Landlord in the Arctic

Despite having no warm feelings for this fiancée who had suddenly popped out of nowhere,

Her assertiveness, her pride, her unpredictability—it all made Feng Shan want to keep his distance.

But faced with the pressures of reality and the temptation of profit,

Feng Shan knew he couldn’t just ignore a money-making opportunity that had fallen into his lap.

"It’s an honor to speak with you." Feng Shan took a deep breath, forcing a slightly stiff smile as he gently placed his hand under Natasha’s, which was hovering in mid-air.

The next moment, Feng Shan felt a chill on the back of his hand as Natasha’s palm lightly rested on top of it.

It felt like touching a block of ice, the cold instantly spreading from his hand.

He was rendered speechless by this woman who was always going on about etiquette.

’Seriously? This is the Far North Tundra, not your Lengwan. Look around, does anyone else dress like you? You’re in a single layer of cloth, about to freeze into a popsicle. Choosing beauty over warmth.’

Feng Shan mercilessly let fly a string of harsh words.

But seeing Natasha’s cheeks, pale from the cold, he ultimately couldn’t bring himself to be cruel.

Grumbling at his own soft heart, he took off the animal-hide coat he was wearing.

Without caring whether Her Majesty the Queen in front of him was willing or not, he swung his arm and draped it over her shoulders.

Feeling the warmth still lingering inside the animal-hide coat,

Though the manly scent was a bit pungent, Natasha’s lips still curled up involuntarily.

She lifted a hand slightly, holding out the high heels she’d been carrying. With a faint smile, she said,

"You’re actually quite the gentleman. Hold these for me, thank you!"

Before Feng Shan could even refuse, she let go, and the high heels flew toward him.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Natasha walked with light steps toward the Wilderness Tundra.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Feng Shan scrambled to catch the high heels, an exasperated look on his face as he stared at Natasha’s retreating back.

As he watched her figure grow distant, his brows knitted slightly, his eyes filled with resignation.

’I really don’t get what this crazy woman is trying to do, walking barefoot in the wilderness like this.’

He quickly turned and called for Ma Wei to bring a snowmobile over.

After making the arrangement, he took off running in the direction Natasha had gone.

When he finally caught up to Natasha,

Walking side-by-side, Feng Shan’s gaze fell on Natasha’s fair feet, which were already dotted with bits of grass. He asked curiously,

"Aren’t you cold?"

"In such a romantic moment, why must you always say things that ruin the mood?"

The corners of Natasha’s mouth lifted slightly in a barely-there smile.

She stepped lightly on the soft moss, as if it were the most comfortable carpet in the world.

Then, she slowly spread her arms, her posture as elegant as a ballerina twirling on stage. She spun lightly as she ambled forward contentedly.

Her long, golden hair fluttered gently in the night wind, and the animal-hide coat draped over her swayed along with her movements.

She seemed to merge with the Wilderness Tundra, creating a uniquely beautiful picture.

Feng Shan just stood there quietly.

His eyes followed the crazy woman’s every move, his heart a mixture of anger and helplessness.

’If you didn’t have a way to get a Fishing Permit for the Russian Sea Area, I couldn’t care less if you live or die.’

At this moment, Feng Shan felt like a duck being roasted over a fire,

trapped in a dilemma.

On one hand, he couldn’t stand Natasha’s willful behavior. On the other, he couldn’t bear to lose the Fishing Permit that was crucial for his camp’s development.

His gaze wandered over to Natasha involuntarily.

Bathed in the brilliant colors of the aurora in the night sky, Natasha looked like an elegant goddess descended from the heavens.

Her meticulously styled golden hair had come undone, flowing like a bolt of lustrous golden silk.

As she spun lightly, her golden hair danced wantonly in the air, every strand seeming to speak of freedom and spontaneity.

Feng Shan sighed softly. He had to admit that Natasha was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Her beauty was like the brightest star in the night sky, making it impossible to look away.

If she didn’t have that pride so deeply ingrained in her bones, perhaps the two of them could really cast aside their prejudices and become friends.

