Hit me back?
Gu Qingqian blinked, then thought the request made total sense.
She'd started it, so if he hit her back, they'd be even.
She immediately nodded firmly. "Okay!"
Lin Feng looked at her smooth, delicate, pure, and soft face and grinned mischievously. "If I slap this little face, how will you show up at school tomorrow?"
He paused, then said in a matter‑of‑fact tone, "We'll do your butt instead. When kids mess up, don't dads usually spank their butts?"
Huh?
Gu Qingqian froze.
Dad spanking butt?
She thought back — sure, she'd gotten into trouble as a kid, but her dad had never spanked her butt.
But… TV always showed it that way, naughty boys getting swatted on the butt by their dads.
Was he treating her like a misbehaving kid?
Actually… that didn't seem wrong?
Without overthinking, she nodded, gritting her teeth. "Fine! But… you can only do it once!"
She took a deep breath, turned around in the cramped passenger seat, knelt on the soft leather, hands gripping the seatback, and gave him her whole backside.
She actually agreed!?
Lin Feng stared at the unbelievable scene — surprise mixed with delight.
This girl's too innocent. She said yes to that?
But since she was ready…
His gaze landed on her.
Because of the kneeling posture, her pleated school skirt slid up a bit, revealing more of her thighs in white ankle socks.
Under the skirt, the petite but perky curve was outlined by her athletic shorts, forming an absolutely mouth‑watering arc.
He could even see her eyes tightly shut from nervousness, long lashes trembling.
"Daddy's here!"
Lin Feng smirked, raised his hand, and gave that pert butt a solid swat!
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed in the car.
Amazing elasticity shot back through his palm — soft, firm, incredible feel!
And her butt was petite, so his palm seemed to connect with both cheeks at once.
"Uuuh!"
Gu Qingqian shuddered — a fiery sting bloomed on her rear, nearly making her yelp.
But right after, a weird tingling sensation shot from her pussy through her whole body, her lower belly feeling odd, like she'd just leaked a bit of pee, making her go weak.
Flushing, she quickly turned back around and sat in the passenger seat.
Her butt stung fiercely, her pussy tingled slightly, and she felt a damp patch in her panties — embarrassing and infuriating.
The tiny bit of gratitude and guilt she'd felt for Lin Feng vanished, replaced by pure grievance.
Big jerk!
Who spanks that hard!?
Lin Feng watched her glare‑but‑dare‑not‑speak, eyes reddened with injustice, and he was grinning inside.
He didn't tease her anymore, just started the car, and smoothly merged into traffic.
Silence filled the cabin again.
Gu Qingqian sat bolt upright, hands on her knees, staring straight ahead, face tight, in full "I never want to talk to you again" stubborn mode.
Lin Feng was relaxed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, fingers slightly curled as if savoring the earlier amazing bounce and feel.
Soon, an artsy building came into view.
Jiangcheng Music Academy
Lin Feng parked neatly by the curb.
"We're here. Get out." He said flatly.
Gu Qingqian felt like she'd been pardoned — she didn't want to stay a second longer.
She unbuckled in a flash, pushed the door open, and practically leapt out like she was escaping.
"Wait." Lin Feng's voice came from behind.
Her body stiffened, reluctant to turn. She looked back, puffing her cheeks, glaring at him. "What now?"
Her tone was thick with resentment.
Lin Feng found her pouty, ruffled‑cat look funny.
He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent her a location.
"Saturday morning, nine o'clock. Be at this address."
Her phone dinged. She looked down — it was a residential complex.
She eyed him warily. "Saturday? That's tomorrow? Go… go do what?"
"Oh, so tomorrow's Saturday!" Lin Feng feigned realization — no wonder the class group chat was blowing up.
Tonight was the freshman welcome party organized by Qin Wanrou!
A bunch of girls, and he was the only guy — he had to go.
"You did that on purpose!" Gu Qingqian pouted, clearly unhappy.
"Whether it's on purpose or not, you still have maid duties," Lin Feng said matter‑of‑factly.
"My new place needs cleaning. Remember, inside and out — spotless."
"I… I have plans Saturday…" Gu Qingqian tried to wriggle out of it.
"Cancel them." His tone allowed no argument. "Don't forget — your time now belongs to me. Nine sharp Saturday morning. I won't wait more than a minute. Or else, you'll face the consequences."
With that, he ignored her, rolled up the window, hit the gas, and drove off coolly.
Gu Qingqian stood there, watching his car disappear, face red with anger.
Jerk! Devil! Big bad guy!
Just the thought of cleaning his place Saturday — alone with him — made her uneasy.
Who knows what he'll do!
One moment nice, the next moment nasty — impossible to figure out!
Lin Feng drove the Yangwang U8 to the dealership for repairs.
Top‑tier luxury cars really do get top‑tier service.
The customer service lady was stunning, sweet‑voiced, and super respectful the whole time. She even offered a loaner of the same class, which Lin Feng politely declined.
The weekend was free anyway — he had to sort out his new place, no time to go out.
After finishing the paperwork and grabbing a quick bite nearby, it was already past seven.
Lin Feng then took a cab to the KTV from Qin Wanrou's class group chat — "Starlight Sing & Shout."
Qin Wanrou had scheduled 7:30 to skip dinner.
Singing for the whole class was one thing, but treating a dozen or more people to a meal would drain her meager salary.
When Lin Feng pushed open the heavy door to the "Glory Hall" private room, deafening music hit him.
A giant circular screen played a hot dance track by a popular girl group, lights spinning in rainbow colors — the vibe was already wild.
Sixteen girls from the class, plus counselor Qin Wanrou, made seventeen in total — a chorus of perfume and chatter.