Chapter 286: Yang Fei's Sleepless Night
Zhang Yang became excited… our Lulu really is great, she learns anything that's good.
But after glancing at the list, he felt something lacking: "Sexy dance… too bad there's no music!"
"We have a phone!" Xu Danlu smiled sweetly, grabbed Gao Qi's handbag, skillfully took out her iPhone 5, and tapped quickly.
Immediately, a passionate track started playing, mixed with low panting and seductive moans, practically the same style as those 'Eighteen Touches' in bars. Big-Boobs Lulu really had material—she even kept this kind of music ready…
The volume wasn't loud, but enough to fill the entire room.
Lulu glanced at him, then reached out and lifted her fiery red short skirt, revealing snow‑white thighs enough to make blood boil. Zhang Yang took one look—and she was wearing nothing underneath…
Halfway through her dance, Zhang Yang already couldn't hold back. He reached out, wrapped an arm around her soft waist, and pressed her onto the bed. Holding her flushed face between both hands, he leaned down and captured her rosy lips, pried open her teeth somewhat roughly, while a blazing heat rose and burned inside him…
In an instant, the whole room filled with warmth and fragrance. Gao Qi, who had just finished showering in the bathroom, heard the commotion outside and didn't even dry herself properly before slipping out completely naked…
Maybe she was too excited—her voice couldn't be controlled at all…
"Qiqi… that item isn't included on the service list… you know?"
"It's the middle of the night, everyone's asleep, and there aren't many guests in this hotel anyway… what's there to fear…"
The hotel was an L-shaped building, and Zhang Yang's room was right at the corner. Diagonally across from him was Yang Fei's room.
By the time Zhang Yang and the others realized what they were doing, it was already too late. Yang Fei had pulled open the curtains and pushed open her window, and faintly, carried by the wind, she heard waves of moans enough to make anyone blush and lose composure.
Of course she knew what those sounds meant, and she also knew that Zhang Yang stayed diagonally across. From the sound alone, she could even tell how many people were involved…
Yang Fei's mood had already been unsettled. Hearing these sounds made her heart ache sharply…
Feeling irritated, she closed the window, pulled the curtains shut, turned off the TV, letting the room sink into darkness. Then she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.
But somehow—even though she could no longer hear the sounds—those heart‑pounding noises continued echoing in her mind, refusing to fade.
"It's all that guy's fault. If he hadn't seen everything today, I wouldn't have so much trouble falling asleep." After tossing around for a long time, Yang Fei reached behind her head for her phone and checked the time—it was already past two.
"Ugh!" Yang Fei pouted in frustration and sat up. Her slender, snow‑white fingers slipped into her long black hair as she rubbed it, pursed her lips, then got out of bed.
"Feels like I'm a little hungry." She hadn't slept for so long, and she also got carsick easily. She hadn't eaten much when rushing over earlier.
After thinking for a moment, she simply changed clothes, put on her coat, and opened the room door.
According to Gao Qi, there was a 24-hour shop downstairs. She planned to buy something to eat and clear her head.
Going out to clear her head in the cold sounded childish—but Yang Fei had done it plenty of times before.
They were staying on the fifth floor. The corridor was empty, only dim yellow lights shining across the open passageway, making it look a bit scary. But Yang Fei had been on her own since childhood—she felt no fear and simply walked slowly to the elevator.
After a moment, the elevator arrived. It was small, and Yang Fei stepped in naturally and pressed the button for the first floor.
But as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw there were quite a few people in the hotel lobby, and it seemed like an argument was happening.
She swept a casual glance—no one she knew—so she couldn't be bothered to care.
"Miss, do you know who I am? Believe it or not, with one phone call, I can drag your boss out of bed!" A somewhat arrogant male voice boomed across the wide hotel lobby, accompanied by repeated slapping sounds as his palm hit the marble front desk.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but the entire fifth floor is booked. The fourth floor is empty—maybe you could…" The receptionist trembled as she spoke, clearly overwhelmed by the man's aggressive aura.
The hotel security guard didn't dare say a word. He just stood by, smiling cautiously.
