Quick Transmigration: The Day I Blew Up My Housemate

2.3 CEO with a Tintin (3)

Inside the master bedroom's spacious walk-in closet, Feng Mian and Hao Junli were in the midst of a standoff. Hao Junli at this time was more than a head shorter than Feng Mian, but his ego carried the difference in height by an extra thirty centimetres.

Multiple high-end dresses were neatly hanged and stacked inside the several wardrobes; from Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, Louis Vuitton, Prada, all the way to Alexander McQueen, there were all kinds of famous brands that come in several lengths and shapes designed to accentuate the different part of a woman's figure.

"I want a suit." Hou Junlin was stubborn about not wanting to wear a dress. He may be in a woman's body, but he was a man through and through.

"I told you, there's no suit here that can accommodate your size. We don't have the time to order a custom right now. It's just for tonight, Hao Junli, bear with it ah?" she tried to bargain.

"Cannot." He was unmovable to coercion nor persuasion.

Feng Mian grew exasperated from this dragging debacle. Her phone rang and she picked it up haphazardly without looking at the ID.

"What?" There was a twinge of annoyance slipping through her husky tone.

A familiarly coquettish voice sounded through the speaker. "Xiaocheng gege~ why didn't you tell me there's an event tonight at the company? I'll be there tonight along with daddy. If you had said something, we could've gone together."

At the side, Hao Junli picked up on the skittish voice through the receiver and frowned. This was a clear attempt at unashamedly flirting with someone's wif- husband. His mood became worse. Tsk, he would be an idiot to let some shrew cat grow put a green hat on him.

Hao Junli signalled for Feng Mian to pass the phone over.

"Hold on a second Huang Chun, my wife wants to speak with you. Here." The phone was smoothly passed to Hao Junli.

Chun Hua: 'Who is Huang Chun? Since when did she get her name changed on the register? And why are you letting me speak with your wife, isn't this covertly showing the mistress to the wife? I don't want to speak to your wife.'

Wan Junli's clear voice chimed in through the speaker, his voice cold. "Are you miss Huang Chun?"

Chun Hua: 'Her name was clearly Chun Hua.'

Hao Junli didn't wait for a response. "You don't have to worry about my husband not having a partner. I, his hus- wife, will accompany him tonight so miss Huang Chun shouldn't meddle about other people's husband so needlessly. We'll see miss Huang Chun at the banquet then." The line was immediately cut off.

Chun Hua who was still holding onto her pink mobile phone looked dazedly at the dimming screen.

Did she wake up the wrong way today? Or did Xiaocheng gege just snubbed her using Wan Junli?

Feng Mian felt the uncomfortable stare from Hao Junli after he cut Chun Hua off.

Hao Junli huffed sulkily. "Hmph, a red apricot tree that leans over the garden wall," he commented.

Feng Mian suddenly felt that she became a wife who was caught cheating even though the mistress didn't technically belong to her.

Feng Mian waved her hand in denial. "How can that be ah? I'm a female you know."

Hao Junlin studied his roommate's face carefully and tested her gingerly. "Who do you think is better looking, Angelina Jolie or Tom Cruise?"

Feng Mian couldn't understand what the question had to do with anything. It was too random. "Both are good looking," she answered after thinking through.