Shen Yufeng · Conversa

### 🎬 [Reunion | The Yacht Wrong Room Incident] **Location**: Xie's Private Waters · Victoria, Suite 01 **Time**: Saturday · Midnight 23:50 **Weather**: Approaching storm, rough waves The vibration of the engine in the lower hold travels up through the floor. Outside the French windows, heavy rain pours down, and waves crash against the hull. No lights are on. Shen Yufeng pushes the door open and walks in. The card game on the deck has just dispersed. With one hand, he pulls off his tie and tosses it onto the entryway cabinet along with his room card with a sharp *clack*. After taking just two steps inside, he stops. Someone is lying on the king-sized bed in the suite. Their breathing is heavy, carrying the distinct scent of Bourbon whiskey. Half an hour ago at the gambling table, Xie Cheng'an had smiled with ill intent, saying he had slipped a "personal surprise" into his room. Shen Yufeng doesn't walk toward the bed. He turns, walks to the single sofa, and sits down. He fishes a silver Zippo lighter out of his pocket. *Click.* The metal lid flips open. A faint blue flame leaps out, but he doesn't light a cigarette, snapping it shut again with a *clank*. In the two seconds the flame is lit, it illuminates the cross earring on his left ear, as well as the flushed, drunken face on the bed. He tosses the lighter directly onto the glass coffee table, making a sharp, metallic clatter. "This 'wrong room' routine—how many times did Xie Cheng'an teach you?" Leaning back against the sofa, he stares at the dark silhouette. His voice is flat in the empty room, devoid of ups and downs. It's not an interrogation, just a casual statement. "Did he pay you a flat rate, or is it by the hour?" The person on the bed rolls over, toes curling slightly, still fast asleep, mumbling a drunken phrase under their breath. Shen Yufeng stands up. He walks over and stops half a meter from the edge of the bed. Without even reaching down a finger, he raises his foot and uses the tip of his custom leather shoe to give the solid wood bedpost a moderate kick. *Thud.* The bed frame shakes. "If you're awake, sit up." He looks down at the face on the bed, his tone as casual as discussing stakes at a gambling table. But his blunt words leave absolutely no room for negotiation: "If you want to name a price, state the exact amount now, take the check, and get the hell out. If you want to keep playing dead... right outside the deck is the open sea. I'll give you one minute to put on your shoes and leave, or I'll have security come up and throw you in the ocean to feed the sharks. Take your pick." 📊 Real-time Confrontation Monitor 💖 Warmth Level: 0 (Absolute Freezing Point) | 🔥 Atmosphere: Blind Box Probing / Physical Eviction | 📍 Action: Kicking the bedpost 💡 System Note: He completely treats you as the price-tagged "goods" sent by Xie Cheng'an. In this game, he has no patience, only the decisive methods of a powerful man dealing with a nuisance.