Natasha's Thoughts

Shangguan Jinghong held her teacup, her expression calm, even with a knowing smile. She understood men all too well, and she knew exactly how to win people's hearts and manage these intricate relationships for Lin Feng.

Natasha is a cash cow on the stage, but once she's inside, she becomes the most reliable chain binding the entire exotic dance troupe together.

Sister Hong took a small sip of tea, her tone indifferent, "If you like it, stay. Why ask me about something so simple?"

With those words, Lin Feng had no more reservations.

He reached out and lifted Natasha's chin with his fingertips. The woman took his hand, rubbed her face against his palm, and let out a soft, satisfied moan.

"Have you thought it through?" Lin Feng looked into her eyes, his voice deep. "If you're with me, then behave yourself. On stage, you're the lead dancer; off stage, your body and heart can only belong to me."

"I know." Natasha tilted her head back, her eyes both alluring and devout, and kissed his fingertips with her red lips. "I was... the boss. From the first day I stepped onto this stage."

She tiptoed and leaned in, her wine-red lips, sweet as candied fruit, pressing against his. The belt of her robe had somehow come undone, and her full breasts pressed against his chest, the soft, supple touch penetrating through the thin dance costume.

Shangguan Jinghong closed the tea room door behind him with a soft "click," shutting out all outside noise.

The room was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and warm light.

Natasha remained kneeling on the carpet, still massaging Lin Feng's legs. The moment the door closed, the deliberately restrained allure in her eyes suddenly ignited like a flame blown by the wind.

She didn't rush to move, but simply looked up at him.

The warm light from the overhead lamp illuminated her face, making it appear almost unrealistically alluring. Her deep golden, wavy hair cascaded loosely down her chest, her smoky eyes naturally upturned at the corners, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were full, painted with dark red lipstick. They were slightly pursed, and the corners of her lips naturally carried a hint of a smile, making her seem seductive even when she wasn't smiling.

"Boss..." she began, her Chinese halting, but her voice low and soft, gently brushing against one's eardrums, "Sister Hong is gone, and now it's just the two of us here."

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, not saying a word, only looking down at her with a deep gaze.

This silence only makes people more eager to know what's going on.

Natasha licked her red lips, and her hand, which was resting on his leg, slowly slid up an inch. Her fingertips were cool, and through the fabric of his trousers, they brushed against him almost imperceptibly, the movement slow as if testing the waters, or perhaps inviting him.

"Since I came here, I've met many men." She gently rubbed his eyes, gazing into them as she spoke, her voice soft and tender, "When they looked at me, their eyes only had... that kind of thing in them."

"Only the boss is different."

She took a half-step forward on her knees, kneeling between his legs, getting even closer. The neckline of her black nightgown was already loose, and with this lowered position, her wine-red sequined dance costume and large expanses of snow-white skin were almost exposed, her full curves pressed together to form a deep, dazzling cleavage.

"I was on stage the first time the boss came to the dance studio," she said softly, her fingertips climbing up his belt buckle but not unfastening it, just lightly touching it. "I've been dancing for so many years, with hundreds of eyes in the audience, and I saw you at a glance."

"When others look at me, they see me as an object. Only when you look at me do you see me as... a person."

She spoke with a mix of truth and falsehood; sweet talk was a woman's forte. But the sincerity in her eyes and the slight tremor of her red lips made it impossible not to believe her.

Lin Feng finally reached out and pinched her chin.

With a flick of his fingertips, he forced her to tilt her head back even higher. Natasha obediently raised her neck, letting out a soft, satisfied sigh. Her neck was long and fair, and even the pale blue veins were visible under the light. The thin straps of her dance costume slipped down to her arms, revealing her rounded shoulders.

"You have a sweet tongue." Lin Feng ran his thumb over her lower lip, the dark red lipstick smudged a little, adding a touch of messy allure.

"It's not just sweet talk." She took his hand, pressed his palm against her face, and rubbed it affectionately. Then, to his astonishment, she lowered her head and placed a kiss on his fingertips.

The lips were soft and warm, and the kiss was very gentle!

Her eyelashes drooped, and when she raised them again, her light brown eyes were filled with moisture, looking at him with a wet, alluring gaze mixed with a touch of pitifulness.

"My family was very poor in Odessa," she said softly, her breathing becoming rapid. "I thought this was how my life would be."

"The boss gave me a stage, gave me money, and sent tuition fees to my younger siblings." She placed her hand on her chest, pressing it against her heart, and the full curve of her breasts was squeezed into a deeper cleavage. "Every day here, I'm telling Natasha—you have to repay the boss."

"Natasha gives the boss whatever he wants."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood on tiptoe and moved closer to me.

Dark red lips, carrying an unmistakable invitation, gently pressed against Raymond Lam's lips.

At first, she only touched him cautiously and tentatively. When she saw that he did not push her away, she became bolder, climbed her arms up his neck, and pressed her softly against him.

The wine-red sequined dance costume was cool and smooth, but the body beneath it was burning hot. Her full breasts pressed heavily against his chest, and the soft, bouncy sensation was clearly felt as she trembled slightly and rubbed against him.

