[Lin Feng's Bedroom — September 17, Wednesday, 07:30 AM]
Lin Feng's consciousness returned slowly, warmth seeping into his awareness before thought could catch up.
Softness pressed against him from both sides. The clean scent of shampoo mixed with sleep-warm skin. Morning light painted everything golden through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and somewhere beyond the glass, the city was waking up.
His body felt... comfortable. Too comfortable.
And then awareness hit him like cold water.
Oh. This is awkward...
His face burned. The natural response every man woke up with was significantly more problematic when trapped between two women who didn't know about it yet.
He needed to move. Carefully. Without waking them.
His right arm had gone completely numb under Xiao Yue's warm softness. Lin Weiwei's head rested on his left shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. Any movement would wake at least one of them.
Okay… I just need to free myself…
Just... slowly...
He tried to shift his right arm free. The movement brushed his hand against Xiao Yue's hip, and she made a small sound.
"Mm..."
Her eyelashes fluttered. Dark eyes opened, unfocused and dreamy, still caught somewhere between sleep and waking. She blinked slowly at his face, so close she could count his eyelashes.
A smile curved her lips. Soft, unconscious, beautiful.
Oh… It's this dream again…
My husband looks so handsome as always…
In Xiao Yue's mind, this was their bedroom. Their morning. She was Mrs. Lin, waking up next to her husband after their first night as a married couple.
She leaned forward without thinking. Her lips found his in a gentle kiss, warm and tender and tasting faintly of sleep. Her hand moved across his chest, fingers tracing along his collarbone.
"Good morning, husband," she whispered against his mouth.
The whispered words and movement stirred Lin Weiwei. She felt something moving across Lin Feng's chest. A hand, stroking, exploring.
He's trying to touch me? This early?
Eyes still closed, she reached out and caught the moving hand. Guided it toward herself, pressing the palm against her chest.
"Mm... it's okay, Big Brother..." Her voice was drowsy, pleased. "Don't be shy. I'm your fiancée. You can touch me more if you want."
She moved the captured hand lower, her fingers threading through those touching her. "We're getting married anyway..."
But the hand felt wrong. Too small. Too soft. The fingers too slender.
Why does his hand feel like...?
Lin Weiwei's eyes snapped open. She stared down at the delicate hand she was holding against herself.
A woman's hand.
Her gaze followed the arm across Lin Feng's chest. To Xiao Yue. Who was kissing Lin Feng on the mouth.
"GET. OFF. HIM!"
She shoved Xiao Yue away with both hands. Xiao Yue tumbled backward, blinking as reality crashed through her dream.
Lin Weiwei grabbed Lin Feng's face, turning him toward her. Her thumbs scrubbed at his lips.
"Disgusting," she muttered, wiping away the kiss. "That whore... getting her filth..."
When his mouth was clean, she pressed her own lips to his. Hard. Claiming. Erasing what had been there before.
Xiao Yue sat up, her face burning. "I was— Oh, this is actually real!"
Then she pushed Lin Weiwei away from Lin Feng and grabbed his face with both hands, turning him toward her.
"Kissing whores like her can give you diseases, husband." Her thumbs wiped at his lips with the same urgent possessiveness Lin Weiwei had shown. "Let me clean that properly."
When she was satisfied his mouth was clean, she pressed her own lips to his. Just as hard, just as claiming.
Lin Weiwei's eyes blazed. "Did you bitch just call me a whore?"
"You damn whore, did you just call me a bitch?" Xiao Yue fired back, pulling away from the kiss.
Lin Feng lay between them, still looking composed while being very aware that having two beautiful women fighting over kissing him was not helping his physical situation at all.
I can't help admit, it does feel nice to be kissed by Weiwei and Yue so early in the morning.
But still, I hope they can actually be more friendly to each other.
Both women shifted during their escalating argument. Lin Weiwei's thigh brushed against his hip. Her eyes went wide.
She froze. Stared. Her face went even redder than it already was.
Xiao Yue followed her gaze downward. Saw what Lin Weiwei had discovered. Her own face flushed crimson.
For three seconds, nobody spoke.
Well, so much for staying composed.
Then Lin Weiwei's chin lifted, satisfaction creeping into her expression. "I did that."
"What?" Xiao Yue blinked.
"That's... that's because of me." Lin Weiwei's voice carried possessive pride. "That's my effect on him."
