Meanwhile, just moments ago.
Zhou Xiaomeng had just mailed the package and was walking back to her dorm.
The night breeze cooled her burning cheeks a little.
The earlier thrill was fading, replaced by a creeping fear and emptiness.
She pulled out her phone, stared at Chen Mo's goodnight message, and unease settled in her stomach.
She thought about her boyfriend's usual tenderness, the way he made her laugh, the way he'd stuck with her through the toughest year of high school.
Guilt started piling up.
No! I can't keep going like this!
I shouldn't betray Chen Mo!
At that thought, her thumb hovered over the "Delete WeChat Friend" button.
She'd erase Ferry Me, Not Her completely, pretend none of this ever happened!
But just as her finger hesitated, messages from him started popping in one after another.
Want me to call him "Master"? No way!
Yet when she saw the ¥520 transfer right after… she froze.
Just a title… and she'd get over five hundred bucks?
Her living allowance was already tight — if she deleted him, she'd have zero backup when money ran short.
Always leave yourself an escape route.
The resolve she'd just built wavered instantly under the weight of cash and that hypnotic offer.
Almost without thinking, she tapped the red packet.
[You've received the transfer from Ferry Me, Not Her]
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" corruption value rises again!]
[+3 Corruption Value]
[Current Corruption Value: 63!]
Lin Feng saw the transfer snatched up instantly and grinned triumphantly.
Yup, money is the best chain.
Think you can delete me? Dream on.
Meanwhile, Zhou Xiaomeng's hand trembled as she tried to talk herself into it.
It's… just a title.
And its voice — no one else will hear.
Calling him that earns her ¥520… Honestly, not a bad deal?
She scanned her surroundings, made sure no one was around, and slipped into a quiet corner.
Took a deep breath, fingers shaking, pressed the voice message button.
"Ma… Master… goodnight…"
Her voice was softer than a mosquito's buzz, thick with shyness and a hint of coquettishness.
The second she finished, her face turned as red as a ripe apple, heart racing as it would leap out of her throat.
God! I just said it in such a… flirty tone!
If Chen Mo heard that, what would he think?
Lin Feng melted at hearing that soft voice.
That "Master" sounded sweeter than any love confession.
Especially the way she was obviously dying of embarrassment but still obeyed — irresistible.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Good girl, your voice is so nice. Goodnight.
He replayed that shy, sultry "Master, goodnight" over and over, smile never leaving his face.
So this was the trick to making a girl obedient — just throw money at her. Simple.
Satisfied, he saved the voice clip, then reopened the Mimi Social app and found the profile "Little Raindrop."
Now we're talking — his real target: Senior Sister Su Qingwen.
Zhou Xiaomeng was sweet and cooperative, but fully corrupting her would take time and careful "training."
Senior Sister was different.
He'd clearly heard her inner thoughts — she was willing to trade her first time for a brand‑new phone.
That kind of straightforward, goal‑oriented target was rare!
A one‑step path to success.
He opened the private chat, confidently typed:
Ferry Me, Not Her: You there, beautiful!
On the other side, Su Qingwen had just finished showering and was drying her hair. Saw the message, arched a delicate brow.
Another guy sliding into her DMs?
Little Raindrop: Yeah.
One icy word.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Up so late?
Little Raindrop: Something you need?
Ferry Me, Not Her: Nah, just can't sleep, thought I'd chat.
Little Raindrop: We're not close. Going to sleep.
Playing hard to get? Lin Feng smirked.
After the Zhou Xiaomeng episode, he'd learned: there's no problem money can't solve.
And if it seems unsolvable? You just didn't throw enough cash.
He smoothly opened the transfer function, sent it without hesitation:
Ferry Me, Not Her transferred ¥520.00 to you
Ferry Me, Not Her: Five minutes of chat, treat it as me paying for company. You're not gonna say no to a little tip, right?
He leaned back, smugly waiting for the payment to be accepted.
One minute passed…
Two minutes passed…
The red transfer notice sat there lonely — she didn't tap it. Instead, ice-cold text came:
Little Raindrop: What do you take me for?
Little Raindrop: Show some respect.
Lin Feng's smile froze.
Huh??
Didn't accept? Lecturing me? This script is wrong!
[Ding! Detecting host's mission difficulty spike — emergency reward unlocked!]
[Congratulations, host has gained passive skill — Eye of Corruption!]
[Eye of Corruption: View target's Corruption Value and their weakness!]
The moment those words hit, Lin Feng's eyes warmed slightly, and a faint golden gleam flashed in his pupils.
He glanced instinctively at his phone screen.
The scene changed instantly.
Over Little Raindrop's innocent avatar, tiny words only he could see appeared:
Target: Little Raindrop
Corruption Value: 5
Corruption Weakness: Strong desire for the latest phone, but high self-esteem — refuses direct monetary deals that reveal true intent.
So that's it. Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
Corruption Value only 5? No wonder a measly ¥520 didn't move her.
Compared to Zhou Xiaomeng's 63, this senior sister was a pure little bunny.
And her weakness? Interesting.
Wants the phone, but too proud to ask outright, and doesn't want to seem like the kind of girl who can be bought.
Bottom line: wants to have her cake and eat it too.
"Heh, interesting. Kinda fits Senior Sister's shy‑adorable vibe."
Lin Feng chuckled, fingers flying over the screen.
Throwing cash at someone like her was the dumbest move.
Had to give her an offer she couldn't refuse and save face.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Oh? I offended you, so sorry!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Straight to the point, then — I just broke up with my girlfriend. Bought a new phone, but have no one to give it to. Be my girlfriend, and I'll give it to you!
Sent it, then tossed his phone aside.
Bait cast.
Now we wait and see if the fish bites.