The Undefined Love

"Tomorrow there shouldn't be any traces of this club here. Burn it or d0o whatever you want but note that there shouldn't be any Black Drunkard's Club existing here", Deming said to the manager in a tone that killed the remaining hopes of the manager. Lifen wanted to intrude in this decision. As she looked at the man who has mercilessly given this troublesome order, she said "Enough Deming, you are going too far. There was nothing like that happening here. I have just come here to sort my problem out. I didn't mean to tease you like that but your words really infuriated me" "Since it's all sorted now. Can't you be less stubborn. There is no need to demolish this place. There are many people earning their living here", she tried but didn't find his mood changing. Hearing her words, the manager thought that maybe the place will be pardoned but when looked back at the devil, he made his mind. He has lost this club and this place. Just like that. Before he had only heard about the tyrannical ways of Wang Deming. Never in the rarest dreams, he would hat thought that one days such ways will be inflicted on him too. Seeing Deming not buzzing for some moment, she knew that this wasn't so simple. There must be something brewing in his brain. And what she thought turned out to be true. Deming spoke out, "Mr. Manager, there is nothing for you to be sad. By burning this place, you won't be at loss. I will offer you triple the price of this place. After burning it, send the property papers to Wang Corporation. And the money will be transferred to your account right after". The manager looked dumbfoundedly. Were his ears playing tricks with him? Thrice the price of this place! In that way won't he be gaining from this deal. It would be a jackpot. When he bought this place it wasn't much, but now after so many years, thrice the price would be enough for him to build two good fancy clubs. He was satisfied. There wasn't any silver line of sadness on his face anymore. His eyes got brightened like a star, "The deal is perfect, Mr. Wang. I will be more than happy with this arrangement. Thank you for considering this land so valuable" The fat man tried to butter up but he was so unaware that the devil can easily see through one's actions. Deming didn't respond to the manager's buttering words. He ignored it like his words never reached his ears. Turning to face his woman again, he found her with a sulk expression. Undoubtedly, he found her more cute that way. Her nose was slightly scrunched up while eyes held a questioning confusion. He reached out to glide his forefinger over her nose and at the end gave a light tap at the tip. "What are you thinking now? Didn't you like the proposal?" he asked with a smile. "Of course I don't like it. What is there to like in such a proposal?" she said without giving any heed to the changing expression on the manager's face. "Why so? You only told me to think about the earnings from not – so – good club, so I proposed such an expensive offer or why would I think of investing so much into this invaluable piece", he said. The manager was looking back forth between the two people talking. He was having a bad feeling of losing everything in just a blink of eye. "I said to notice every person working here not solely the one who already had heavy pockets to feed himself for a century year", she said folding her arms over her chest in authoritative manner. The manager could no longer hold his anxiousness. He didn't knew who the woman actually was. He thought just as a beautiful girlfriend who has got the heart of rich CEO. And with her being so snobbish, he thought of a typical girl from a middle class family who has never seen rich people spending. Though the dress she was wearing and the air she was carrying gave out a sense of lavishness and elegance but this would easily come with the money. He thought. This type of story has now become so much common in the society. The manager has become so anxious that he wanted to lash out on her but still he remembered that she was someone who was being favored so he can't rash out. Making his voice humble, he tried his best to be polite, "Miss, I don't think you have much knowledge of stuffs related to business. I don't want to offend you but women become more charming when she spends the money lavishly, not when she becomes nosy into the business stuffs. It seems like Mr. Wang loves to pamper you but please respect his decisions" Though he tried to feign his real sour feelings but still the words that came out revealed everything clearly. Daiyu wanted to tell the fat man, how wrong he was to think that Lifen was just like some other girl who would love to leech off money. But that wasn't the only thing wrong here. He actually dared to look down on woman. And looking down on woman was something, Lifen would never take. Deming heard the words of the manager. His words urged him to the core, to laugh at him. Since he wanted to enjoy some drama, he just looked at the woman who will surely take the charge from hereon. This was the thing that she despises the most. Looking down on someone, when you don't even know the real capabilities. 'Now I will get to see interesting side of her. It better to enjoy than to interrupt', he said internally and took his seat on the couch, flexing his muscles lightly. Lifen looked at the man who was smiling, ready to enjoy the free show now. She so wanted to wipe off that smile from his face but at this moment someone else needs her words more. "Okay, I heard your interesting thought. But what made you think that women are born to shop around and spend money. Don't you think you are being a little prejudiced towards them and that too in this 21stcentury", she said as she turned to look directly at the man with such narrow thinking. Her eyes has instantly lost the bubbly color rather has turned sharp and calculative. And in contrast to her eyes, her lips were giving a smile that could easily lead anyone in dilemma. The manager was also taken aback by sudden change of her aura and expressions. Her eyes held an unsaid mockery that seemed to be directed towards him.