[Lin Feng's Penthouse — September 17, Wednesday, 8:50 AM]
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floors. The city sprawled beneath them, already buzzing with early traffic and the distant hum of construction cranes.
Lin Feng stood before the hallway mirror, fingers working at his collar with practiced movements. The reflection showed his sharp angles, his silver hair catching the light, with dark eyes that had seen too much for someone his age.
Behind him, Lin Weiwei moved through her morning routine with efficient grace. She checked her phone, slipped it into her bag, then paused to adjust her makeup in a compact mirror—making herself less attractive than she truly was as part of her disguise. Her movements carried the unconscious elegance of someone raised in luxury, every gesture polished.
Xiao Yue pulled her black hoodie over her head with deliberate care. The fabric fell forward, shadowing her features until only her pale chin remained visible. She tugged the sleeves down past her wrists, then checked that no strand of hair had escaped the concealment.
Another day of hiding, she thought, her fingers smoothing the hood's edges. But at least I'm hiding next to him.
The penthouse felt different in daylight than it had during yesterday's evening chaos. Less like a fortress under siege and more like a command center preparing for operations. The leather furniture gleamed, the marble surfaces reflected the morning light, and the space hummed with quiet purpose.
Zhang Tingting stood at the granite kitchen counter, steam rising from her coffee cup as she watched them prepare to leave. Her posture had relaxed since yesterday—shoulders no longer hunched with tension, fingers steady around the ceramic handle instead of trembling.
When she caught Lin Feng's eye in the mirror, her smile reached her eyes for the first time since he'd known her.
"You three look like you're heading into battle," she said, warmth threading through her voice.
Lin Feng turned from the mirror, his reflection dissolving. "In a way, we are."
Lin Weiwei glanced up from her compact, eyebrows lifting slightly. "Big Brother, you're being dramatic again."
"Am I?" He checked his watch—8:51 AM. Right on schedule. "Don't forget," he said, shifting his attention to Zhang Tingting. "Two o'clock sharp for the escort."
Zhang Tingting's grip tightened slightly on her coffee cup, but her smile remained steady. "I remember. Thank you again for... for all of this."
The gratitude in her voice made something warm settle in Lin Feng's chest. But he pushed the feeling aside and pulled out his phone, stepping toward the windows where the morning light would mask his screen from curious eyes.
The number connected on the second ring.
"Status report." His voice dropped to barely above a whisper, professional and clipped.
"Target is mobile, heading toward the university district." The response came through crisp and immediate. "ETA approximately ten minutes to university district."
Lin Feng's lips curved upward, just slightly. The satisfaction was cold and sharp.
Perfect timing. Like clockwork.
"Also, deploy one female operative for escort duty. Residential pickup at 2 PM. Target location: Qinghua University."
"Acknowledged. Agent Liu-23 will handle residential security."
"Understood."
He ended the call with a quick tap and slipped the phone back into his pocket. When he turned around, both Lin Weiwei and Xiao Yue were watching him with the focused attention of people who recognized operational planning when they heard it.
Zhang Tingting looked between the three of them, her brow furrowing slightly. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," Lin Feng said, his voice returning to its normal warmth. "Just making sure your afternoon goes smoothly."
She matters to me now, Lin Feng realized, the thought settling into place with surprising certainty. Not just as a strategic asset or potential heroine. But as someone who earned her place here.
The breakfast she'd made without being asked. The way she'd taken care of the household naturally, seamlessly. The genuine care in her eyes when she looked at him. The fact that she could resist Long Tian's influence when other heroines fell instantly.
All of it mattered. All of it made her worth protecting.
Lin Weiwei appeared at his elbow, her hand sliding naturally to rest on his forearm. The contact was light but deliberate. "Ready to go?"
Xiao Yue moved to his other side with fluid grace, positioning herself close enough that her shoulder brushed his. Even through the hoodie, her presence felt solid and reassuring.
"Let's go," Lin Feng said softly, then paused and looked back at Zhang Tingting. "Tingting, don't let anyone in until two o'clock."
Zhang Tingting nodded, her expression growing more serious. "I understand."
They moved toward the elevator as a unit—three figures with different purposes but unified intent. Lin Feng pressed the call button, and the soft chime echoed through the penthouse's marble-and-glass expanse.
