"Wait." Lin Feng called after her.
He pulled out his phone and tapped a few times.
Ding-dong!
Gu Qingqiana's phone pinged.
She picked it up and saw the screen light up with a transfer notification — [Lin Feng has transferred ¥10,000 to you.]
"W‑what… what are you doing?!"
Seeing that number, Gu Qingqiana froze.
Her reaction wasn't the delighted surprise you'd see from Jiang Xiaoya or Zhou Xiaomeng upon receiving money — it was pure astonishment and confusion, like she couldn't understand why he'd suddenly give her so much.
"Go shopping with your cousin, buy yourself something nice to wear, something useful."
Lin Feng grinned, walked over, and pinched her delicate, porcelain-smooth cheek. "My woman shouldn't be too hard done by!"
"W‑who… who's your woman!"
Those words hit her like an electric shock.
Her whole body went weak, and she nearly stumbled, her heart pounding like it was trying to leap out of her throat.
But her cousin would be at the school any second, and she didn't have time to dwell on it.
Blushing furiously, Gu Qingqiana fumbled with her shoes, yanked the door open, and bolted out without looking back, leaving behind a whisper-thin, "I'm leaving."
Lin Feng stepped onto the balcony and watched her tiny, panicked figure dash away like a frightened little rabbit. A playful smile tugged at his lips.
Unexpectedly, even with her "A‑cup" status, the experience had been anything but lacking.
That extreme smoothness of her small breasts, those innocent reactions — it only fueled a fierce possessiveness, a desire to soak this pure, adorable little blossom in white.
"No worries, take it slow. Plenty of chances ahead," Lin Feng told himself.
Still, when he glanced down, his "brother" clearly disagreed.
It remained stubbornly upright, as if silently demanding: That's it? This is over?
"Alright, alright, I know. I'll figure something out for you," Lin Feng patted it and muttered to himself.
The fire this little girl had ignited — to just choke it back felt wrong. He had to find an outlet.
He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and let his finger slide slowly through his contacts.
Soon, his gaze locked onto a name — Su Qingwen.
Back in the car that time, she'd acted reluctant, but in the end, hadn't she obeyed?
Presumably, the Addiction effect should've kicked in.
Yet these past two days, she'd actually managed not to contact him?
Hmph. Probably still clinging to that pathetic scrap of pride.
All he had to do was give her a ladder to climb down.
With that, Lin Feng called Su Qingwen straight away.
The call connected, and her usual gentle, refined voice came through. "Hello?"
"Hey, senior, what are you up to?" Lin Feng leaned on the balcony railing, tone casual.
"I'm out shopping with a friend! Hang on, let me step aside."
A moment later, her voice returned — noticeably more urgent and hushed, the background now quiet.
"Why are you calling me? Didn't you say… You wouldn't contact me anymore?"
That last bit carried a faint note of complaint and coquettishness, like she was reproaching an unfaithful man.
Lin Feng's eyes lit up — there's definitely something here.
"Oh? I don't remember saying that," he replied with a shameless grin, playing dumb.
"Tch…" Su Qingwen let out a light huff, seemingly at a loss against his rogue attitude.
"So, what do you want? Gonna ask me to go to the beach with you again?"
She paused, and a trace of excitement and anticipation crept into her voice. "…But not today — I'm shopping with my friend. How about tomorrow? I'll meet you downstairs at your dorm!"
Lin Feng chuckled.
This woman was deliberately bringing up the beach thing — wasn't that a hint about the car ride, about her riding him herself?
The message was clear: tomorrow, he could have his way with her all day.
But Lin Feng wasn't about to wait till tomorrow.
As the old saying goes: Finish today's business today. If you put it off till tomorrow, everything ends in delay.
Of course, he knew Su Qingwen was the face-loving type. She was out shopping with her friend — if he bluntly said, "Come over so I can mess you up, and then you can leave," she'd probably blow up on the spot.
So Lin Feng didn't state his intention; he pressed on. "Just tell me where you are!"
"I really can't right now," Su Qingwen sighed helplessly, softening her tone, sounding almost coaxing.
"Shopping for clothes with my friend, can't leave. How about I go find you after we're done? Will that work?"
Lin Feng's tone instantly turned cold. "Forget it, then!"
"Hey, don't be mad—"
Su Qingwen hurried to explain, but before she could finish the word "mad," the line clicked to a busy tone.
Lin Feng had hung up.
Back in the apartment, he lounged on the sofa, phone tossed aside, completely unfazed.
He knew how to handle a woman like Su Qingwen — you couldn't treat her with kid gloves.
The more you indulged her, the more she'd think she had you in her pocket, and the more smug she'd get.
You had to throw her off balance, keep her guessing, and she'd end up more compliant.
Plus, he still held the trump card of Addiction — no matter how aloof Su Qingwen acted, she couldn't escape the cravings buried deep in her body.
Sure enough, less than ten seconds later —
Buzzz—
His phone vibrated.
A new message popped up from Su Qingwen: a location share.
The place — Wanda Plaza.
Lin Feng knew the mall; it was on the commercial street behind the school, only about ten minutes' walk.
A faint smile curved his lips as he saved the location.
He looked down and said, "That's more like it."
His "brother" gave a tiny nod, as if in agreement.
Lin Feng chuckled at himself, feeling like he was in a puppet show.
He leaned on the balcony for a bit, waiting for that wicked heat to fully fade, then changed and headed out.
No sooner had he stepped outside than his phone rang.
Caller ID: Mom.
Walking toward the gate, Lin Feng answered, "Hey, Mom!"
"Baby! It's been a week since school started — are you adjusting okay? Getting along with your classmates? Is the food in Jiangcheng okay?"
The moment the call connected, Mom's familiar, machine-gun barrage of questions came pouring in.
Hearing "baby" made Lin Feng blush, and he instinctively glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before lowering his voice. "Mom! I told you, don't call me that — what if my classmates hear? So embarrassing!"