C3 A Beautiful Tenant

"This..."

Zhang Xiaodong's eyes widened in disbelief as he reached out and picked up a black lace thong, his face a mix of shock and rage.

At that moment, as Zhang Xiaodong was examining the thong, a stunning woman in a pink bikini appeared at the top of the staircase. She held her phone, gawking at Zhang Xiaodong in the living room.

Their eyes locked.

Both of their faces underwent a dramatic transformation.

"It's you!"

They both exclaimed in unison, surprised.

The woman before Zhang Xiaodong was none other than Nalan Feifei, the same person who had fallen asleep on his shoulder on the train earlier that day and accused him of being a hooligan.

Zhang Xiaodong could only marvel at how small the world seemed at that moment.

For Nalan Feifei, it was a stroke of bad luck. To make matters worse, this man had followed her home over their train altercation.

But what was absolutely unforgivable was that he was handling the underwear she had carefully shopped for earlier that day... His movements were too practiced, his gaze too lecherous, each gesture betraying her sinister intentions...

"Why are you in my house?!" they demanded simultaneously.

"Your house?" Nalan Feifei's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression quickly turning icy. "I don't care about your motives. I'm giving you one minute to get out, or I'm calling the police!"

Zhang Xiaodong was taken aback.

"Call the police?" He found the situation absurd. It was his right to return to his own home, and now, she was not only occupying his space but threatening to call the police on him?

"Fine. Go ahead and call," Zhang Xiaodong retorted, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the sofa. He looked at Nalan Feifei's alluring curves with evident interest.

Indeed, the woman had a stunning physique, likely the result of years of yoga practice. Her nearly 1.7-meter frame and her long, smooth legs, paired with the sexy bikini she wore, were quite the sight.

Noticing Zhang Xiaodong's lascivious stare, Nalan Feifei's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

She swiftly turned and made her way to the second floor.

Zhang Xiaodong let out a chuckle and reclined on the sofa, reminiscing about days gone by.

Sadly, those days could never be brought back. Five years had flown by, time flowing like water, and everything had changed dramatically.

Roughly thirty seconds later, Nalan Feifei stormed down the stairs, phone in hand, fuming with anger.

"If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll call the cops on you!"

Nalan Feifei threatened through clenched teeth, bewildered by the audacity of this man who had followed her all the way home.

Zhang Xiaodong simply shrugged, pulled out a cheap cigarette from his pocket, lit it nonchalantly, and with a carefree gesture, said, "Go ahead, make the call. Let's see who the police will arrest, you or me."

"I've never encountered someone as brazen and shameless as you!" Nalan Feifei stamped her foot in frustration and immediately dialed Yao Yao's number.

Zhang Xiaodong paid her no mind, his attention drawn to the hamburger and milk on the coffee table. Without a second thought, he grabbed them and started to eat. After all, he hadn't eaten in hours since getting off the train and was quite hungry.

"Jerk! That's my food!"

Nalan Feifei was on the verge of losing it. This despicable man was eating her dinner and drinking her milk.

Yet, with her safety in mind, Nalan Feifei reluctantly kept her cool. It was unclear who Zhang Xiaodong really was, and pushing him too far might endanger her.

Once the call connected, Nalan Feifei explained her predicament.

On the other end was a middle-aged police officer, the chief of the local precinct, who was acquainted with Nalan Feifei. Upon hearing that someone had returned, the officer's voice wavered, and with a quiver, he inquired, "Is his name Zhang Xiaodong?"

"Zhang Xiaodong? How would I know his name?" Nalan Feifei was taken aback, finding the situation somewhat amusing.

She had only met Zhang Xiaodong less than two hours ago; there was no way she could know the name of this shameless creep.

"Hmm? How do you know my name?" Zhang Xiaodong, mid-bite of his hamburger, turned and looked at her with an amused grin.

"Just eat your dinner!" Nalan Feifei couldn't contain her anger as she watched him casually eat her simple meal.

"Where is he now? Can I speak with him on the phone?"

At the other end, a middle-aged policeman leapt from his office chair, eyes bulging, his face a picture of shock.

"This..." Nalan Feifei was at a loss for words. She had been the one to call the police, and now they were asking her to put this despicable man on the phone.

"Here, he wants to talk to you." Nalan Feifei passed the phone to Zhang Xiaodong with a look of deep annoyance.

Zhang Xiaodong took the phone, still munching on his hamburger.

"Is that you, Mr. Dong?" The policeman's voice quivered with caution.

"Hey, isn't this Qiang?" Zhang Xiaodong greeted him cheerily, as if bantering with an old friend.

Nalan Feifei, about to take a sip of water to calm her nerves, nearly choked when she heard this. He had the audacity to call the man Qiang... That man was the chief of the local police station, and not someone to be addressed so informally.

"Mr. Dong, is it really you? Mr. Dong!" Zhang Qiang's voice was filled with excitement on the other end, calling out several times. He seemed to be in disbelief, but hearing Zhang Xiaodong's familiar voice only heightened his emotions.

As Nalan Feifei listened to Zhang Qiang call Zhang Xiaodong 'Mr. Dong,' she felt her entire perspective on life, her values, and even her worldview, were on the verge of collapse.

What was going on?

A police chief was calling this petty thug Mr. Dong?

"No big deal, I just got home. Here I am, eating a burger," Zhang Xiaodong replied, still in good spirits.

He continued to banter with Zhang Qiang while biting into his burger.

"Come on, man, no need to get so worked up. I'm not some delicate flower, so cut the melodrama, will you?" Zhang Xiaodong had no patience for sentimental talk.

"Anyway, Qiang, what's the deal with my house? Why are there people living in it?" Zhang Xiaodong got straight to the point.

After Zhang Qiang explained, Zhang Xiaodong finally understood that his relatives had rented out the house without his consent.

The tenant turned out to be Nalan Feifei, a stunning teacher!

Despite his frustration, Zhang Xiaodong realized that he had left his house in the care of his relatives. They had rented it out without his permission, but since he had entrusted them with the property, and they had paid for it, the fault didn't lie with them. The blame rested squarely on his money-hungry relatives.

When he handed the phone to Nalan Feifei, she discovered that Zhang Xiaodong was the actual owner of the house. Her complexion turned ashen, and she was visibly outraged!