[Lin Feng: It's me, she accepted me!]
[Senior Su Qingwen: Wow! Amazing! Tang Tang never pays attention to guys who hit on her when she's out, and she never adds strangers on WeChat. How'd you get her to accept you right away!?]
[Lin Feng: Secret. Anyway, I didn't mention you. But I'm curious — she doesn't strike me as the vain type or someone desperate for a boyfriend. Why'd you suddenly recommend her to me?]
[Senior Su Qingwen: Of course because I was thinking of you! When there's something good, you come first! [cute.jpg]]
Lin Feng read that and gave a cold smirk.
That senior — old habits die hard!
[Lin Feng: Be honest!]
If this had been before, Su Qingwen, clinging to her fragile pride, would've dodged and twisted the truth, refusing to admit she had an ulterior motive.
But after those two rounds of ultimate pleasure and addiction, her body and mind found it hard to lie to Lin Feng.
[Senior Su Qingwen: Fine, fine… you see right through me! I was jealous!]
[Senior Su Qingwen: She's prettier than me, comes from a better family, and has way more guys chasing her! Some guys even add me just to ask about her hobbies and schedule! Why should she get nicer things — even her phone costs more than mine! I…]
[Lin Feng: So, after I banged you, you figured I should bang her too so you'd feel even?]
Lin Feng finally understood Su Qingwen's mindset.
This woman's jealousy had blown up.
She didn't want to see Tang Tang fall — she wanted to see Tang Tang fall just like her!
Well, I'll be damned!
Lin Feng whistled inwardly.
Another pair of plastic sisters!
Last time it was Zhou Xiaomeng and Jiang Xiaoya.
[Senior Su Qingwen: I… I just can't stand it! I want to know — a girl like Tang Tang, born with privilege, pure and flawless, oozing elegance and class, looking down on everyone… whether in bed… she can still keep that high-and-mighty act!]
[Or will she be like me, totally wrecked by you, crying and screaming, crawling all over the bed…]
Reading that venom-filled paragraph, Lin Feng frowned.
Su Qingwen's Corruption Value was already at 98 — no wonder she had such twisted thoughts.
But…
He did like a challenge!
Her words had successfully sparked his curiosity and hunger for conquest.
[Lin Feng: Tang Tang doesn't care about money and keeps herself clean — she's not easy to crack.]
[Senior Su Qingwen: …]
Su Qingwen sent a string of ellipses, then a voice message dripping with disappointment.
"Does that mean… girls from ordinary families like us are destined to be in a different world from someone like Tang Tang, born into wealth? Destined to be looked down on, without even the right to envy her…?"
Hearing the resentment in her voice, Lin Feng's lips curled.
That's exactly the emotion I wanted.
He typed back: [Not necessarily. Unless… you can help me get some "benefit" photos of her.]
The moment that message went through, Su Qingwen latched onto it like a lifeline.
[Senior Su Qingwen: I'll find a way!]
One after another, images poured in.
Some were from past trips, a few clearly sneaky dorm shots.
In one photo, Tang Tang wore a white camisole slip dress, sitting on the edge of her bed, slightly bent over, one long, straight leg crossed over the other, slender fingers applying body lotion to her smooth calf.
Under the lighting, her skin looked like premium mutton-fat jade. One strap of the dress had slipped, revealing a round, smooth shoulder and delicate collarbone — sensual yet artistic, oozing the lazy charm of a woman at home.
Another showed her fresh out of the shower, hair wrapped in a towel, wearing a bathrobe, doing her skincare routine in front of a mirror.
Even in this everyday moment, every move radiated natural elegance — nothing there you could use as leverage. If posted publicly, people might assume it was promotional material for a hired model.
Lin Feng scrolled through them and realized the most "substantial" one was still that original shot Su Qingwen had taken — the one where Tang Tang's bra was partly visible.
But in that photo, Tang Tang was turned sideways, back to the camera — no face in sight.
That level of photo wasn't enough for blackmail; she could simply deny it and it'd be useless.
Bzzz!
Tang Tang messaged again.
[Tangtang: You there?]
Lin Feng couldn't reply.
If he said he hadn't found her music score, she'd delete him instantly.
Best option: no reply, let her think he was busy or asleep and missed it. That way, as long as she hadn't found the score, she wouldn't axe him as a friend.
Still, Lin Feng knew that wouldn't hold long — he needed something juicier, and fast!
An idea struck. He messaged Su Qingwen: [Invite her shopping tomorrow; I'll see what I can do to help then!]
[Senior Su Qingwen: [OK] [blowing kiss]]
Just as that was sorted — Bzzz!
Phone vibrating again.
This time it was counselor Qin Wanrou.
[Qin Wanrou: Lin Feng, can you fix plumbing? My home pipes are busted. You're the only guy in the class, so could you come take a look?]
The second Lin Feng read that, his mind flashed to that sexy counselor in a tight office outfit, her chest so full it looked like it might spill out, and that bold little hand of hers that had rubbed against him inside his pants…
His body reacted instantly, stiffening again.
There it is! She finally couldn't hold back!
Lin Feng smirked inwardly.
You call that fixing plumbing?!
Yeah, right!
Probably because she didn't get a chance Friday at KTV and gave him Saturday to recover from his hangover, she'd waited till Sunday — when he'd be at his best — to "fix" him.
These women were all scheming, no exceptions, their little plans clicking loudly in their heads.
His days were certainly packed.
Lin Feng adjusted his breathing and replied: [Lin Feng: Alright, Teacher Qin, I'll do my best!]
[Qin Wanrou: I'm sure you can handle it! Come at 2 p.m. tomorrow — it'll just be the two of us!]
That "just the two of us" was dripping with implication.
Lin Feng lay on his bed, looking at two completely different invitations on his phone, and curled his lips into a playful smile.
Tomorrow… was going to be another busy day!