"No!" Xiao Yue straightened, her own chin lifting. "I was the one kissing him. That's my—"
"I was pressed against him all night! I'm the one who—"
"I made him feel good enough to—"
"That's MY doing, not yours!"
"You need to leave." Lin Weiwei turned to face her fully. "Right now. So I can... so I can take care of this properly."
Xiao Yue's eyes flashed. "Absolutely not. I caused this. I should handle it."
"I'm his fiancée! Taking care of my Big Brother is my responsibility!"
"My husband was responding to me, not you!"
"He got hard because I was touching him!"
"He got hard because I was kissing him!"
"Get out so I can help him with—"
"No, you get out so I can—"
Lin Feng moved before they could finish those sentences.
His arms came around both their waists, pulling them firmly against his chest. The argument died instantly.
Both women found themselves pressed against him, his heartbeat steady and fast under their cheeks. The sudden contact, his warmth surrounding them, his strength holding them in place, made everything else fade.
"Here's what's going to happen," he said, his voice quiet but carrying absolute authority. "Both of you are going to stop."
"Also, it's no one's fault about that thing down there. If anything, it's my fault for having naughty thoughts even when I'm asleep with you two."
Neither spoke. They could feel his breathing, controlled despite the chaos they'd just created.
"This morning was an accident. Yue was dreaming. Weiwei was half-asleep. Everyone made mistakes."
Lin Weiwei's expression softened slightly at his words. He's... taking the blame for us?
Xiao Yue blinked, her anger deflating. He's being a gentleman. Even now.
But then Lin Weiwei tried to push Xiao Yue away while staying pressed against Lin Feng's chest. "Okay, but... let go of her now. Hold just me."
Xiao Yue immediately pushed back, trying to pry Lin Feng's arm away from Lin Weiwei's waist while keeping herself in his embrace. "No, let go of her. I should be the one here."
"I'm his fiancée—"
"I'm his wife! Well, in my dream I was—"
"Dreams don't count, you delusional—"
"Neither of you is going anywhere." Lin Feng's grip tightened on both of them, cutting off the renewed argument. "And neither of you is 'taking care of' anything."
"But Lin Feng, you clearly need—" Xiao Yue started, her hand still pressed flat against his chest.
"I need you both to listen to me." He cut her off, his voice firm but gentle. "I'm handling my own situation. Alone. In the shower."
"I don't trust her alone with you—" Lin Weiwei began.
"You don't have to trust her. You trust me." His arms held them both securely. "Nothing inappropriate happens today. I shower, get dressed, then we have breakfast like adults."
Both women looked at his face. Saw determination mixed with care that didn't invite argument.
"...Fine," Lin Weiwei muttered reluctantly, though her fingers were still curled in his shirt.
"I understand," Xiao Yue said quietly, though she made no move to let go of him.
Lin Feng held them another moment, making sure they understood who was in control. Then he slowly, carefully released them both.
"Fifteen minutes. Then we start the day properly."
He stood, grabbed clean clothes from the dresser, and headed for the bathroom. Both women watched him go with the focused intensity of people who had just been denied something they desperately wanted.
At the bathroom door, he paused and looked back at them. "I meant what I said. Just a shower. Nothing else."
Both nodded, though neither looked happy about it.
The door closed. Water started running.
For about ten seconds, the bedroom was silent.
Then came the soft sounds of movement. Footsteps. Whispered positioning.
When Lin Feng finished his shower and cracked the door to peek out, he found them exactly where he had expected.
Lin Weiwei sat with her back against the left wall, arms crossed, staring across the narrow hallway.
Xiao Yue sat with her back against the right wall, hands folded in her lap, staring back with equal intensity.
Neither willing to leave first. Neither trusting the other woman alone near the bathroom door. Neither willing to concede even the smallest territorial advantage in their ongoing war.
Two brilliant women reduced to a hallway staring contest because neither would give up bathroom door privileges.
Lin Feng closed the door again and finished getting dressed.
These two are just too adorable…
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Lin Feng finished buttoning his shirt and opened the bathroom door.
Both women were exactly where he'd left them. Lin Weiwei sat with her back pressed against the left wall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Xiao Yue mirrored her position against the right wall, hands folded in her lap with deceptive calm.
Neither had moved an inch. Both pairs of eyes remained locked in their territorial stare-down.
"Bathroom's free," Lin Feng announced.