As they waited, Zhang Tingting called out from the kitchen counter.
"Be careful out there!"
Lin Feng glanced back at her one more time. She stood silhouetted against the morning light, coffee cup raised in a small wave, her face bright with genuine concern.
The elevator doors opened with a whisper of mechanical precision.
They stepped inside, and Lin Feng watched Zhang Tingting's figure grow smaller as the doors closed between them.
Time to hunt, he thought, his reflection multiplying in the elevator's mirrored walls.
The day was about to begin in earnest.
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[Moonlight Café — 9:02 AM]
Long Tian pushed through the café door as the small bell chimed above his head. The sound was soft and welcoming.
The morning rush had passed, leaving only three customers scattered throughout the modest space. Two typing on laptops, one reading a newspaper. Soft jazz drifted from overhead speakers while the rich scent of coffee filled the air.
His eyes found his target immediately.
Wang Xiaoling stood behind the counter, cleaning the espresso machine—her dark hair in a simple ponytail, worn café apron, tired eyes that carried the weight of impossible mathematics.
The system interface materialized in his vision, displaying information that belonged to him alone.
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[LOCATION CONFIRMED: Moonlight Café]
[TARGET DETECTED: Wang Xiaoling]
[Current Affection: 61/100]
[Status: First Encounter – Get-To-Know Phase]
[RECOMMENDED APPROACH:]
├─ Introduce yourself properly
├─ Hint at improved circumstances
└─ Position yourself as potential solution
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The bell's soft chime made Wang Xiaoling glance over her shoulder. When she saw him, her posture straightened and her face brightened with genuine professional warmth.
"Oh! Hi there! Welcome to Moonlight." She wiped her hands on her apron quickly. "First time in?"
Long Tian approached the counter with unhurried confidence. "Yeah, I just discovered this place today. And it smells amazing in here."
"Thanks! So, um, what can I get for you? Our house blend's pretty popular if you want something with a bit more body, or there's just regular coffee if you prefer simple."
Long Tian studied the menu board for a moment. "What's the difference in price?"
"House blend's four yuan, regular's two."
"I'll do the house blend. Why not, right?"
Wang Xiaoling's eyebrows lifted slightly. Most students didn't even hesitate—usually, they went straight to the cheapest option.
"Good choice. Just give me a second..." She turned to the espresso machine, and Long Tian leaned casually against the counter.
He watched her work—quick, practiced movements, but something was off. Her hands trembled just slightly as she handled the coffee cup, and every few seconds her eyes darted to her phone sitting face-up beside the register.
The screen suddenly lit up with a notification.
Wang Xiaoling glanced down automatically, and her entire body went rigid. The coffee cup slipped in her grip—she caught it before it fell, but barely. All the blood drained from her face so fast it was like watching someone get physically struck.
"Shit." The word escaped as a whisper, raw and involuntary.
She immediately pressed her hand to her mouth, eyes wide with mortification. "Oh god, sorry! I didn't mean to swear in front of a customer. That was so unprofessional, I just—"
Her words tumbled over each other as she set the coffee cup down with shaking hands, clearly rattled by whatever she'd just read.
"Hey, are you okay?" Long Tian's voice came out gentler than he'd planned.
Wang Xiaoling nearly dropped the coffee cup. "Oh! Yeah, I'm... it's fine. Just—you know how it is."
She tried to laugh it off, but the sound came out all wrong.
Long Tian tilted his head. "That didn't really sound fine."
Something in his tone made her actually look at him. Not the quick customer-service glance, but really look.
"I..." She set the cup down carefully. "It's fine, it's nothing. You don't even know me."
"Maybe not. But I recognize that look."
Her hands stilled. "What look?"
"Like you just got hit with some bill you can't pay." He shrugged. "I've been there. Recently, actually."
Wang Xiaoling's breath caught. "You... wait, really?"
"Oh yeah. That thing where you're doing math in your head and it just doesn't work? No matter how many times you try?" Long Tian's voice carried real understanding. "I know that feeling."
She gripped the counter edge. "But you seem so... I mean, you ordered the expensive coffee."
Long Tian laughed, but it wasn't mocking. "Things changed for me lately. Like, really recently. But before that? Man, I was counting coins for instant noodles."
"Things changed how?"
