Landlord in the Arctic

A few familiar figures appeared in everyone’s line of sight.

Natasha, at the head of the group, was like a dazzling star. She instantly captured the attention of every man in the restaurant, making their eyes light up.

She was wearing a uniquely charming, dark red qipao.

Her signature long, golden hair was coiled into a high bun, artfully adorned with several exquisite hairpins, giving her the elegance of a noble lady from the ancient East.

The slit of the qipao ended precisely at her knee.

This length was perfectly judged—not so high as to be vulgar and lose its dignity...

...nor so low as to be overly conservative, hiding the allure a qipao should have.

Her every move was graceful and poised.

The qipao has always been recognized in the fashion world as the garment that best accentuates a woman’s curves.

From ancient times to the present, fashion trends have constantly changed, offering a dazzling array of gorgeous attire.

But when it came to flawlessly outlining the female form, the qipao was undoubtedly the unrivaled champion. Nothing else came close.

It followed the contours of a woman’s body, precisely showcasing every soft and graceful line.

However, as beautiful as the qipao was, it was also extremely particular about the wearer’s figure.

Very few women could wear a qipao with true charm and style.

This was because a qipao not only required an impressive height but also a curvaceous figure to perfectly match its temperament.

Otherwise, if one’s proportions were off, wearing a qipao could easily look awkward and out of place.

Instead of displaying one’s charm, it would become a poor imitation, a pale comparison.

Feng Mountain stood frozen in place, staring blankly.

He had never imagined that a foreign woman, especially one as proud and assertive as Natasha...

...could look so breathtakingly beautiful in a qipao.

She already had a tall, voluptuous figure, and her long, straight legs were now faintly visible through the slit of her dress.

With every step she took, it was as if a gentle breeze stirred the hem of her skirt, carrying with it a hint of nobility and allure.

Adding to that was Natasha’s innate queenly aura.

It blended with the traditional Eastern qipao, creating a brilliant spark where Eastern and Western aesthetics collided, complementing each other perfectly.

She exuded a unique and irresistible charm.

If there was one flaw to point out, it would be the boots on Natasha’s feet.

The boots were a complete mismatch for her graceful qipao.

Their style was old-fashioned and clumsy, their color dull and lifeless. They were jarringly ugly.

You could say they were ugly as sin.

Feng Mountain did recognize that he had made these boots by hand and given them to Natasha this very morning at the bus camp.

But setting aside his personal feelings...

...if Natasha had worn a pair of elegant high heels instead, her outfit would have been absolutely flawless.

Then again...

...this small imperfection didn’t diminish Natasha’s radiance at all. On the contrary, it created a unique contrast that further highlighted her transcendent, standalone beauty.

Feng Mountain was thrown into a fluster by Natasha’s stunning appearance.

To hide his inner turmoil, he feigned composure with a few light coughs to clear his throat before finally stepping forward.

He didn’t dare to look directly into her deep, sapphire-blue eyes. Instead, he lowered his gaze and said in a slightly shy tone,

"You look... very beautiful today."

Natasha watched Feng Mountain’s awkwardness, feeling secretly pleased. She was very satisfied with his reaction.

She lifted her chin slightly, a confident smile playing on her lips.

She spun around slowly and gracefully, showing off the alluring curves of her figure in the qipao for Feng Mountain to see.

"Since we’re having Chinese food, I specially picked out a Chinese qipao. What do you think?"

"Whoa, this woman is even prettier than Sufen." Feng Jun’s jaw dropped. He smacked his lips a few times, his eyes glued to Natasha, filled with awe.

But he quickly realized something and forced himself to look away.

He thought to himself, ’A woman with such an outstanding temperament, so far out of reach, is simply not someone a common person like me can ever get close to. Sufen’s big pot of stew is more practical, more down-to-earth.’

"Holy Mother Mary, that woman is gorgeous," Alvin said, staring at Natasha without blinking, as if he were under a spell. Even his girlfriend beside him seemed to lose her luster, completely overshadowed by Natasha’s charm.

"Hu Zi, Brother Shan clearly gave me those boots last time. How come Sister Natasha is wearing them? Brother Shan is so biased."