Both women stood simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized. Neither took a step toward the bathroom door.
Lin Weiwei's jaw tightened. "I need to wash my face."
Xiao Yue's fingers pressed deeper into her palms. "I need to shower."
"So go ahead."
"You first."
The standoff stretched into its tenth second. Lin Feng recognized this pattern from intelligence work—two operatives who refused to show their backs to each other, convinced the moment they turned away would be the moment their opponent struck.
They're going to stand here all morning at this rate.
"Both of you," he said firmly. "How about you two go inside together?"
Lin Weiwei's eyes widened. "What? Together?"
"I'm not leaving you alone with the bathroom," Xiao Yue said, rising to her feet with fluid grace.
"Well I'm not leaving you alone either," Lin Weiwei shot back, pushing off from the wall.
They stared at each other for another beat, then both moved toward the bathroom door. Lin Weiwei reached for the handle first. Xiao Yue's hand covered hers.
"Fine," Lin Weiwei muttered, her cheeks flushing. "But no funny business."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Xiao Yue replied coolly.
Both women disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut with more force than necessary.
Lin Feng shook his head and headed for the door. Behind him, he could already hear the sounds of negotiation—faucets turning, cabinet doors opening, the rustle of towels being claimed.
He made it exactly to the door before the voices started.
Muffled by the closed door and the distance, but still unmistakably clear.
"—at least I'm not flat as a cutting board—"
"—flat? At least I don't look like I'm smuggling basketballs—"
Lin Feng paused mid-step, his face heating despite himself. He let out a soft breath, half-sigh, half-chuckle.
"—mine are perfectly proportioned, unlike your ridiculous oversized—"
"—oversized? Yours are practically invisible! I'm perfectly normal sized—"
"—normal? You look like you're going to topple over—"
"—better than looking like a twelve-year-old boy—"
The sound of running water mixed with their heated back-and-forth, voices carrying through the pipes.
"—I actually have an elegant figure, not some cartoon character proportions—"
"—elegant? There's nothing there to be elegant! At least I look like a woman—"
Outside, Lin Feng quickened his pace until he was out of his room, gently closing the door.
I'll let you two fight your petty catfights.
Lin Feng shook his head with another small smile and headed for the staircase.
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The main floor stretched out before him, morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and painting golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floors. The dining table sat empty, chairs pushed in precisely from the night before.
But the kitchen wasn't empty.
The rich aroma of coffee drifted toward him, along with something savory and warm. The sound of a spatula against a pan, the quiet hum of someone who was comfortable in a kitchen.
Lin Feng rounded the corner and found Zhang Tingting at the stove, her back to him as she tended something in a large pan. She wore the same clothes from yesterday—dark jeans that hugged her legs and a cream-colored blouse that brought out the warm tone of her skin—but they looked completely fresh, as if they'd been pressed that morning.
Her hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and she moved with the kind of unconscious grace that came from years of kitchen work. One hand held the pan's handle steady while the other stirred with precise, practiced motions.
The smell of perfectly brewed coffee mixed with what he now recognized as bacon and eggs. His stomach responded with an immediate growl.
"Good morning, Tingting."
She startled slightly, then turned with a smile that transformed her entire face. Apologetic at first, then genuinely pleased when she saw him.
"Oh! Good morning, Lin Feng." Her cheeks pinked slightly. "I hope you don't mind—I used your washing machine and dryer last night. I only had yesterday's clothes with me, and I didn't want to come down looking..."
She gestured at herself with the spatula, then quickly set it down when she realized what she was doing. "Like I'd slept in my clothes."
"It's completely fine." Lin Feng moved to the coffee maker, drawn by the rich smell. The machine was clearly expensive—all brushed steel and digital displays—but Zhang Tingting had figured it out perfectly. "You don't need permission for things like that."
"I know, but..." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture he was beginning to recognize as her nervous habit. "Your place is so nice. I didn't want to assume."
She turned back to the stove, adjusting the heat under what looked like scrambled eggs. But not ordinary scrambled eggs—these were pale yellow and impossibly fluffy, folded with the precision that came from years of practice.
"I hope you're hungry." She gestured toward the counter with her spatula. "I may have gotten a little carried away."
Lin Feng looked properly for the first time. The granite surface was covered with an elaborate spread that belonged in a hotel breakfast buffet.
Traditional congee simmered in a slow cooker she'd somehow found, garnished with green onions and century egg.
