Sir, shall we fight the landlord tonight

“Holy moly, take a look at this.”

Yi Feng stopped in his tracks, drooling as he ogled the two women. He nudged Rui Xiaoyu with his elbow and whispered, “Bro, these are the real deal. If I could have one, I’d die happy.”

Hearing this, Rui Xiaoyu immediately rolled his eyes at Wang Xuan.

This guy is shameless!

When he already has a decent woman by his side, he's still eyeing others. Thankfully his Rui Xiaoyu didn't hear that.

"Alas, beauties like them are only for us to admire from afar. Who knows which lucky bastard gets to dine with them." Despite his desire, Wang Xuan knew his place. He clapped Yi Feng's shoulder in disappointment.

But before his voice faded, the two women were already headed straight for them.

"Sir."

"Sir."

One voice was gentle.

The other sultry.

The scene made everyone's heart itch.

Jealousy permeated the entire restaurant.

Of course, the most dumbfounded was Wang Xuan beside them. His mouth hung wide open, large enough to fit an egg, as he gaped at Yi Feng in shock.

"Psst!"

"Bro, you're the man!"

Wang Xuan looked meaningfully at Yi Feng, giving him a big thumbs up. His eyes were full of admiration.

Yi Feng smiled at him, then said to the two women, "Let's go, time to eat."

After bidding Wang Xuan farewell, Yi Feng went to the reserved table under the envious gazes of everyone else. To show his gratitude, this was the best seat in the house.

Conspicuous and prominent.

Soon, plates of delicious food were brought out.

"Sir, have this."

Mao Yun'er picked up some meat and fed it to Yi Feng with her chopsticks.

Seeing this, Yao Ling'er's face changed. She also picked up a bite of food and put it in Yi Feng's bowl, unwilling to fall behind as she said, "Sir, eat this one I prepared."

Mao Yun’er frowned prettily. She edged closer to Yi Feng and went so far as to pick up food with her own chopsticks to feed him.

"Please, there's no need for this."

Yi Feng awkwardly declined, but could not refuse her hospitality. He opened his mouth helplessly.

Yao Ling’er's face was icy as she glared venomously at Mao Yun'er. But in front of Yi Feng, she dared not act rashly. She was also determined not to lose to a mortal woman in front of Ning Xuanwu.

"Sir, you must be tired from the walk here. Let me massage your shoulders."

Having put down her chopsticks, she got up from her seat and went behind Yi Feng. Her delicate hands rested on his shoulders, gently kneading them.

"Damn!"

"F*ck this!"

"Eating my ass!"

"Getting force fed dog food while I’m just trying to eat."

Seeing this, countless male diners angrily put down their chopsticks and stormed off.

At the other table, Wang Xuan's eyes were also wide open.

This guy's got game!

Compared to Yi Feng, Wang Xuan was nothing. Even the woman beside him, Rui Xiaoyu, had lost her appeal.

"That's enough out of you two."

The women's underhanded battle didn't escape Yi Feng's notice. He tolerated it at first, but they were going too far now. His voice carried a hint of anger.

It wasn't that he was made of steel, but their overt maneuvering made him very uncomfortable.

Yi Feng's words startled the two women.

They hurried back to their seats, not daring to say another word.

"Don't take it to heart. I didn't mean anything by it."

Seeing their reaction, Yi Feng added reassuringly before continuing his meal.

The women restrained their actions, but their eyes were still locked in silent combat, neither gaining the upper hand just yet.

Unable to break the deadlock, Yao Ling'er's eyes flashed coldly as she lifted her red lips into a smile.

If that's the case, propriety be damned...

She simply called out, "Sir."

"Yes?"

Yi Feng looked up at her.

"Let's play cards together tonight."

Yao Ling'er fluttered her bewitching eyes alluringly at Yi Feng as she asked. Even she couldn't help blushing as she said those words.

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