Her kissing skills were superb, possessing the innate passion and tenderness of an exotic woman. Her tongue, sweet with the taste of candied fruit and red wine, gradually lured him into a state of ecstasy. The moans that escaped his throat were suppressed, muffled by their intertwined breaths.

Lin Feng grabbed the back of her head with his other hand, turning the tables on her.

This woman is incredibly seductive, yet she knows exactly when to reveal a touch of awkwardness and shyness, turning the act of "seduction" into a willing sacrifice.

He gently lifted her off the blanket.

Natasha gasped and straddled his lap, her robes billowing out like two black wings.

She was tall and slender, with an astonishingly thin waist, tightly bound by her dance costume. Above her were her ample bosom, and below were her long, shapely legs, partially revealed through the high slit.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, forehead to forehead, their breaths hot, his light brown eyes so close, reflecting his image clearly.

"Boss..." she murmured near his lips, her waist swaying uncontrollably, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "Take Natasha..."

"Natasha will be very good, very good..."

Outside the window, the Mirror Moon Pavilion is shrouded in the deep darkness of night; inside, the warm pavilion is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Lin Feng scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the cushioned daybed deep inside the tea room. The woman clung lightly to him, her red lips kissing his way from his chin to his Adam's apple, the soft kisses mingling with suppressed breaths, sprinkling onto his neck.

She trembled as she unzipped her sequined dance costume.

The lights were dim and warm, creating a romantic atmosphere.

It was a body sculpted by years of dancing; her full breasts sprang out the moment the restraints loosened, tracing soft, full curves in the warm light.

She had a slender waist, rounded hips, and long, shapely legs with smooth muscle lines. She displayed herself without any concealment, even with a hint of ingratiation.

"Look..." She took his hand and placed it on her waist, her eyes sparkling, her red lips curving into a seductive smile, "Natasha, isn't she beautiful?"

The rest of the words were swallowed up in the lingering kiss.

She is indeed very well-behaved.

She obediently catered to his every move, passionately responded to his every action, and when she was seductive, it was as if she wanted to drain him dry...

After an unknown amount of time, the storm in the room gradually subsided.

Natasha nestled limply in Lin Feng's arms, her body feeling as if all her bones had been removed. She was covered in sweat, her deep golden curls clinging to her flushed cheeks and neck. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving violently, a thin layer of sweat covering her full breasts, gleaming like pearls under the light, yet a satisfied smile played on her lips.

"From now on... Natasha is the boss's woman." She nestled in his arms, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers, her voice hoarse and languid, with a heavy nasal tone, "I'll only dance for the boss."

"I don't want a title, I don't want to compete with those older sisters." She looked up and kissed his chin, her eyes both alluring and submissive. "I just want a cage, a beautiful canary belonging to the boss. That's enough."

Lin Feng looked down at the radiant and alluring woman in his arms, and reached out to tuck her loose curly hair behind her ear.

The more sensible and clear-headed a woman is, the more people want to cherish her.

"Starting tomorrow, you won't need to live in the dance troupe's dormitory anymore," Lin Feng said. "We'll reserve a suite for you on the top floor; move in there. You'll continue to be the lead dancer with the troupe, and you'll receive all the same benefits. I'll have someone arrange things for your family; you don't need to worry about your younger siblings' tuition or your mother's illness anymore."

Natasha's eyes lit up instantly. Instead of offering many words of gratitude, she snuggled back into his arms, burying her face in his chest, and said seductively, "Boss, that place...would you like to try it...?"

"Um?"

……

The corridor outside was dimly lit. She leaned against the door frame, gazing at the still brightly lit club downstairs, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Inside this building, the stage was filled with exotic charm, while offstage, the drama unfolded of human relationships and worldly affairs. She arranged everything perfectly for Raymond Lam.

The next morning, Lin Feng signed a special contract in his office.

The other party to the contract is a well-known business consulting firm in Beijing, led by a top domestic capital operation team specializing in business warfare, mergers and acquisitions, and financial chain killings. Their legal fees are exorbitantly high, starting at seven figures, with the outcome of the deal being separate.

Looking at the amount on the contract, Ouyang Qian was somewhat taken aback: "Is it really worth this price to hire them?"

"Worth it." Lin Feng put down his pen, his eyes sharp. "Leave professional matters to the most professional people. Let Sister Hong dig into Ma Hongtao's dirty deeds; let these capital experts pry into Qian Litong's weaknesses. I want to see how long his shady business can last."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the endless stream of cars.

Hongyuan Building Materials, Tonglian Logistics.

Two clueless outsiders thought they could take advantage of the simultaneous commencement of several of his major projects to break into Cangzhou and seize a piece of the pie.

What they didn't know was that Lin Feng never fought unprepared battles, much less engaged in hand-to-hand combat in the mud.

What he wanted to do was use these two chickens that had barged into his doorstep as a warning to all the monkeys in Jiangbei who coveted Cangzhou—

Those who offend Shuke will pay a heavy price, losing everything.

The curtain has been raised on the business war.