Is he really a man?

Feng Ci left the reception with a satisfied grin on her face. 

That woman had refused to relent no matter what she offered. Who was she acting all righteous for? She would deal with her later. 

It was not that she was at a loss—she, Feng Ci, was never at a loss. She just didn't want to let the receptionist off. What would that say about her pride? But in actual fact, she should thank her. Because of her adamant refusal, she had thought of a better plan to get closer to Xiehan. 

She went to her room, ordered for a few adjustments to be made to suit her comfort then went to the bathroom. She added rose petals into her water and soaked for half an hour. She only left the tub when she was feeling calm enough and changed into a beautiful nightgown.