"Damn it, he actually dared to throw me!"
Mei Xian'er, having risen to her feet, grabbed the mahjong tile from the table and, in a fit of fury, crushed it directly into powder.
In all the world, no one had ever dared treat her like this.
Everywhere else, men worshipped her and fawned over her. Only this man dared treat her this way.
For a moment.
She trembled with rage, once wanting to tear Yi Feng into ten thousand pieces.
She took deep breaths and regulated her breathing for a long, long time before finally calming down enough to sit.
She added some tea leaves, wanting to settle her mind further.
Soon, the fragrance of tea filled the air. She leisurely lifted the teacup from the table, the scene of Yi Feng throwing her replaying in her mind.
Suddenly.
She laughed.
There was actually such a man in this world—he had actually given her an over-the-shoulder throw.
"Little fellow, I originally wanted to tear you into ten thousand pieces, but thinking it over carefully, why do you seem a little cute instead?"
"Hee-hee..."
She covered her mouth, her laughter unceasing.
"It seems I simply can't hate you. Such an interesting little fellow truly makes one want to cherish you, to keep you by one's side."
"Then this big sister will have to take a good look at who can outplay whom."
"Someone come."
She waved her hand.
"My lady."
The male steward respectfully knelt before her.
"Invite that Yi Feng from earlier to the third floor and arrange a room for him," Mei Xian'er said with a wave of her hand.
"Yes!"
The male steward nodded, then headed straight downstairs.
Yi Feng had only just reached the second floor, still grumbling and cursing, when the approaching male steward caught up