and has come to understand a lot of things.

"He is unhappy." She said in an audible tone, but because of the noise, her words seems inaudible.

Tungmei saw her lips move and didn't hear her. So she had to move her ears closer and asked, "what did you say?"

"Mr. Fang is unhappy with this mess!" She repeated.

"Huh? I thought he would at least be moved that his students are doing this for him." Tungmei said with a confused gaze, before shifting it back to the podium.

"You must be delusional. Even I was. How could I have missed his reaction?" Zhang Liling blamed herself for not thinking properly.

Flowers were something that could irritate his sense of smell, and there were many of them in the class.

Thanks to everyone, Mr. Fang must think that they want to suffocate him, and must hate them now.

On the podium, Mr. Fang was shocked to see almost everyone holding a bouquet and shouting, Professor Fang! Mr. Fang!' He didn't appreciate any of this.

First off, they were making noise and distracting other students who were having lectures in other neighboring lecture halls. And secondly, it looks like they wanted to suffocate him.

Glancing at the students, he came face to face with Zhang Liling's smiling gaze and glared at her.

He was aware that she knew of his scent disorder, but was sitting there, smiling, making it look like she was delighted in his suffering.