Steamed buns sat in a bamboo steamer, still warm.
Small dishes of pickled vegetables were arranged with the kind of attention to presentation that spoke of someone who understood food as more than fuel.
But there were Western options too—crispy bacon arranged on paper towels, the eggs she was tending, and golden toast cut into perfect triangles.
Everything was perfectly timed. Nothing overcooked. Nothing cold.
"Tingting, this is..." He stopped, genuinely surprised. "When did you have time to make all this?"
Her cheeks pinked with pleasure at his amazed tone. "I woke up early. Around six? I couldn't sleep anymore." She moved the pan off the heat and began plating the eggs with careful portions. "Before I moved into the dorms, in our noodle shop, we always started prep at five-thirty for the breakfast rush. Old habits."
She said it casually, but Lin Feng caught the unconscious pride in her voice. Three years of payments had transformed that shop from rental to ownership, but the work ethic remained.
"Your family must have the best noodle shop in the city if you cook like this."
Zhang Tingting's smile widened, and she turned to face him fully. The morning light from the windows caught the warmth in her dark eyes.
"My mother always said food is how you show people you care about them." She set the plate of eggs on the counter and reached for another dish. "When someone's hungry, you feed them. When someone's tired, you make sure they're comfortable."
She was moving as she spoke, her hands busy arranging servings with automatic efficiency. But her eyes kept flicking to his face, watching for his reactions.
Lin Feng poured himself coffee and took a sip. Perfect temperature, perfect strength. Somehow she'd figured out his preferences without asking.
"How did you know I like it black?"
"You always order it black when we..." She paused, her movements stilling for just a moment. "I mean, whenever I saw you at cafes around campus. You never added anything."
When we met to discuss Su Qingxue's situation. The unspoken words hung in the air between them.
Three years of meetings. Three years of her taking his money to put in good words with her best friend. For a moment, Lin Feng just looked at her, his mind wandering again about the old Lin Feng.
Zhang Tingting busied herself with plating congee, her cheeks slightly red. "Should I call them down? The food's ready."
"Let's give them a few more minutes." Lin Feng settled onto one of the bar stools at the kitchen island. "They seem... occupied."
Zhang Tingting glanced at the ceiling, where the sound of water moving through the pipes was barely audible.
"They really don't like each other, do they?" She joined him at the island, her own coffee cup warming her hands.
"That's one way to put it."
She was quiet for a moment, studying the steam rising from her cup. When she spoke again, her voice was softer.
"It must be exhausting. Having people fight over you like that."
Lin Feng looked at her. She wasn't fishing for information or trying to position herself in the conflict. She just looked... concerned. For him.
"Sometimes." He took another sip of coffee. "But they're both important to me. I can't just choose one and pretend the other doesn't matter."
Zhang Tingting nodded slowly. "At the shop, my mother used to say some problems can't be solved, only managed. You just keep everyone fed and hope they eventually figure out how to get along."
Keep everyone fed. Lin Feng looked around at the elaborate breakfast she'd prepared without being asked, the careful attention to everyone's needs.
"Is that what you're doing? Feeding us and hoping I figure something out?"
She blinked, as if she hadn't thought about it that way. Her fingers tightened slightly around her coffee cup.
"I just... I wanted to help. You gave me a safe place to stay when I needed it." She looked down at her hands. "My mother raised me to return kindness when I can."
The gratitude in her voice was genuine, but there was something else underneath it. Something warmer and more complicated that she didn't seem to recognize herself.
Her fingers tightened around her coffee cup, and when she spoke again, her voice was quieter.
"When my parents called yesterday morning..." She paused, her knuckles whitening against the ceramic. "They've never tried to set me up with anyone before. Never. In eighteen years, they've never once interfered in my personal life."
Lin Feng set down his coffee, giving her his full attention.
"But suddenly they were pushing me to meet this Long Tian guy. Because my cousin told them to." Her voice carried a tremor she was trying to hide. "My own parents, acting like completely different people. It was terrifying."
She looked up at him, and he could see the fear she'd been carrying since yesterday.
"You're the only person who seems... normal. Who isn't caught up in whatever that is." Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "I didn't know where else to go."
For a moment, there was silence between them. Then Zhang Tingting turned and reached for some plates.
"I should set the table. They'll probably be down soon."
