It was a pair of virtually perfect jade feet.
The stockings clung tightly to her skin, outlining every curve in exquisite detail.
Ten round, adorable toes peeked through the sheer fabric, slightly curled as if in a coquettish pout.
The arch of her foot rose in a graceful, perky curve, a sexy silhouette in itself. Her instep was flawless, smooth, and unmarred.
They really were beautiful.
She extended her slender fingers, lightly stroking her own instep through the thin stocking, as if that hand didn't belong to her but to the little wolf cub she'd just played with so thoroughly.
Tilting her snowy neck back, she let out a muffled, satisfied sigh, eyes dreamy, face flushed with a slightly feverish glow.
After a moment, she opened her eyes, her gaze hardening with absolute determination.
This Lin Feng — I'm going to capture him completely!
…
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was standing beneath the teaching building, and Qin Wanrou's lust‑filled inner monologue rang loud and clear in his mind:
[Yes… just like that… use your tongue… clean each of the teacher's toes one by one… You like that, Student Lin Feng?]
[Wait till the weekend — I'll teach you some… things only adults do, hehe!]
[Ding! Qin Wanrou Corruption Value +5, now 70!]
Lin Feng smirked inwardly. Qin Wanrou's office was right by the window, less than ten meters in a straight line — perfectly within range for him to hear her thoughts. Any farther and he'd miss this free "live broadcast."
He pocketed his phone and headed for the courier station by the school gate.
A big batch of online orders had arrived today, and he needed to pick them up.
By the time he got back to the dorm, over half an hour had passed.
The moment he pushed the door open, the atmosphere felt off.
Zhu Dawei was crunching on potato chips, and together with Wang Hao, they were glaring at Chen Mo across the room with sour expressions.
Chen Mo, meanwhile, was all smug, showing off a brand‑new laptop, typing loudly like he was deliberately putting on a show.
"What's going on?" Lin Feng asked, curious.
Wang Hao immediately sidled up, lowering his voice with an acidic tone.
"What else? Mr. Chen's girlfriend bought him a new laptop — over seven thousand bucks!"
"A seven‑grand laptop? Is it even any good?" Lin Feng blinked, saying it without thinking.
Truth was, he knew nothing about computer specs. Now that he had money, his buying logic was simple — go for the expensive stuff.
In his mind, if an electronic item wasn't at least five figures, it felt kinda lame.
But those words stabbed straight into Chen Mo's sensitive, fragile pride.
Snap! He shut the laptop hard, spun around, and glared at Lin Feng with icy eyes and a mocking sneer.
"Seven‑grand laptop, is it any good? Ha! Big talk coming from the guy rocking a thousand‑yuan knockoff phone! Who do you think you are?"
The moment he finished, Lin Feng turned and walked out of the dorm.
Chen Mo assumed Lin Feng was retreating in embarrassment, and his smugness deepened.
But seconds later, Lin Feng wheeled in a foldable cart with the "Cainiao Station" logo.
The courier station provided these carts for students picking up large parcels.
Stacked on it were boxes big and small, logos of famous brands glinting and dazzling.
Latest‑model sneakers, trendy brand clothes, pro‑level sports backpacks, and several bulky electronics packages.
"Holy crap!"
Wang Hao rushed forward, picked up a sci‑fi‑looking box, and his eyes went wide.
"Bro Feng, is this… one of those AR glasses? The ones that connect to a gaming pod? Those cost like five or six grand, right!?"
Zhu Dawei dropped his chips and hugged another box, mouth practically watering.
"Damn! Bro Feng, your phone is insane! Triple‑fold screen! I've only seen those in review vids! That's gotta be close to twenty grand!"
"And this tablet! Top spec, right? Performance maxed out — gaming and movies must feel godlike!"
The two circled the cart, making squeaky‑cheeked "groundhog" noises of amazement, their eyes full of admiration for Lin Feng.
Wang Hao deliberately raised his voice, aiming his sarcasm at Chen Mo.
"Wow, no wonder Bro Feng said a seven‑grand laptop isn't any good! Check this out — one AR glass from Bro Feng equals your whole laptop! That triple‑fold phone could buy you three of those! Compared to Bro Feng's gear, your seven‑grand laptop's basically trash!"
Lin Feng had never actually called Chen Mo's laptop trash, but Wang Hao was clearly playing to rile him up.
Chen Mo's face turned iron‑gray, lips trembling, unable to spit out a retort for a long moment.
His eyes burned red with envy as he stared at the pile of packages oozing "money vibes."
Finally, through clenched teeth, he hissed with acid in his tone:
"Pfft, big deal! My laptop was a gift from my girlfriend — a token of love! Yours? All bought with your parents' money, right? You're an adult and still mooching off your family — trash, bloodsucker!"
"Oh, my temper!" Wang Hao exploded on the spot. "Your girlfriend's money isn't ours! Bro Feng's family is loaded, he's a rich second gen — so what? You jealous?"
"Exactly!" Zhu Dawei chimed in, fanning the flames. "Bet your girlfriend can't even buy you a twenty‑grand phone! Poor loser, stop being salty!"
Lin Feng waved a hand, and instantly Wang Hao and Zhu Dawei fell silent, their teamwork seamless.
"Funny thing," Lin Feng drawled, eyes landing on Chen Mo, "I'm not actually a rich second gen. All this stuff — I earned the money myself."
"Ha!" Chen Mo let out a contemptuous snort, face screaming you're full of it.
"You? Even if you did holiday jobs, you'd max out at a hundred a day, three grand a month. None of this stuff is within your budget. Just admit you're rich and stop pretending to be self‑made!"
Lin Feng smiled faintly, shaking his head with a trace of pity.
"Thought someone studying finance would know a bit about capital operations. Turns out your horizons are limited to summer jobs. Truth is — I made this money trading crypto!"
The moment he heard "crypto," Chen Mo froze, then his eyes flickered with barely concealed excitement… and malice.
Crypto trading? That's illegal!
Watching Chen Mo's eyes spin, Lin Feng knew that bastard was already plotting how to rat him out.