Landlord in the Arctic

"Feng, hurry home! Erica’s fighting with that woman," Maria said, her words tumbling out in a rush. Her voice trembled, clearly terrified.

"What’s going on? Isn’t Frank there?" Feng Shan was completely baffled. His brow furrowed deeply as he wondered, ’How could they just suddenly start fighting out of nowhere?’

Maria’s face was flushed red as she said huffily, "That lady wanted to stay in the cabin, but Erica wouldn’t let her. Then they started arguing, and Frank couldn’t stop them at all."

Sigh!

’What is all this nonsense?’

’Can’t we just have a peaceful holiday? Do they have to stir up so much chaos that no one gets any peace?’

Hearing this, Feng Shan let out a long sigh, his face a mask of weary resignation.

He then hurried toward the cabin with Maria.

As they entered the garden, he saw five bodyguards standing ramrod straight outside the door like Gate Gods, their gazes sharp and vigilant as they watched everyone who came and went.

The sight only deepened Feng Shan’s frustration.

Stepping inside, a wave of warmth washed over him. The dancing flames in the fireplace cast a red glow across the entire living room.

However, the scene before him made Feng Shan’s heart clench.

In the living room, Natasha had Erica pinned face-down on the sofa with an arm twisted behind her back. The tension between them was palpable.

The fireplace in the cabin was blazing, filling the room with waves of warmth.

Natasha’s magnificent mink coat was draped over the back of the sofa. She was wearing a stylish, form-fitting turtleneck sweater. The soft wool clung to her upper body, and the high collar artfully accentuated her long, elegant neck, giving her a cold, haughty air.

On her lower body, a pair of thermal yoga pants tightly hugged her straight legs, outlining her toned muscles and showcasing her abundant vitality.

A leather belt with a traditional pattern was cinched at her waist, perfectly highlighting her slender figure. Paired with knee-high boots, it made her already tall and striking frame seem even more statuesque.

Natasha leaned forward, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a smirk. With a mocking glint in her eyes, she pressed down with her arm and asked,

"Do you give up?"

"Never."

Erica turned her head away huffily, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes full of defiance.

Her expression was one of absolute refusal to surrender, even if she couldn’t win.

It was a clear declaration of her unyielding spirit to Natasha.

Jenny, Maria, Demi, Frank, and Xiaohua stood nearby, the corners of their mouths twitching as they tried to suppress their laughter.

Feng Shan felt a throbbing headache coming on. He rubbed his temples in frustration and strode into the living room to try and break up the fight.

"That’s enough! Two women fighting like this... it’s ridiculous."

Seeing the man himself, Feng Shan, appear, Natasha’s lips curved into a seductive smile.

Then, she unhurriedly released Erica’s arm.

But the moment she was free, Erica’s unyielding spirit flared up. She shot to her feet, a vengeful glint in her eyes, and lunged to counter-attack Natasha.

However, Natasha had clearly anticipated her defiant move. Before Erica’s hand could even touch her, Natasha executed a perfect Taekwondo leg sweep.

Erica felt her legs give way, and she lost her balance, collapsing awkwardly onto the sofa once more.

AHHH!!

Like an enraged she-cat, Erica let out a furious scream. Face flushed, she struggled to her feet again.

Feng Shan, watching from the side, had seen it all clearly. From that clean, decisive leg sweep, he knew Natasha was professionally trained.

And looking at Erica’s brawling style, which was more like a wild tantrum, it was obvious she was just asking for a beating from Natasha.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Feng Shan rushed forward in a few strides and wrapped his arms around Erica’s waist, holding her tight to stop her from going completely wild. He kept murmuring,

"Stop it, stop it. Both of you, calm down."

Erica struggled violently, her body twisting and her face a mask of rage and indignation. "Feng, let me go!" she yelled. "I’m going to beat this bitch!"

"That’s enough. You can’t win," Feng Shan sighed, holding Erica tightly in his arms, trying to calm her down.