"That's... that's kind of hard to explain. But the point is, when you're in that place where nothing adds up, sometimes help comes from places you never expected."
Wang Xiaoling stared at him. This stranger was talking about her exact life like he'd lived it himself.
"I..." The words tumbled out before she could stop them. "My mom's in the hospital."
Her eyes went wide with shock at her own words. "Oh god, why did I just tell you that? I don't even know your name."
But Long Tian didn't look uncomfortable or like he was trying to escape. He just nodded.
"How bad is it?"
"I... this is so weird. I never talk about this with customers."
"I'm not just a customer right now." His voice was quiet, genuine. "How bad?"
She swallowed hard. "Really bad. And the bills are..." She shook her head. "God, this is so embarrassing."
"Hey." Long Tian leaned closer. "Medical debt isn't embarrassing. It's just life being shitty."
Relief flooded her face. "Eight thousand yuan. Due next week. And I have maybe... maybe three hundred saved?"
"Fuck, that's rough." Long Tian's reaction was immediate, genuine. "And that's just what's due now?"
"How did you—yeah. The total is..." She looked around the café, then whispered, "One hundred thousand."
The number sat between them like a bomb.
Long Tian was quiet for a moment, and she braced for him to make some excuse and leave.
Instead: "Okay. That's a big number, but it's not impossible."
"What?" She almost laughed, but it came out hollow. "It might as well be a million."
"No, listen." His voice had this quiet confidence that made her actually stop and listen. "I'm not saying it's easy. But impossible? I don't think so."
"How can you possibly say that? You don't understand—"
"I understand more than you think. And I learned something recently—when everything seems completely fucked, that's usually when things are about to change."
She was staring at him now, her eyes wide with something between desperation and disbelief. "Change how?"
Long Tian saw her hands trembling against the counter, saw the way she was barely holding herself together. Without really thinking about it, he reached across and gently placed his hand over hers.
"Hey." His voice was soft. "It's going to be okay."
Wang Xiaoling looked down at their joined hands in surprise. She should pull away—this was a complete stranger, a customer she'd met a few minutes ago. But instead, something inside her chest unclenched for the first time in weeks.
His hand was warm, steady, and somehow the simple contact made her feel less alone than she had in months. Like maybe, just maybe, he was right. Like things really might be okay.
Wang Xiaoling didn't pull away.
"There are always ways of solving problems. Not just working more hours at the same shitty jobs." He squeezed her hand gently, then stepped back, giving her space. "Look, I should let you work, but... don't give up yet, okay? Sometimes help shows up when you least expect it."
He paused, and something in his expression shifted—warmer, more personal. "I'm Long Tian, by the way."
"Wang Xiaoling." Her voice came out small, still affected by that moment of unexpected kindness.
"Xiaoling." The way he said her name was warm, like they'd known each other longer than five minutes. "Just... keep an open mind. Alright?"
She watched him walk to a corner table, her heart beating faster than it should, her hand still tingling where he'd touched it.
What the hell just happened?
Her phone still showed that impossible bill, but for the first time in weeks, she wasn't looking at it with complete despair.
She was looking at it with something that might have been hope.
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[Two Blocks From Moonlight Café — 9:15 AM]
Long Tian turned the corner, moving out of sight from the café windows, and immediately pulled up his system interface.
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[FIRST CONTACT: COMPLETE]
[Mission: Advance Wang Xiaoling - ACCELERATED PROGRESS]
Initial Status:
├─ Starting Affection: 61/100
├─ Current Affection: 66/100
├─ Gain: +5
└─ Time Invested: 10 minutes
Method Analysis:
├─ Financial improvement hints: HIGHLY EFFECTIVE ✓
├─ Selective vulnerability: STRATEGIC SUCCESS ✓
├─ Hope deployment: TARGET RECEPTIVE ✓
├─ Complete emotional compromise: ACHIEVED ✓
└─ Savior positioning: ESTABLISHED ✓
Her Current State:
├─ Views you as: "Potential salvation"
├─ Guard status: COMPLETELY LOWERED
├─ Desperation level: CRITICAL (exploitable)
├─ Hope dependency: ACTIVATED
└─ Financial crisis: 100k total / 8k immediate
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Long Tian read the analysis with deep satisfaction flowing through him.
