We Are Meant To Be

Christy Zhong only bought a few sets of business suits and dresses as quickly as possible according to a regular stander because she was not used to spending money of James Feng. In addition, she didn't know what kind of clothes she needed to prepare. She couldn't want them all no matter whether she had the chance to wear couture.

By the time Christy wore evening gown, she was so incredible that the servers were amazed and paid a compliment, "Miss Zhong, you look gorgeous. Mr. James will fall hard for you." Christy's hair was tied up into a bun and left a few on the both side scattered, which made her look fabulous and gave a sense of comfortable.

Christy felt shy when she took their compliments and then she said, "Thank you, the clothes fit really well."

But she wondered whether she had a chance of wearing it to attend the party no matter how beautiful the dress was.

While James closed his eyes and thought about the things and work as he sat on the sofa.

Suddenly, he commanded, "Get her two sets of sportswear."

For some reason, he was expecting to catch a sight of her in the playground. What could he have been thinking of? He was so weird today because he didn't like to take girls to the playground. Christy finished the task of shopping for clothes based on the servers' advice. After that, she asked someone to bring a few new clothes to the company and the rest back home.

When Christy looked at the time, she found it was going to get off work. Then she inquired discreetly, "Mr. James, where are we heading for?"

"Home. It's right time to be familiar with the work you do!" James said with his eyes half-closed and then he continued without leaving a few seconds for her response, "Only one day available for you to know about the job. You must be familiar with it within a week."

That meant she would be fired if she couldn't be proficient.

It was cruel for her, but that's the way that it went. If one wanted to gain more than others, he must pay more efforts than others.

"Yes!" Christy said firmly. Knowing his bottom lines, she made a stern resolve to work hard and strive for the best results.

The car dashed toward the eastern district. Christy watched the trees on both sides of road passing by and the scenery outside the window. It struck to her that the wealthy neighborhood was different from the old city.

After a short second, they arrived at Jinding No.1 Villa District. Christy looked around and found vegetation here grow vigorous and rich in species. It was like a park.

The moment they arrived, a butler came out to meet them. "Welcome, Mr. James."

Then James got off the car and introduced her to the butler, "This is Christy, my secretary. From now on, only she was allowed to enter my room and she will take care of all my personal affairs." Oh, God. What did he mean by saying that?

For a moment Christy was worried that if the butler would hate her. She murmured, "Calm down, I don't take the bread out of his mouth."

The butler replied respectfully, "Ok, Mr. James."

As a reply, Christy gave him a smile.

Then the butler asked someone to take the clothes and something else to James's room, which located at the second floor. Instantly, he leaved.

"You have to clean up the clothes in the wardrobe before you tidying up all of them." James asked coldly, "Hereafter you need to be here everyday at seven o'clock and work on time. Then clean my room before you go to the company. The most import thing is that you need to prepare the lunch or go out with me."

So was that a job description? Christy immediately took out the phone and wrote his words down. When she was not clear about it, she could inquire him again.

But Christy was worried about Justin if she left home earlier. When she was deep in thought, James was looking at her. After seeing her face change, he frowned and stared at him with a puzzle, "Anything wrong?"

"No, I can do that." Christy responded quickly. She thought no matter what happened she must try to solve them because she needed the job.

Christy nodded sincerely and she earned his trust, although James doubted just now.

"Remember, only you can enter my room. Now, come here." James uttered in a low voice.

Christy dared not to doubt it, so she walked toward him, "Excuse me?"

"Put out your hand!" James grasped her hands immediately.

Christy felt his hands was so powerful and warm that she was comfortable.

Oh God! Christy looked like a dumb guy. She held her hands tightly and reminded herself not to think too much. She had to be wiser not to have a daydream. Christy grunted that she wanted him to put her hands down. But she didn't succeed. While James only said and pointed at the door, "Have a try!" Then she realized that there was keypads on the door. She couldn't figure out why he needed keypad. Is there anything priceless in his room? Although Christy was confused, she still tried and then the door opened.

"It works. Thank you, Mr. James." Christy said politely.

"If the fingerprint doesn't work, you can use password." James whispered her to remember the number.

His wonderful voice attracted Christy and made her feel warm. But she had to remember and obey what he said.

"Okay." Christy replied and kept the number by heart instead of writhing it down.

While she was in some kind of a trance, that made James distrust her and she was questioned, "Do you remember well?"

If Christy forgot the number, James won't have time to remind her. So he tried to confirm.

It seemed strange that he only said once to others no matter what happened except for her.