She moved with quick efficiency, gathering plates and utensils. Lin Feng watched her work—the practiced movements, the unconscious grace, the way she seemed to find genuine satisfaction in taking care of others.
Three years of meetings about Su Qingxue. He'd paid her, she'd delivered reports, and somehow he'd never really seen her. Not like this.
Zhang Tingting glanced back at him as she arranged chopsticks beside the plates. "Is the coffee okay? I wasn't sure about the strength."
"It's perfect." And it was. Everything was.
The water upstairs finally stopped. Zhang Tingting's hands paused in their work, and she looked toward the stairwell with an expression he couldn't quite read.
"They'll work it out," she said quietly, though he wasn't sure if she was reassuring him or herself.
Lin Feng found himself hoping she was right.
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The sound of footsteps echoed from the stairwell. Two sets, moving at different paces.
Zhang Tingting's hands moved automatically, adjusting serving dishes, checking temperatures. Her shoulders squared as she prepared to play hostess.
Lin Weiwei appeared first, her damp hair catching the morning light. Fresh cashmere sweater, designer jeans. But there was something different about the way she moved—a loose-limbed satisfaction in her stride, the kind of relaxed posture that came after tension had been released.
Xiao Yue followed, her hair sleek and still slightly damp. Simple black turtleneck, tailored pants. Her usual rigid control had softened around the edges. Her chin wasn't quite as high, her hands weren't quite as precisely positioned.
"Good morning." Zhang Tingting gestured toward the dining table. "Breakfast is ready."
Lin Weiwei stopped at the kitchen entrance. Her eyes swept over the elaborate breakfast spread with a detached assessment—professionally done, adequately presented, nothing that required comment.
She moved to the dining table and settled into her usual seat without acknowledging Zhang Tingting's effort.
Xiao Yue followed with equal indifference. She took her place at the table, pulled out her phone, and began scrolling through messages while Zhang Tingting served.
Both women radiated the quiet satisfaction of territory successfully claimed. Their relaxed postures spoke of a night well-spent consolidating their positions.
Zhang Tingting moved between them with automatic efficiency, filling coffee cups, arranging dishes. The breakfast proceeded in comfortable silence punctuated only by the soft sounds of eating.
Lin Feng noticed Zhang Tingting's careful attention to everyone's needs—refilling cups before they emptied, adjusting serving portions, maintaining the perfect hostess performance. But Lin Weiwei and Xiao Yue barely registered her presence beyond the food appearing in front of them.
After the meal wound down, Lin Feng set his coffee cup on its saucer with a deliberate click.
"Tingting, what are your plans for today?"
His tone was conversational but carried an underlying note of practical interest.
Zhang Tingting paused in her plate clearing. "I should probably get some things from my dorm room. Clothes, textbooks, personal items." She glanced around the luxurious penthouse. "I wasn't exactly prepared for an extended stay."
Lin Weiwei's scrolling didn't pause. Xiao Yue continued reading her messages. Zhang Tingting's living arrangements were Lin Feng's domain, not theirs.
"That's not advisable." Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his expression shifting to analytical mode. "Su Qingxue is your best friend and roommate. Zhang Yuting is your cousin."
Zhang Tingting's hands stilled on the plates she was stacking.
"They know your patterns," Lin Feng continued. "Your schedule, your routes across campus, your behavioral habits when you're stressed. If Long Tian wants to locate you, they're his most effective assets."
The color drained from Zhang Tingting's face as the implications registered. "I… I hadn't considered that."
Of course she hadn't. Lin Feng filed this away as useful intelligence about Zhang Tingting's tactical awareness—or lack thereof.
Lin Weiwei glanced up from her phone, looked at them and then back at her phone. Zhang Tingting wasn't her problem anyway.
Xiao Yue adjusted her position slightly, maintaining her contact with Lin Feng under the table, but she didn't spare Zhang Tingting a glance.
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"So I can't go back?" Zhang Tingting's voice carried the weight of someone realizing their independence had just been significantly restricted.
Lin Feng considered for a moment, his fingers drumming once against the table. "You can go. But not alone."
Zhang Tingting's posture straightened slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I'll assign you an escort. Professional security, someone who knows how to handle university situations without drawing attention." His tone was practical, managerial. "They'll accompany you to your dorm, help you pack efficiently, and ensure you're not intercepted."
"An escort?" Zhang Tingting's voice held a note of uncertainty.