Five affection points in a few minutes. That was extraordinary progress, even for someone blessed with protagonist destiny.
But more importantly, he had positioned himself perfectly. No longer just the understanding friend who shared her struggles—now he was the mysterious figure who had somehow transcended those struggles and might, just might, be able to help her do the same.
54,680 yuan sitting in my account.
The number felt like power itself. A month ago, he'd been counting coins for instant noodles. Now he had enough money to solve Wang Xiaoling's immediate crisis without even denting his reserves.
One hundred thousand yuan total debt. With enough time, I can free Wang Xiaoling from her debts.
Not to mention, I can solve her 8,000¥ immediate debt.
The thought made him almost giddy with possibility.
This is what it feels like to be someone's savior. To have the power to rescue a desperate person from an impossible situation.
She needs someone like me. Someone who understands but has risen above those struggles.
I can change her entire life. Save her mother. Give her hope when no one else cared enough to try.
Tomorrow, I'll come back at the same time.
I will offer her my help with her 8,000¥ problem. Then I will frame it as a loan to a new friend in case she doesn't want it.
After all, any person with a decent amount of dignity will not agree to receive anything for free.
That would be perfect. Just enough to save her from the immediate disaster and remove some of the burden from her.
Long Tian pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, mental calculations running through his head. Three women who needed him in different ways, each at different stages of recognizing what he could offer them.
Su Qingxue at 72. Zhang Yuting at 80. Wang Xiaoling now at 66.
Three beautiful women, all at different stages of recognizing what I could offer to them, all drawn to me because I am simply the better option.
No…
The best option.
This is how it should be. This is what I was born for.
Long Tian pocketed his phone and continued toward campus, his steps confident and measured.
Tomorrow, Iwill begin changing Wang Xiaoling's life forever.
And she would finally have someone who truly cared for her.
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[Moonlight Café — 9:15 AM]
Wang Xiaoling stood frozen behind the counter, her eyes locked on the door where Long Tian had disappeared. The small bell above it had stopped swinging, but she could still hear its soft chime echoing in her ears.
Her hands found the dishcloth on the counter, fingers wrapping around the damp fabric and squeezing until her knuckles showed white.
What did I just do?
The words she'd spoken to a complete stranger played back in her head with perfect, mortifying clarity. Every detail, every confession, every desperate whisper about her mother and the impossible debt.
One hundred thousand yuan.
She'd said it out loud. To someone whose name she'd learned five minutes before spilling her deepest shame across the café counter like coffee from a broken cup.
Wang Xiaoling pressed her free hand to her forehead, fingers digging into her skin.
I don't tell anyone about Mom. I don't talk about the bills. I don't—
But she had. And somehow, instead of the judgment she'd learned to expect, Long Tian had just... listened. No pity in his eyes, no uncomfortable shifting away from her problems.
'Things changed for me lately. Like, really recently.'
The memory of his voice made her chest flutter in a way that had nothing to do with anxiety. The quiet confidence when he'd said it, like dramatic turnarounds were just things that happened to people who knew where to look for them.
Her phone screen glowed on the counter beside the register. September 27th. Eight thousand yuan. The numbers stared back at her, unchanged and merciless as they'd been every day for the past three weeks.
She picked up the device, thumb hovering over the notification. The math was still impossible. Her savings account still showed her meager savings. Her aunt's promise of another hundred yuan still wouldn't make a difference.
But Long Tian's words kept echoing: "Solutions come from unexpected places."
Wang Xiaoling set the phone down and began wiping the counter with sharp, mechanical strokes. Left to right, left to right.
Stop being ridiculous. He was just being nice. People say things like that when they don't know what else to say.
But her movements slowed as she remembered the way he'd leaned forward when she mentioned her mother. The moment when his hands held hers. The genuine concern in his voice when he'd asked "How expensive?"
Not the polite concern of someone making conversation—real interest, like her answer actually mattered to him.
The café bell chimed. Wang Xiaoling's head snapped up, hope flaring in her chest for half a second before deflating.
Just another customer. A woman in her thirties, already looking at the menu board with the focused attention of someone who knew exactly what she wanted.
"Good morning. What can I get you?"
The professional smile slipped into place automatically while she made coffee and counted change and exchanged pleasantries about the weather. Normal interactions, normal rhythms, but part of her attention kept drifting to that empty corner table.
