1 Year Of Beginning

Both of them finished their meal and headed to the park again. After they had enough of a stroll for an hour, they returned back to the car. Zhang Liang looked to check Feng Mian's leg.

"What is it?" Feng Mian asked.

"Xiao Ai often complained that her legs hurt after walking for a long time."

Feng Mian blinked her eyes. Well, she was walking at a very slow pace. If it was Zhang Liang's normal pace, she would have been left behind since a long time ago because it would be impossible to follow him. His legs were far longer than her, so she would just give up if she had to catch up if he walked at his normal speed.

"Is it based on her pace or you?"

"Xiao Ai loved to hop around and run like a child, so we'll usually leave her running here and there while we walk on our pace," Zhang Liang replied. Recalling the time when the three siblings walked on the park, he smiled lightly. It was already a long time ago, but he still could remember it very well because it was one of the activities that they loved to do.

Feng Mian giggled. She could totally imagine Zhang Ai running around here and there. From her interactions with Zhang Ai so far, she had seen how much of a playful kid Zhang Ai could be if she wanted to.

There wouldn't be any other woman at her age who was running around just to play fireworks after all.

Maybe there would be some in the villages.

"If she's running in high heels, I'm sure her legs will hurt," Feng Mian joked.

Zhang Liang looked at Feng Mian and then lowered his eyes to look at her legs. It was then he noticed that Feng Mian didn't wear high heels. Many other women loved to wear high heels because it would make them look taller. His sister was included.

Somehow, Zhang Ai didn't think that her height was enough. She still needed high heels to make herself look even taller.

"She wore heels in the park?"

"Yes."

Feng Mian: "…" I wouldn't even be surprised if her legs are full of blisters in that case.

"You shouldn't run with high heels?" Zhang Liang asked.

"No. High heels put a lot of strains on our legs. I'll never want to run on high heels unless it's necessary," Feng Mian replied honestly. Hell, she didn't even like wearing high heels. Even though she was short, she loved her legs too, so she didn't wish to put more strain on her legs.

After all, her balance was quite bad. She would need a long time before she could adapt to wear high heels.

Zhang Liang nodded. "Zhang Ai can run and dance even when she's wearing high heels and a skirt."

Feng Mian: "…" you're a family of monsters.

She had heard that many people from noble's family would let their younger generation learn martial arts. Their high position meant that there would be a lot of people who were after them. Basic defense and martial art would surely be needed to ensure their safety aside from their bodyguard.

Because of that, she knew that Zhang Ai must have some basic knowledge and martial art skill. If not, it would be highly impossible for Zhang Ai to react that fast when Su Anya wanted to hit her. Feng Mian herself was unable to react in time and braced herself to be hit.

Zhang Liang unlocked the car and they went in. He looked at Feng Mian. "Do you still have any place you want to visit?"

"I think no. I want to go home and finish my painting," Feng Mian replied. She hadn't been able to paint at all because of the commission Zhang Xue asked her not long ago. She wanted to paint again. Her hand was already itching to move the brush and mixed the color beautifully.

"Alright. We're going back."

Steering the wheel, Zhang Liang directed the car back to the mansion. When they arrived by the front door, Zhang Liang stopped the car. Feng Mian looked at Zhang Liang and flashed a bright smile. "Thank you for today."

"It's nothing much."

"Good luck in your work today, Brother Liang."

"En."

Zhang Liang watched as Feng Mian entered the mansion and drove the car to the garage.

Feng Mian spent the rest of the day continuing painting. Zhang Liang had returned back to his office to finish his work that he had delayed. After Feng Mian had finished, she returned back to the family room and took out the remote.

Click!

The television turned on. She noticed that it was news about Zhang Xue's new sweet. It seemed that the hotel gained some other advertis.e.m.e.nt because of how good it was.

'Good then.'

Just as she was about to switch it off because she wanted to rest, Feng Mian noticed that Lu Di La had walked out of the hotel. She arched her eyebrows at the reporters surrounding her husband.

"Oh, my wife is back, so please excuse me."

From the television, Feng Mian noticed that the reporter was trying hard to grab onto Zhang Xue's sleeve, but he skillfully evade her. Seeing that, Feng Mian's lips curled up into a smile. The Zhang Family truly had excellent martial arts.

