Landlord in the Arctic

Then, the three of them lowered their voices and started giving him quiet advice.

"Brother Shan, are you really going to marry this foreigner?"

"You have to think this through. We don’t know anything about this woman’s background. If you marry her, what about Jenny, Erica, and Tammy?"

"I think it’s great. With a body like that, having kids won’t be a problem. She looks pretty rich, too. Maybe Brother Shan can just live off her."

Listening to the nonsense from his younger siblings, Feng Mountain felt a headache coming on. He really wanted to give each of them a good flick on the forehead to knock some sense into them.

In the end, he could only glare at the three of them helplessly and was just about to scold them.

Just then, Natasha, who was sitting on the sofa with a haughty smile, began to speak. And she spoke in Chinese, with perfectly clear and standard pronunciation, comparable to a professional announcer.

"Sorry, I speak Chinese. I studied abroad for a year at Qingbei University in your country. As for those things you were just talking about, in my opinion, you’re overthinking it!"

After she finished speaking, Natasha lifted her chin slightly, a hint of pride in her eyes, as if declaring how special she was.

Ah!!

Instantly, the faces of Xiaohua and the other two turned bright red. It was beyond awkward.

They never expected that the woman had heard every single one of the ideas they had just given Brother Shan.

At that moment, the three of them felt their faces burning. Their toes unconsciously scraped against the floor, wishing they could dig a hole and crawl into it to escape the awkward situation.

AHEM!!

Feng Mountain also felt embarrassed. He gave two awkward coughs and apologized sheepishly, "Sorry, these are my younger brother and sisters. Kids say the darndest things. Please don’t take it to heart."

"Of course. Your younger brother and sisters are my younger brother and sisters too." Natasha’s lips curved into a confident smile as she rose gracefully from the sofa. "You’re Xiaohua, you’re Hu Zi, and you’re Black Hide, right?"

"And you’re Erica, and you’re Jenny. The ones who just left were Maria and Demi, weren’t they?"

Natasha then looked toward Erica and Jenny, calling out each person’s name with precision.

Everyone was slightly stunned and couldn’t help but feel a bit more curious about her, wondering how she knew everything so clearly.

At these words, Feng Mountain shot to his feet like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes narrowing as a chilliness seeped into his gaze.

"You investigated us?"

In response to Feng Mountain’s accusation, Natasha maintained her haughty demeanor, lifting her chin slightly with a trace of disdain in her eyes.

"Of course. As my fiancé, I certainly have to investigate you thoroughly. Not just anyone has that privilege."

Her tone made it sound perfectly natural, as if investigating Feng Mountain and the others was the most normal thing in the world.

Feng Mountain, however, put on an unconcerned expression. His lips curled into a mocking smile. "Well, thanks a lot. Please give that privilege to someone who needs it. I don’t really have a use for it here."

"Brother!" Xiaohua thought his words were a bit harsh and quietly reached out to tug on Feng Mountain’s sleeve.

"Buddy, be a gentleman. How can you say something like that to Natasha?"

Frank also stepped forward, frowning with a reproachful look on his face, criticizing Feng Mountain for his impolite attitude.

"Fine, I apologize." Feng Mountain shrugged, his face showing an ’I’m-apologizing-but-I’m-not-admitting-I’m-wrong’ attitude. His tone held not a shred of sincerity; it was merely a compromise to deal with the situation and avoid continuing this pointless argument.

Natasha walked gracefully up to Feng Mountain, and a delicate floral fragrance wafted from her, drifting into his nostrils.

Feng Mountain instinctively took a deep breath, the fresh scent instantly filling his lungs.

But the next second, he realized she was standing right in front of him, and his action of sniffing her seemed a bit sleazy no matter how you looked at it.

A flash of panic crossed his eyes, and he quickly turned his head away.

However, Natasha ignored Feng Mountain’s rude behavior. She extended a slender finger, her fair fingertip gently tapping his chest.

"Regarding this engagement, you don’t get to make the decision. Only I can choose whether to agree or disagree. Understand?"

