Urban All-Round Master Chapter 5 - 5 5 The Thick-Skinned's Thick Skin

5: Chapter 5 The Thick-Skinned’s Thick Skin 5: Chapter 5 The Thick-Skinned’s Thick Skin Chapter 5: The Thick-Skinned

“You…!”

Frowning her delicate brows, Nangong Bing saw Lin Zifeng follow her in, and for a mont she didn’t know what to do with him.

She felt that this man’s skin was really thick.

“I say wife, why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost every ti you see ?

Didn’t your father just tell you, you can’t pretend to not understand?”

Lin Zifeng moved his eyebrows, his chest puffed out in a lazy manner.

“I warn you, if you dare call ‘wife’ in front of the company employees, I will absolutely make you…!” Before she could finish speaking, Nangong Bing was already too angry to think straight, not knowing how to respond.

“What?

Are you actually threatening your husband, ?”

Threaten!

I’ll threaten you!

You country bumpkin actually dare to give yourself such credit?

I, the president of a big corporation, would threaten a small fry like you?

What a joke.

Nangong Bing crossed her arms, her face full of disdain, her cold eyes flashing with contempt.

Just then, as the elevator reached the ground floor, people started to press the call button.

Seeing people about to enter, Nangong Bing’s face turned cold as she said, “If you dare call wife in front of my employees, I guarantee with my integrity, I won’t let you off easily!” Nangong Bing said coldly.

Uh…, Lin Zifeng was suddenly startled.

But then a playful hint crossed his handso face, and he chuckled bitterly to himself, Lin Zifeng, Lin Zifeng, you didn’t expect to receive such treatnt after returning to the country.

It seed his bargain of a wife was not so easy to handle, especially when he rembered what his parents had once said to him.

Lin Zifeng’s face, which had been full of smiles, suddenly beca cold and indifferent, replaced by a murderous look.

That was the true deanor and image of Lin Zifeng.

Perhaps after experiencing certain things, Lin Zifeng had grown fond of hiding his truest self.

“Ding…!”

The elevator doors quickly opened, and what faced them were dozens of new employees from the IT departnt.

When they saw it was Tianyu Group’s cold and stunning president Nangong Bing standing in the elevator, everyone imdiately chanted in unison, “President, good morning.”

A rather old-fashioned chant but one that represented authority, it pleased President Nangong quite a bit.

After all, there is a big difference between China and foreign countries, with the latter being straightforward in admitting whether work is good or bad.

But in China, it’s about authority and commanding respect.

In doing any task or saying anything, one had to beat around the bush, seeking to flatter indirectly.

Though the words spoken were pleasant to hear, the listeners had to be all ears to see if they were being taken for a ride.

Such were the so-called unspoken rules.

Seeing President Nangong with her cold beauty standing in the elevator, the new IT departnt’s male mbers suddenly found their breathing becoming rapid.

Each of them wanted to stand out and attract President Nangong’s attention!

After all, these white-collar and gold-collar workers prided themselves over any woman with their lofty attitudes and arrogance, but appeared sowhat restrained before such a woman who stood above thousands.

None dared be the first to board with Nangong Bing in the elevator.

With so many people, it would undoubtedly get crowded, so everyone was very surprised to rest their eyes on Lin Zifeng standing behind Nangong Bing.

So cursed under their breath: Damn it!

What in the world…

which country’s beast is this, standing so disgustingly behind Goddess Nangong?

The most aggravating part was his appearance, which was utterly that of a construction worker, a real bumpkin.

How could such a person stand behind Nangong Bing?

So swore in anger, while others envied him deeply.

“Why are you all standing outside?

Aren’t you going to co up?”

Although Nangong Bing was the president of the corporation, she did not act like an arrogant noble, she knew how to conduct herself properly in the company.

Was the elevator supposed to be just for her?

Doing so seed like it would leave a lot of room for gossip, since employees were the essence of a company.

Since Nangong Bing had already spoken, what reason did they have to refuse the boss’s suggestion?

So, outwardly everyone appeared well-mannered and polite, but inwardly, each of them fantasized about Nangong Bing, their imaginations unusually vivid.

All the male animals couldn’t help but conjure disgusting and inappropriate fantasies in their minds.

Of course!

With such a breathtakingly beautiful woman president by their side, who would notice Lin Zifeng?

Nangong Bing remained cool as if water, serenely standing in the middle of the elevator, her celestial beauty untouched by worldly concerns, like an indifferent Immortal.

As the elevator filled quickly due to the fast-moving crowd, Nangong Bing suddenly stepped back.

Right behind her was Lin Zifeng, quite innocently standing there, when suddenly they collided—Lin Zifeng could swear to the heavens he had just stood there innocently.

As a result, he got a glare from the woman.

Hey, can you not look at with those eyes?

I’m innocent, okay?

Feeling the woman’s icy look, Lin Zifeng felt unjustly accused.

This really wasn’t Lin Zifeng’s fault.

Yet the woman’s cold and hostile gaze swept over him again, clearly filled with dense resentnt.

If glares could kill, Lin Zifeng would have died hundreds of tis under her stare.

Nangong Bing had never co across such an outrageous man before, nor had soone dared to infringe upon her in such a situation.

She felt like she might as well be dead.

This ti Lin Zifeng was genuinely in pain.

He really wanted to say: It was clearly you who bumped into , why are you looking at with those eyes?

But what Lin Zifeng found most exasperating was, ‘standing up’ is all well and good for a man, but not at this mont—

But the worst part was, as the elevator crowded and shook, Nangong Bing, who was wearing a standard won’s professional OL (office lady) suit—especially in the hot months of July and August, where normal white-collar workers usually dressed quite revealingly and sexily, yet also very thinly, as it was essential for a corporation’s image…