Chapter 175 You’re So Boring
Lin Zifeng had just started to take off his pants, wearing nothing but a pair of simple, pale blue boxer shorts underneath. His well-built, bronze-toned skin glowed under the light, majestic like a venerable statue. However, at the same time, Nangong Bing, fuming with rage, barged in to drive Lin Zifeng out, only to see him shamelessly leaving the door open and engaging in performance art right in the bathroom!
The top half of his clothes was already stripped bare. Now, with just a pair of pale blue boxer shorts on, Nangong Bing’s face immediately turned a slight shade of red.
"You, you’re asking for trouble!"
Nangong Bing was startled and quickly turned her body away.
Meanwhile, Lin Zifeng stretched languidly and said with a smile, "Sorry about that, I’m off to take a shower, would you mind leaving first, boss?"
"Lin, you get out here, this is my bathroom, and I forbid you to shower in here. Without my permission, you have no right to go in."
At this moment, Nangong Bing felt both embarrassed and angry; embarrassed by Lin Zifeng’s deliberate stripping and exhibitionism right in front of her, and angry that he shamelessly treated the place like his own home.
He did not have the slightest regard for his place as a guest.
At the very least, he should observe some basic guest etiquette.
But this bastard’s thick skin had already become impervious to any kind of persuasion, a dead pig not fearing the scalding water, no matter how she tried to handle him.
"Oh come on, it’s just a shower, look how stingy you’re being. Boss, you wouldn’t be so stingy that even the bathroom is only yours, right? Okay then! I’m really going to shower now, you might as well leave."
"This is my bathroom; why should I leave? The one who should leave is you," Nangong Bing said with slight irritation.
"Alright! Since you, the boss, are in the mood, I won’t be particular about it. Just didn’t expect you to have a hobby of watching people shower, never saw that coming," Lin Zifeng said, chuckling.
And without care for whether Nangong Bing was still there or not, he began to slide off his boxer shorts, totally indifferent, as if Nangong Bing was just thin air.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Lin, don’t you start stripping! Hey hey! Stop that, I’ll shout, hey hey! You’re really stripping, if you strip any more, I’m really going to yell."
Nangong Bing’s delicate body shivered, frozen inside the bathroom without leaving, staring straight at Lin Zifeng as he performed his so-called art.
Lin Zifeng had thought that Nangong Bing would be frightened and run away, but to his great disappointment, when he had only removed his boxers halfway, she was still standing there, completely oblivious.
In the end, with no other choice, Lin Zifeng simply didn’t proceed with taking off his pants and just stood there, staring at Nangong Bing, asking, "Hey, Boss, I’m about to take a bath here, what are you still standing around for? Don’t tell me you actually have a hobby of watching people shower? Even if you’re okay with it, I’m certainly not."
While saying these words, Lin Zifeng was completely serious, utterly formal, without a shred of shameless intent.
Nangong Bing was nearly sent into an internal rage by his words, thinking to herself, Ha! As if you would dare. Even if you stripped, I wouldn’t bother to look. With your scrawny physique, why would I bother when I have countless men pursuing me? It’s laughable. With a mere wave of my hand, a throng of male models from Zhonghai City would queue up at my doorstep just to please me. Watch you? Dream on.
However, despite saying so, Nangong Bing couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Lin Zifeng’s bronze muscles. To be honest, although Lin Zifeng didn’t have the towering figure of those gym-goers, his muscles were definitely real, proportionate, and well-defined, with orderly blocks on his chest and abs. Neither overly intimidating like a musclebound man nor fragile like a delicate one, his physique could rival that of Bruce Lee in the movies. He looked slender with clothes on, but underneath was truly substantial.
Paired with his nearly one-meter-eight stature, he did have a certain appeal. She remembered that last time Huahua’s stylist worked on his hairstyle, and, well, if the guy actually groomed himself, he could certainly compete with the effeminate pretty boys of South Korea. Alas, Lin Zifeng always maintained a tough-guy image; dressing him up as a woman would be more torturous than death to him.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! I’m talking to you, Boss. Have you had enough? Are you going to let me shower or not? If you don’t leave now, I’ll start yelling. Tomorrow’s headline will be, ’Company CEO peeps on an employee taking a bath,’ tarnishing my reputation."
What? Peep on you showering? You’d scream? Is this guy even human? Could he be any more shameless? You’re a grown man and you’re getting upset about a woman seeing your body, even threatening to scream? How could there be such a preposterous person in this world? It’s as if he sprang out of a rock.
Ever since meeting him, Nangong Bing felt her entire outlook on life, values, and philosophy were destroyed, completely and utterly devoid of principles.
When a person could reach such heights of shamelessness, the whole Earth might as well revolve around them. At that moment, Lin Zifeng was such a rare specimen.
But Nangong Bing’s innate pride and her unwillingness to admit defeat made her sneer, "Shout then! Go ahead and shout! Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to your aid. It’s just taking off clothes and pants, right? Do it! If you’re a real man, strip down completely in front of me. Stop stalling."
Nangong Bing, fighting back the urge to explode in anger, crossed her arms over her chest and looked coldly at Lin Zifeng with a sneer.
Her two "assets" on the chest swayed slowly following her icy tone, her long raven hair cascading neatly to the neckline, and her pristine white women’s suit combined with the infamous black pencil skirt showcased her snow-white thighs, encased in black stockings, exuding a seductive charm. Especially with the words she was saying, even Lin Zifeng, known for his thick skin, got quite a shock.
Upon hearing Nangong Bing asserting that no one would care even if he screamed, Lin Zifeng’s expression changed rapidly. He quickly backed up two steps, wrapping his arms around his chest, and said with a bizarre mix of fear and hesitance, "I—I mean, Boss, you can’t just do whatever you want! This is your house, and even if I were to go all out and risk it all, even if you took advantage of my... my body, my soul would still not submit. If you really want to test if I’m a man, we—we’d need a better place, right? This bathroom, it—it’s not really suitable for... fun, and though you might like the thrill, I’m afraid I can’t handle it."
He looked around the bathroom and then sat as if awaiting his doom, looking as pitiful as if Nangong Bing was about to force him into something.
Caught up in his nonsensical remarks, Nangong Bing was momentarily dumbfounded, uncertain of what he was trying to say. As she saw him wrapping his arms around himself in an expression of painful resignation, and upon understanding the implication of his previous statement, Nangong Bing’s normally cold face immediately flushed red.