Chapter 901: The Game Continues

"Dammit, how dare he throw me like that!"

Mei Xian'er, who had just stood up, grabbed a handful of mahjong tiles from the table and, in her fury, crushed them into powder.

No one in the world had ever dared to treat her like this.

Every man she had ever met had either worshipped or pampered her. Only this man had the audacity to treat her so roughly.

For a moment, she trembled with rage, her mind filled with thoughts of tearing Yi Feng into a thousand pieces.

After taking several deep breaths to calm herself, she finally managed to sit down again.

She brewed some tea, hoping to further soothe her mind.

Soon, the aroma of tea filled the air. As she leisurely picked up the teacup, the scene of Yi Feng throwing her to the ground flashed through her mind.

Suddenly, she laughed.

There was actually a man in this world who had dared to give her a shoulder throw.

"Little guy, I was planning to tear you to pieces, but now that I think about it, you seem kind of cute."

"Hehe..."

She covered her mouth, unable to stop laughing.

"It seems I can't bring myself to hate you. Such an interesting little guy, so endearing. I almost want to keep you by my side."

"Well then, sister will have to see who outsmarts whom."

"Come here," she waved her hand.

"My lady," the steward knelt respectfully before her.

"Bring that Yi Feng to the third floor and arrange a room for him," Mei Xian'er ordered with a wave of her hand.

"Yes!"

The steward nodded and immediately headed downstairs.

At that moment, Yi Feng was still grumbling as he walked through the second floor when the steward caught up to him.

Upon hearing that Mei Xian'er wanted to invite him to the third floor, Yi Feng agreed without hesitation.

Why wouldn't he take a luxurious suite? After all, he was a dead man walking. He didn't care about anything anymore and just went with the flow.

Not only did he go to the third floor, but Yi Feng also demanded the best room available—the "Heavenly Suite."

"The Heavenly Suite? That's..." The steward hesitated.

The Heavenly Suite wasn't something one could simply book with money. It was usually reserved for influential figures.

"What, is that a problem?" Yi Feng raised his head and asked.

The steward, torn between his duty and the way Mei Xian'er had treated Yi Feng, finally relented after some deliberation.

Once Yi Feng settled into the Heavenly Suite, the steward hurried back to the fourth floor to report.

"My lady!" He knelt before Mei Xian'er.

Seeing his anxious expression, Mei Xian'er seemed unfazed. She waved her hand and said, "No need to rush. He refused to stay, didn't he? I expected as much."

"A young man with a bit of pride is perfectly normal."

After saying this, she took a sip of tea, only to notice that the steward still looked troubled and even more anxious.

"Is there something else? Speak," she said leisurely.

"My lady, it's not that. It's not what you think," the steward quickly explained. "He not only agreed but also insisted on the Heavenly Suite."

"Oh?"

The hot tea burned her lips, and she quickly put the cup down, looking at the steward in shock.

"Things seem to have gotten even more interesting."

"This little guy, why is he so contradictory? He's truly hard to figure out."

"But judging from your earlier flustered and furious reaction, you're still quite interested in women, aren't you?"

"Then I'll play this game with you!"

"I'll have you under my control eventually."

She smirked, dismissing the steward. Then, with a wave of her hand, she transformed into another woman—even more alluring, with a more seductive figure. Draped in sheer silk and black stockings, she was the kind of woman no man could resist.

She leisurely made her way to the third floor and stood right outside Yi Feng's room.

"Help! Is anyone there?"

Yi Feng, who had been calculating how much money he had made, heard the faint cry of a woman outside.

At first, he ignored it, but as the cries grew more urgent, he hid his immortal crystals and went to open the door.

Standing at the door was an incredibly beautiful woman.

Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid. Her alluring figure leaned against the doorframe as she looked up at Yi Feng.

"Sir, I'm in trouble. Could you let me in?" Mei Xian'er's soft, pleading voice carried a hint of desperation.

With her looks, figure, attire, and current predicament, she was confident that any man would feel the urge to protect her. No man could possibly refuse her.

However...

*Bang!*

The door slammed shut, nearly hitting her in the face.

She stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the ancient bronze door in front of her.