After the customer left, Wang Xiaoling found herself looking toward the door again. Not expecting anything, exactly, but... hoping.
Maybe he forgot something. Maybe he'll come back and explain what he meant about solutions and opportunities.
The morning sunlight shifted through the windows, casting new shadows across the café floor. Students came and went, the espresso machine hissed and gurgled, life continued exactly as it always had.
But something felt different now.
Like the air itself had changed—still the same impossible situation, still the same crushing debt, but somehow lighter. Like maybe, just maybe, impossible wasn't as permanent as she'd thought.
Wang Xiaoling touched her phone screen one more time, then slipped it into her apron pocket without looking at the notification.
For the first time in months, she was willing to wait and see what tomorrow might bring.
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[Moonlight Café Corner Table — 9:20 AM]
The middle-aged man in the corner booth looked completely unremarkable. Business casual clothing, reading glasses perched on his nose, a newspaper folded neatly beside his coffee cup. Just another working professional taking a brief break from his morning routine.
Agent Chen-47 had perfected the art of invisibility over twenty years of intelligence work. First with the Ye Family, then Lin Qingwan, now Lin Feng. He could sit in any public space and become part of the furniture, part of the background noise that people's minds automatically filtered out.
He'd been shadowing Long Tian since yesterday. One of several operatives from the initial café surveillance, later reassigned by Lin Qingwan after she witnessed her brother's interest in this unknown figure.
Today's observations painted a clear picture.
Long Tian's entrance at 9:02 AM—confident stride, no hesitation at the door. The upgraded coffee order: house blend at four yuan instead of the usual student choice of two-yuan black coffee. Crisp bills instead of counted coins.
Chen-47 had watched the target study Wang Xiaoling with calculating eyes. The way Long Tian positioned himself at the counter, close enough for intimacy but respectful of boundaries. The gentle inquiry about her obvious distress. The careful revelation of his own "transformed circumstances."
Ten minutes. That's all it had taken to reduce a desperate young woman to complete vulnerability. Medical debt figures spilling across the counter like blood from an opened wound.
Target has demonstrated advanced capacity for psychological manipulation. Chen-47 noted mentally.
He waited exactly three minutes after Long Tian's departure—long enough to avoid suspicion, short enough to maintain operational timing. His phone appeared in his hands with the casual movement of someone checking messages.
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[SURVEILLANCE REPORT - Priority]
[To: Young Master Feng]
[To: Lady Qingwan]
[From: Agent Chen-47]
[Time: 09:23:47]
[Location: Moonlight Café]
Target Long Tian - First encounter with Wang Xiaoling (café barista).
Duration: 10 minutes
Financial positioning: Upgraded spending, hints at mysterious "solutions".
Approach: Transformed from fellow struggler to transcendent problem-solver.
Subject response: Complete emotional compromise achieved
Critical intel: 100k medical debt revealed by subject
Target demonstrates:
-Advanced manipulation techniques
-Savior complex deployment
-Strategic emotional leverage
Subject now primed for "rescue" scenario. Target likely planning financial intervention.
Recommend: Maintain surveillance. Monitor for escalation.
[Message: SENT]
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Chen-47 pocketed his phone smoothly and finished the last sip of his coffee. He left exact change on the table—not too little to seem cheap, not too much to be memorable.
Rising from his chair with unhurried movements, he folded his newspaper and walked toward the exit. The measured pace of someone whose morning routine was complete.
The bell chimed softly as he pushed through the door.
"Have a good day!" Wang Xiaoling called from behind the counter, her voice carrying automatic politeness.
He smiled and nodded—exactly the response any regular customer would give.
By the time he reached the sidewalk, Chen-47 had already spotted Long Tian two blocks ahead, walking toward campus with confident strides.
The shadow resumed, professional and invisible.
Exactly as intended.
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[Qinghua University Economics Lecture Hall — 11:05 AM]
The lecture hall was filling with its usual pre-class energy. Students filing through the doors, laptops opening, conversations buzzing across the tiered seating. The familiar rhythm of academic life proceeding exactly as it had for decades.
Lin Feng sat in his strategically chosen position—middle section, three rows from the back. Close enough to hear everything, far enough to avoid unwanted attention. Perfect for observation and quick exits if necessary.