Xiaohua had sharp eyes and immediately recognized the origin of the boots on Natasha’s feet.

She pouted at once, a look of displeasure on her face.

She grumbled about how Brother Shan could give away something he had given to her.

When Hu Zi heard Xiaohua’s words, his eyes widened, and he was left speechless.

He wanted to say, ’When Brother Shan gave you the boots, you said they were too ugly and refused to take them no matter what. So how did they suddenly become yours now?’

But the words died on his lips, and he forced himself to swallow them.

’If I actually say that,’ he thought, ’with Xiaohua’s petty temper, I won’t be allowed to sleep in bed for at least half a month. I might even end up on the floor.’

After a moment of stunned silence, Feng Mountain came to his senses and quickly said,

"That dress suits you very well. I thought you guys weren’t coming. Dinner’s about to start, so find a place to sit."

His mumbled reply was slightly rushed, and his gaze was evasive, as if he still hadn’t fully recovered from the shock of her beauty.

"You’re the one cooking. Why wouldn’t we come?" Natasha’s lips curled up slightly, a hint of slyness in her eyes.

She then slowly looked around at everyone in the hall, straightened her back, and gave a slight nod, greeting them with a polite yet elegant gesture.

Her posture was like that of a noble queen surveying her subjects.

Just then, Fiona emerged from a corner, holding Xiong Er.

The moment she saw Natasha, her eyes went wide.

She was instantly captivated by Natasha’s face and her beautiful qipao.

She immediately became Natasha’s little fangirl.

Fiona blinked her big, watery eyes and eagerly fired off a series of questions.

"Big sister, are you Princess Elsa? Do you have a Xuebao? Can you use Ice and Snow Magic to make an Ice and Snow Palace?"

YIP YIP YIP!

Xiong Er also seemed to sense Natasha’s charm.

It let out a few soft, fawning yips.

"What a cute little white bear." A gentle smile appeared on Natasha’s face as she reached out and gently patted Xiong Er’s head.

Then, she turned and patiently answered Fiona’s questions.

"I’m not Princess Elsa, I’m Princess Natasha. I don’t know magic, but I do know how to use an AK-47. And RPGs. Anti-tank mines, too."

WOW!

Fiona’s mouth fell open, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

Her little face was filled with reverence and envy. In that moment, Natasha was Princess Elsa in her mind.

What a response!

’The kid asks you about magic, and you answer with an arsenal.’

Feng Mountain’s speechless gaze passed over Natasha to the three people behind her. "Auntie Natalia, Uncle Frank, Andrei."

"Buddy, I hear you’re heading back to China the day after tomorrow." Perhaps thanks to the miraculous effects of the Body Strengthening Spell, Frank looked like a new man, his features once again radiating masculine confidence and vigor.

He walked forward with Natalia on his arm, a hearty smile on his face.

"Going back to take care of some things," Feng Mountain replied with a simple nod.

"Have a safe trip." Frank nodded lightly, then let go of Auntie Natalia’s arm and opened his own, pulling Feng Mountain into a warm embrace.

As they hugged, he leaned close to Feng Mountain’s ear and whispered, "If you ever need help, remember to give me a call. Anytime."

As for Andrei...

...although he had confirmed that Her Highness hadn’t been mistreated, the fact remained that she had been alone with a man, which left a bad taste in his mouth.

Naturally, he didn’t have a pleasant expression for Feng Mountain.

He let out a cold snort, his face full of disdain.

Then, he strode over to Natasha’s side and, after stopping, turned his body slightly, taking on a protective stance.

’Did he eat Gunpowder or something?’

Feng Mountain watched Andrei’s actions, completely baffled. He couldn’t understand why the man held such strong animosity toward him.

However, seeing that all the guests had arrived, it wasn’t a good time to dwell on it. He pushed the question to the back of his mind for now.

He clapped his hands and, with an enthusiastic smile, urged everyone to take their seats and get ready to eat.

Soon, the restaurant was buzzing with activity. Everyone gathered around, clinking glasses and filling the air with laughter and cheerful conversation.

The joyful sounds spilled out through the restaurant doors and into the air outside.

It brought an atmosphere of merriment to the entire camp.

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