"Someone trained for this type of situation. They'll stay close, handle any complications, and make sure you get back here safely." Lin Feng's explanation was efficient, leaving no room for negotiation. "You'll also maintain constant contact with me throughout the entire trip."
Zhang Tingting nodded slowly, relief and nervousness mixing in her expression. She could retrieve her belongings, maintain some independence, but under Lin Feng's careful oversight.
"I understand. When should I—"
"This afternoon. I'll have someone here by two PM." Lin Feng stood, checking his watch. "You don't leave this penthouse until they arrive, and you don't go anywhere they don't approve."
His tone carried the absolute authority of someone accustomed to having his security protocols followed without question.
Zhang Tingting's face brightened considerably. "Thank you. I'll be ready."
Relief flooded through her voice, but there was something warmer underneath it. Something that made her chest feel lighter.
When did anyone last worry about me like this? Really worry, not just... he's treating this like I actually matter to someone.
Lin Weiwei pocketed her phone and stood. "We should get ready for classes."
Xiao Yue rose as well, gathering her things with calm efficiency. Neither showed any particular interest in Zhang Tingting's security arrangements—it was Lin Feng's decision to make, and they had their own concerns.
As both women headed upstairs, Zhang Tingting began clearing the breakfast dishes with notably more energy than before. Her movements were quicker, more purposeful.
Su Qingxue never got security escorts. Yet Lin Feng is treating me better than he ever treated her.
I… I still don't understand why Qingxue doesn't like him…
Because if it was me in her place…
Stop it Tingting! Remember, I'm just the matchmaker. At most, Lin Feng probably treats me as a friend…
Nothing more…
Lin Feng paused at the bottom of the staircase. "Two PM sharp. Don't open the door for anyone else."
"I understand." Zhang Tingting's smile was genuine, uncomplicated. "Really, thank you for taking care of this."
Her gratitude was so sincere, so obviously heartfelt, that Lin Feng found himself nodding before heading upstairs.
Left alone in the dining area, Zhang Tingting continued her cleanup with a lightness in her step that hadn't been there during breakfast. She hummed softly under her breath, the sound mixing with the gentle clink of dishes being properly arranged.
When was the last time someone planned around my safety like that? Made sure I'd be protected?
The penthouse felt less like a gilded cage and more like genuine shelter now. The morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed brighter somehow.
Zhang Tingting smiled to herself as she worked, already mentally planning what she'd pack when two o'clock arrived.
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[Zhang Tingting] ★☆☆☆☆☆☆ (1-Star Heroine)
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[8:00 AM – Long Tian's Bedspace Apartment]
Long Tian woke up in his tiny bedspace, four square meters carved out of a converted apartment housing eight students.
His phone lit up with two messages.
[Su Qingxue: Good morning Long Tian~ ❤️ I had the sweetest dreams about you last night... When can I see you again? I miss you already 🥰] Received: 7:46 AM
[Zhang Yuting: Morning baby! I woke up thinking about you (as always lol)... I can't wait for our next date! ❤️❤️] Received: 7:47 AM
Long Tian smiled, savoring them. Two beautiful women, completely devoted to me.
He opened his system interface.
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[PROTAGONIST SYSTEM - DAILY STATUS]
Su Qingxue: 72/100 (In love)
Zhang Yuting: 80/100 (Deeply in love)
Wang Xiaoling: 61/100 (Not yet encountered)
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Zhang Yuting at 80. Almost ready for final conquest. Su Qingxue solid at 72.
He got ready in his cramped space—worn jeans, clean sweater, old sneakers. Checked himself in the small mirror.
I have nothing. No money, no mansion, no car. But I have THEM. Lin Feng has everything—wealth, power, family empire. But Su Qingxue chose ME. The system doesn't reward inherited privilege. It chooses the worthy.
And it chose ME.
He typed quick replies, then checked Wang Xiaoling's profile.
61 baseline attraction. Today I push her to at least 65. I'll use the classic savior protocol—be a regular customer, show personal interest, help with her family's financial problems.
Long Tian stepped out into the cool morning air, confidence unshakeable despite his empty wallet.
I have no idea what Lin Feng is doing right now, but I bet he is not in a good situation at all. Hmm… He better watch his back then.
I will be systematically building my harem one strategic conquest at a time. I will make sure that you wont be able to look down on me next time.
Wang Xiaoling, here I come.
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[End of Chapter 37]