"The fourth floor? You call that living? Are you doing this on purpose to disgust me?!" The arrogant man slammed the marble counter again and shouted, "I'm giving you five minutes. Tell those people to get lost immediately!"
"But…" The receptionist's eyes filled with tears.
Smack! Before she even finished, the man slapped her. The crisp sound, along with his repeated demand for the people on the fifth floor to get out, made Yang Fei involuntarily glance over again.
In front of the reception desk stood five strong-looking men. The one who slapped her wore a thick gold chain, had a buzzcut, a black jacket, white jeans, and three earrings in one ear. He looked around twenty, about 1.8 meters tall, and fairly handsome. Two of the others wore grey suits and had cold expressions.
The remaining two stood further behind. One had a stern face, pale skin, tall and thin, wearing a white suit and white-framed glasses. The other had dark skin, wearing a black suit, black tie, and black sunglasses—he was black from head to toe. Together, the two looked like Yin-Yang twin reapers.
But Yang Fei's gaze skipped the thin man with white glasses and instead landed on the black‑clad man. She frowned slightly—she knew him.
It was the same guy from Peony Lake at Meining University—the guy who randomly said he wanted to know her. Zhang Yang had called him the Black Crow, beat him up, and threw him into the lake.
The world really was small. How did she meet him here again?
Yang Fei didn't know his name was Cai Yu, nor his true identity, nor that Zhang Yang already had a deep grudge with him because of her.
The sound of the elevator arriving must've alerted the men in the lobby. After slapping the receptionist, the buzzcut man saw her crying and became even angrier. He rolled up his sleeves, clearly preparing to cause more trouble.
But at that moment, two of the grey‑suited men glanced toward the elevator and simultaneously let out a startled "Ah!"
One of them quickly jabbed the buzzcut man with his elbow, pointed at Yang Fei, and swallowed hard: "Young Master Shi… a beauty."
"Beauty?" The buzzcut man instantly turned around to look—and froze.
Even the usually emotionless Cai Yu turned his head slightly, saw Yang Fei—and froze as well.
Everyone—except the crying receptionist and the security guard—stared directly at Yang Fei.
Especially the buzzcut man—his rolled-up sleeves froze mid-air.
Gulp! The sound of swallowing echoed unabashedly.
"Sir, she's the guest staying on the fifth floor. I wasn't lying…" The receptionist, still crying, looked hopeful when she saw Yang Fei—it was as if she had finally been saved.
"Oh? Is that so? So the fifth floor is booked by this young lady. Why didn't you say so earlier?" The buzzcut man's tone instantly softened, becoming polite.
Then he walked directly toward Yang Fei.
Yang Fei glanced at him once, lowered her eyelids indifferently, and didn't bother looking at him again. She headed toward the hotel entrance. She noticed a 24-hour shop right across the street.
"Miss!" The buzzcut man blocked her path. "Can we talk for a moment?"
He approached her. Only now did Yang Fei see his full appearance—handsome, well‑built, with a small mustache and a tattoo on his neck.
He gave off the vibe of someone who mixed in shady circles—very unpleasant.
Yang Fei showed no expression at all. She simply looked at him once. She was already tall—1.73 meters—and with her 10‑cm heeled boots, she reached 1.83 meters. The buzzcut man wore sneakers, so standing together like this, he looked shorter than she was.
So her expressionless stare actually pressured him. He instinctively took a step back.
Seeing him step back, Yang Fei tightened her purple coat, ignored him, and continued toward the exit.
"Miss!" The buzzcut man felt humiliated after being ignored. He hurried forward again and blocked her path.
"Let's talk. Don't be in such a hurry to leave." His hand reached out—just ten more centimeters and he would've touched Yang Fei's towering chest.
Yang Fei frowned slightly and shifted her body aside, showing clear disgust. She stopped walking and looked at him without speaking.
Seeing she didn't speak but her long legs pressed together, he understood her body language—"If you have something to say, say it quickly."
Though annoyed, he held back his temper and grinned: "The receptionist just said the best rooms are all booked by you. How about discussing this—give us five rooms, so my brothers and I won't have to sleep on the street?"
Yang Fei looked at him and slightly furrowed her brows, finally replying calmly: "Move."