However, she noticed that Lu Di La's eyebrows creased. Clearly, she was annoyed to see someone made a pass to her husband.

"Please wait, Mr. Zhang Xue."

Zhang Xue ignored the reporter and walked to Lu Di La. He smiled brightly. "Sorry, did you wait long."

Lu Di La gave him a glare then stretched out her hand to Zhang Xue's back head. Their height difference was not that much and Zhang Xue quickly bent down a bit when he saw her hand. In the next moment, she kissed Zhang Xue right in front of the reporters.

Plop!

Feng Mian dropped the remote in her hand as she stared at the television with a silly expression. Her mind recalled the time when they saw the pair kissing in the hotel. Lu Di La had stopped Zhang Xue back then and finished their preparation.

But now, she was the one initiating it in front of the television?

Did she only stop him before because she felt the crowd was not enough?

Feng Mian's face flushed red as she quickly averted her eyes, ignoring the shameless pair who was showing off their love in public. Fortunately, Zhang Liang was not like that….

Oh wait, the last time was also in public, right? Well, at least it was not in front of the television. Though, Feng Mian was not sure how many people see them in the end.

With that thought, Feng Mian's cheek turned red again in embarrassment.

Klek!

"You're not sleeping yet?" Zhang Liang asked when he saw Feng Mian was still staying still on the sofa. Her cheek was red as if she was seeing something that she shouldn't see.

Zhang Liang averted his eyes to the television and saw his brother and sister in law. He laughed dryly. "Ignore them. They just loved to show off."

"I thought that Sister Di La didn't like being watched…"

"As long as it's not a live stream with Father watching, she's fine."

Feng Mian: "…" she's only evading Zhang Yi?

Looking at Feng Mian's expression, Zhang Liang laughed once more. He knew how much his father loved to make fun of his brother, so Lu Di La tried to avoid it as much as possible. She didn't want to be teased all day by Zhang Yi. He patted her head lightly.

"There's also no time to fool around when the party is about to start at that time, so she can't possibly entertain Xue for long. Have some rest. You must be tired from yesterday."

"En."

Feng Mian headed to her room and quickly took a quick bath before heading to the bed. Her mind was trying hard to erase the image that she had seen from the television not long ago.

Early in the morning, she received a message from Zhang Xue that he was satisfied with the advertis.e.m.e.nt board she showed him. It was much more beautiful and suitable than what he thought it would ever be.

Zhang Liang chuckled when he saw Feng Mian's expression early in the morning when she checked her bank account. "Advertis.e.m.e.nts are normally quite expensive. However, I'm sure Xue gave more because of the trouble he had given you over the past few days."

Feng Mian smiled lightly. "It's not that much of a problem."

"That's because you have gotten used with the workload. Many other people wouldn't be able to stand his attitude."

Feng Mian: "…" I can say the same to you.

Both Zhang Liang and Zhang Xue were extremely diligent and paid close attention even to the minute details. It was something that was very commendable, but it also made it harder for other people to work for them. Their high standard made it very difficult to present the work that would suit their goal.

Feng Mian herself was quite harsh to herself when it came to her art. She didn't want to present something she was not satisfied with. This was why she refused to sell the painting to Zhang Yi and insisted to just give it to him because it was not a painting she truly worked. She was only using that painting as a means to practice her skill after so many months not painting at all.

Even if Zhang Yi insisted, she had been refusing his offer over and over again.

"Finish your meal. We're going to the company."

"Eh? I'll be going with you, Brother Liang?"

Zhang Liang nodded. "The meeting is at 9 AM. It'll be faster if you come to the office together with me."

Feng Mian wanted to refute but she felt a bit loss. If they departed with two different cars at the same time, it would be wasting fuel. Besides, if they parked in the bas.e.m.e.nt, no one should see her, right?

"Mian'er, eat."

"Ah, right."

…

Sora's Corner: Running in High Heels

If it's possible, it would be better to not run in high heels unless you truly liked it. Based on the study, the higher the heel, the slower you'll run. In addition, running in high heels directly increases energy consumption and causes neuromuscular fatigue.

Note from dictionary: Neuromuscular is relating to nerves and muscles, especially jointly involving or affecting nervous and muscular elements.

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