As Xu Hao and his group had just descended the stairs, they saw a heavily made-up, scantily clad young woman screaming and shouting at the front desk.

The hotel manager kindly suggested that she stop screaming, but she paid no heed as if she owned the place.

Pointing at the hotel manager's nose, she said coldly, "Are you the manager of this hotel? I already had someone say we, the Zhang family, booked this hotel. Why won't you let us have it?"

In a calm voice, the hotel manager replied, "Third Miss Zhang Yu, although you said you'd book our hotel, you have not paid a deposit."

"I am the distinguished Third Miss of the Zhang family; would I go back on my word and not pay you the deposit?" Zhang Yu retorted angrily.

Initially, there were no customers in the hotel, but with Zhang Yu's identity revealed and her piercing high-decibel voice, more and more people flocked to see the commotion from afar.

The hotel manager argued on principle, "Doesn't everyone know about your conduct, Zhang Yu, Third Miss?"

Upon hearing him publicly criticize Zhang Yu, many people were instantly stunned.

He must be crazy!

Doesn't he know that the last thing Zhang Yu wants is for someone to speak ill of her?

Stubborn, arrogant, indolent, extravagant...

Nearly all negative Chinese idioms could be applied to Zhang Yu, and even some members of the Zhang family felt her presence disgraced their family name.

However, Zhang Yu didn't care at all. Far from ashamed, she took pride in her unruliness and saw herself as innovatively self-indulgent.

But she wouldn't allow others to speak of her that way because she knew it was an insult.

So, when she heard the hotel manager's words, she became extremely angry and snapped, "Does your little hotel no longer want to stay in business? How dare you insult me—do you believe I won't have my Zhang family come and smash this place up?"

Hearing Zhang Yu threaten the hotel manager, although many were reluctant to admit it, they had to acknowledge that Zhang Yu indeed had the capital to make good on her threat, and the Zhang family the power to enact it.

A mere small hotel was nothing before the Zhang family and would be crushed in minutes.

Yet the hotel manager said, "Miss Zhang Yu, please don't go too far. North district three ultimately belongs to Young Master Xu, not your Zhang family."

Zhang Yu responded without panic, scoffing, "Ha! It's not the Zhang family's? So what? I heard that Xu Hao was beaten into a cripple on the night of Double Ninth Festival and is probably cowering at home right now! I must make the man who hit my boyfriend today unable to dine in peace! I was just thinking of giving him a minor lesson, but since you're so unwilling to show respect, I might have to take severe measures! Is he in this hotel? Take me to him!"

The hotel manager couldn't help but glance upstairs, just in time to see Xu Hao and his party descending the stairs.

Seeing Xu Hao coming down from upstairs, the hotel manager was overjoyed and hurried over, saying, "Young Master Xu, you've arrived just in time. Third Miss Zhang Yu from the Zhang family is being completely unreasonable! She first sent someone to call saying they'd booked our hotel, and considering they're the Zhang family, a notable lineage, I figured they wouldn't renege despite not having paid a deposit, so I didn't give it another thought. Clearly, she booked the entire hotel just to spite you. After you arrived, I immediately canceled their booking, but I didn't expect her to come here in person to cause trouble."

Upon seeing Xu Hao, the hotel manager spoke rapidly as if he had found his backbone, pouring out the whole story like spilling beans. М|V|LЕМ*РYR is thе hоmе оf this сhаptеr

When Zhang Yu saw Xu Hao actually there, her body shook, and she quickly stepped back, then screamed as if seeing a ghost, "You... weren't you turned into a cripple? How are you here?"

Director Zhou, seeing Zhang Yu's reaction, instantly understood that despite her tough exterior, she was truly frightened of Xu Hao; otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted so drastically upon seeing him.

Xu Hao responded with a faint smile, "It seems the news of my becoming a cripple has misled many. How do you think I am here?"

Zhang Yu, feeling the peculiar stares from everyone, became angry out of embarrassment and coldly huffed, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone as beautiful as me?"

Upon hearing her highly narcissistic remark, many people physically retched, with some almost vomiting up their dinner from the night before.

They had seen narcissistic people, but never someone this self-obsessed!

Objectively, Zhang Yu could be considered average, about a six out of ten, once she applied her makeup. However, not to mention the strikingly more beautiful Xiao Lan, who was at least a nine, even Guo Lan was far more attractive than her.

Yet, there she was, shamelessly claiming no one had seen anyone "as beautiful as she."

That was utterly shameless.

Couldn't she just look in a mirror and see for herself?