But in the next moment, Erica’s voice suddenly went soft and weak, with a hint of a pout.

"Let go, that hurts!"

’Hurts? What hurts?’

’Is she injured?’

Feng Shan’s heart skipped a beat, thinking Natasha must have injured Erica before he arrived.

However, just as worry filled him, he suddenly realized the sensation in his hands felt a little... off.

He gave an instinctive squeeze and it was like waking from a dream. He realized he had grabbed the wrong place.

He hastily let go, even forcefully pushing Erica away.

Ah!

Erica, not expecting Feng Shan to suddenly let go, instantly lost her balance. She staggered, pitched forward uncontrollably, and face-planted hard on the floor.

Fortunately, the floor was covered with a thick reindeer-hide rug, which cushioned the impact and saved her face from injury.

But Erica was absolutely miserable.

She thought back on the string of misfortunes: first she was beaten by Natasha, then beaten again when she tried to fight back, then Feng Shan grabbed her and hurt her, and finally, she ended up sprawled on the floor.

Thinking about everyone watching her in this embarrassing state, she felt too ashamed to even get up.

All her feelings of grievance, anger, and embarrassment surged and mingled within her until she could no longer hold it together.

In an instant, Erica broke down completely, her loud, miserable sobs echoing through the room.

She lay sprawled on the rug, pounding it with her fists while muttering something incoherently.

The onlookers didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the sight.

Jenny was the first to react. She hurried forward, pulled Erica up, and held her in a gentle embrace, patting her back and comforting her softly.

Natasha, meanwhile, sat leisurely on the sofa with her legs crossed, a faint, ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

She watched the farce unfold with great interest, her eyes full of amusement as if she were enjoying a spectacular court drama.

Feng Shan’s anger flared. He shot her a harsh, warning glare.

’So what if she’s a Princess? So what if she’s from the Tsarist Royal Family? None of that means anything here in the Crown Territory.’

’There’s only one boss here, and that’s me. I won’t tolerate anyone acting so wantonly on my turf.’

"Lady Natasha, I don’t know what business brings you to the Crown Territory, but if you’re here for a visit, you’re welcome. If you’re here to cause trouble, then please leave."

"Now that’s a bit more like a man." Far from getting angry, Natasha simply raised an eyebrow, a look of appreciation in her eyes and a wider smile on her face. "I know all about you. But if you want to be my fiancé, this alone isn’t nearly enough. Even a marriage contract won’t change that."

Natasha spoke at a measured pace, her voice laced with an innate confidence and arrogance, as if declaring to Feng Shan that winning her approval would be no easy feat.

Feng Shan froze for a second, then a wave of inexplicable anger washed over him.

’You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What a narcissist.’

’Who wants to be your man?’

’I was living comfortably here in the Crown Territory, and you just show up out of nowhere, acting like you’re the lady of the house and sizing me up.’

’Do you really think you own this place?’

The onlookers, who had been enjoying the drama, were instantly stunned by her words.

Everyone except Frank stared with wide eyes and gaping mouths, their faces etched with shock.

The living room fell utterly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

’What did I just hear?’

’This woman is Feng’s fiancée? And there’s a marriage contract?’

’This is so sudden! How come we never heard a single word about this before?’

Even Erica, who had just been sobbing, forgot to cry. She snapped her head up and stared intently at Natasha, her eyes filled with disbelief and a faint hint of hostility.

Of everyone present, Jenny was the most devastated. The moment she heard the word "fiancée," the bright light in her eyes instantly dimmed, as if her entire world had turned to black and white.

Her body stiffened slightly, and the smile on her face vanished, replaced by an unconcealable look of loss and pain.

"What marriage contract? Don’t talk nonsense! I don’t know anything about it, and I won’t acknowledge it!"

Feng Shan retorted loudly, though he lacked conviction.

His voice echoed in the living room, sounding somewhat weak.

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