Frankly, Natasha was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in his life.

Of course, if it weren’t for that bone-deep pride of hers, maybe they could have been friends.

But the reality was, the moment she opened her mouth, that arrogant attitude would come rushing out.

It gave Feng Shan a headache; he felt like his head was about to explode from anger.

VRMMMM!!

The roar of a snowmobile grew louder as it approached.

Ma Wei skillfully handled the handlebars, riding the vehicle steadily to a stop beside Feng Shan.

He hopped off, looked at Natasha in the distance, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. He winked deliberately, leaned close to Feng Shan, and whispered,

"Boss, today’s a romantic day. Enjoy it."

After saying that, he quickly pulled a stack of something from his pocket.

Without another word, he stuffed it into Feng Shan’s hand, then left with big strides, holding back a wicked laugh without looking back.

’Enjoy what?’

Puzzled, Feng Shan looked down at the things Ma Wei had stuffed into his hand.

One look was all it took for him to nearly faint from anger.

There on the packaging were a few bold words: The Savior of Life, Elf-Guard!!

Fuck!

’Like I need this shit? And he gave me a whole stack! Does he think I’m a wimp like Frank?!’

Annoyed, Feng Shan stuffed the stack of Elf-Guards into his pocket.

He got on the snowmobile, gunned the throttle, and sped toward Natasha.

Arriving beside Natasha, he jutted out his chin, putting on a cool act. He coolly extended a hand and said loudly,

"Hey, beautiful. Want to go for a ride?"

Hearing Feng Shan’s invitation, Natasha first rolled her eyes beautifully before extending her hand.

Just as Feng Shan was about to grab her outstretched hand and pull her onto the vehicle, his gaze inadvertently swept over her bare feet, and his movement froze.

"Wait,"

Feng Shan blurted out. He got up, jumped off the snowmobile, and circled Natasha, scrutinizing her from top to bottom.

Natasha was baffled by his stare, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

Just as she was about to ask, Feng Shan spoke first.

"You’re not planning to go to the bus camp barefoot, are you? You know, once we leave this patch of Tundra, the temperature outside is minus 40 degrees. Your feet will be frozen solid in minutes."

"Then why haven’t you taken off your shoes for me?" Natasha retorted, not showing any weakness. She tilted her chin up, her posture as elegant as a noble swan, her eyes filled with provocation.

’You...’

’Can’t swear. Gotta be a gentleman.’

Feng Shan was just about to blurt out a curse.

But the word was on the tip of his tongue when he remembered Natasha had just admonished him to be a gentleman.

He forced himself to swallow the word back down, a speechless expression on his face.

"My feet stink. If you want to wear them, I don’t care."

As he spoke, Feng Shan pulled his feet out of his heavy boots.

Even in the open wilderness with air circulating all around, the faint smell of stinky feet still wafted out.

After pulling his feet out, Feng Shan deliberately raised his eyebrows, his eyes challenging, as if he were daring Natasha.

’They stink this bad. You dare wear them?’

"This is nothing. Have you ever stayed in a room full of corpses for three days?" Natasha was completely unfazed by Feng Shan’s provocation. A flash of disdain crossed her eyes, her tone as flat as if she were recounting some trivial matter.

After speaking, she slid her fair feet directly into the stinky boots.

There wasn’t even a hint of disgust on her face, as if the boots didn’t smell at all.

’What the—!’

’A room full of corpses.’

’What have you been through?’

Feng Shan’s mouth fell slightly agape, his face a mask of astonishment.

For a moment, he had no idea what to say next.

His mind raced, trying to picture the scene Natasha had described.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside him: shock, sympathy, and a touch of bewilderment.

The atmosphere turned awkward. The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of the wind howling across the wilderness.

"Drive, sir." Natasha didn’t seem to want to explain further, her voice flat and calm, without a single ripple of emotion.

She gracefully sat on the back of the snowmobile and patted the seat lightly, as if to remind Feng Shan.

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