Then, just as Feng Mountain was about to retort, an irresistible light flashed in Natasha’s beautiful sapphire-blue eyes, like a brilliant gemstone emitting a captivating yet undeniable radiance.

She lifted her chin slightly and spoke again in a tone that permitted no defiance.

"I’m informing you now, I’m living in this cabin. Until I leave, don’t come in whenever you please. Understand?"

Her words were like a command, firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

’By what right?’

’This is my fucking house.’

’You can’t just use it because you say so. Even if you’re a guest, you can’t kick out the host.’

Just as Feng Mountain was about to argue and vent all his dissatisfaction, Frank, with quick reflexes, sensed the tense atmosphere. Fearing Feng Mountain would say something too drastic, he quickly stepped forward and threw an arm around his shoulders.

"No problem, it’s fine for Natasha to stay in the cabin. Buddy, a man has to be a gentleman."

As he spoke, he forcefully guided Feng Mountain outside, trying to get him to calm down and prevent the conflict from escalating further.

Seeing this, the others were also at a loss due to the tense atmosphere. They exchanged worried glances and quickly followed behind.

The way Natasha had just warned Feng Mountain had the definite air of a Queen, an aura that made people not dare to defy her easily.

Everyone’s steps were a bit hurried; they just wanted to get out of the cabin quickly.

Feng Mountain was half-pushed, half-pulled along by Frank. Mentally, he wanted to resist, but his feet still obediently followed him out.

He kept muttering under his breath, his face full of dissatisfaction and grievance. He felt incredibly wronged.

’My own house... how can I just let her have it like that?’

But when he saw Frank’s earnest expression, his face plastered with a fawning smile and his eyes holding a hint of pleading, he felt too embarrassed to break free.

Just then, Natasha’s haughty voice rang out from behind them again.

It was clear and pleasant, yet carried an unquestionable firmness.

"Oh, right. I’ll be staying in the Crown Territory for a few days. Keep your phone on 24/7. Be on call."

’What?’

’Is she ever going to stop? Does she really think I’m her servant?’

Hearing this, Feng Mountain completely exploded. He was just about to start cursing her out.

"I’ll fu—"

Before he could get the next word out, Frank slapped a hand over his mouth.

Frank’s grip was very strong, terrified that Feng Mountain would say something even nastier.

His face was still plastered with a smile as he said to Natasha, "Of course, Natasha. Feng Mountain will definitely do that. You can rest assured."

After speaking, he tugged on Feng Mountain again, signaling him not to be impulsive.

With his mouth covered, Feng Mountain could only make muffled noises, trying to break free from Frank’s hold to properly argue with Natasha.

After they left the cabin and were out in the garden, the anger in Feng Mountain’s heart had still not faded.

He ripped Frank’s hand away from his mouth, a disgusted look on his face, and said angrily,

"You didn’t wash your hands after using the bathroom!"

PFFT!!

The others following behind, who had been tense just a moment ago, finally couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Feng Mountain’s words.

The tense atmosphere was instantly broken.

Frank subconsciously wiped his hand on his clothes a few times, but he immediately caught himself and hurriedly looked back at the cabin window, afraid that Natasha would see or hear the commotion.

Then he quickly pulled Feng Mountain along again and said anxiously,

"Let’s go, this isn’t the place to talk."

"So secretive. Even if she’s a Princess, there’s no need to be so subservient!" Feng Mountain deliberately shouted towards the cabin, his voice echoing in the garden, his eyes full of disdain.

"Keep your voice down! Do you still want the Crown Territory or not?" Frank said quickly in a low voice, his face fraught with anxiety and a hint of worry in his eyes, afraid that Feng Mountain’s impulsiveness would bring trouble to himself and the Crown Territory.

Huh!

Feng Mountain’s voice came to an abrupt halt, his face blank with confusion.

’From what Frank said, it sounded like there was some hidden problem with the Crown Territory?’

This news also caught the others’ attention. They all pricked up their ears, their eyes fixed on Frank, afraid of missing a single word.

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