Xiao Yue pressed against his right side, her black hoodie pulled up despite being indoors. The fabric shadowed most of her features, but her posture remained impossibly graceful. Even disguised, her noble bearing couldn't be completely hidden.
Her hand rested on the armrest between them, fingers positioned just close enough to his that any movement would create contact. Territorial but subtle.
Around them, other students were settling into their seats with the casual efficiency of routine. Notebooks appearing, phones being checked one last time before class, the soft rustle of papers and backpacks.
Lin Feng's phone vibrated against his leg. He pulled it out casually, angling the screen away from curious eyes.
Chen-47's report filled the display.
He read it quickly, efficiently, his expression remaining neutral even as the implications registered. But Xiao Yue was watching his face, and she caught the subtle shift in his attention.
"What is it?" Her voice came out quietly, meant for his ears alone.
Lin Feng tilted the phone so she could read over his shoulder. Her dark eyes scanned the text with the same analytical precision he'd used.
When she finished, her jaw tightened beneath the hood.
"Oh, so it was that greasy oddball from yesterday..." she said, her voice carrying ice.
"Well, you can say that." Lin Feng pocketed the phone and leaned back in his chair, his mind already working through the strategic implications.
Long Tian isn't just collecting heroines anymore. He's positioning himself as their savior.
The difference was crucial. Sympathy and understanding could build emotional connections, but actually solving people's problems? That created loyalty. Debt. The kind of gratitude that could last for years.
"And that oddball is planning to pay one hundred thousand yuan?" Xiao Yue murmured. "And then she will be indebted to him and fall in love with that oddball. What a loser."
Xiao Yue turned to look at Lin Feng. "So what are you going to do now? Are you going to intervene and cockblock that greasy oddball?"
Lin Feng didn't answer. His gaze drifted toward the lecture hall entrance, his mind already working.
The system also deposits financial resources for every affection point he gains, on top of the CPs.
Though the real danger here is still his CP accumulation.
If I can't stop him from farming CPs, he will eventually have so much that no amount of Lin family resources can stop him.
But… what if I block this one? Or mess around with Long Tian's growth?
If I'm not wrong, he can only view a few heroines at a time.
Xiao Yue asked him the question once more. "Are you going to intervene and cockblock him with this Xiaoling girl?" she said as her hand moved closer to his on the armrest, her fingers finally making contact. The touch was warm, possessive, reassuring.
"Would you like to go on a date with me this afternoon?" Lin Feng asked Xiao Yue a question back.
Before Xiao Yue could answer, movement at the back of the lecture hall caught his attention. His peripheral vision tracked the new arrival automatically—old habits from intelligence training.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Su Qingxue.
She walked through the doorway with careful steps, her usual confident stride slightly muted but still unmistakably graceful. Designer clothing, perfect makeup, campus belle image maintained flawlessly.
But something was different. Her eyes weren't focused on finding a seat or checking her phone like most students. They were searching the room with clear purpose.
Looking for someone specific.
She spotted him almost immediately—that silver hair made him impossible to miss in any crowd. Her gaze locked onto him across the lecture hall.
Then her attention shifted to the hooded figure pressed close to his right side.
Lin Feng watched Su Qingxue's expression flicker. Recognition, surprise, something more complicated he couldn't immediately identify.
Su Qingxue began walking down the aisle toward them, her movements deliberate and purposeful. Other students noticed the campus belle's approach—heads turning, whispered conversations, phones subtly angling for potential photos.
Xiao Yue felt Lin Feng's attention shift and followed his gaze. When she saw Su Qingxue approaching, her entire body went rigid.
Her hand tightened on his, nails digging in slightly.
"No wonder the air smells more putrid," Xiao Yue said, her voice cutting through the lecture hall's ambient noise like a blade.
The conversations around them faltered. Students looked up from their laptops and phones, suddenly aware that something interesting was about to happen.
Su Qingxue stopped three feet away from their seats, close enough to speak but far enough to maintain some dignity. Her eyes moved between Lin Feng and the hooded figure beside him.
Xiao Yue turned her head slightly, letting enough light fall across her face to reveal her delicate features. Her eyes met Su Qingxue's directly.
"So, it's you..." Xiao Yue's voice dropped to something soft and deadly. "Su Qingxue."
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[End of Chapter 38]