Chapter 34: Tang Tang Put on the Black Silk Flight Attendant Uniform

After Tang Tang entered Room 301, she immediately let Qin Feng take her hand, and they entered the space.

The next second, the world spun around her.

When Tang Tang regained her footing, she was already inside Qin Feng’s system space, a room decorated in pure white.

A rich, unfamiliar scent of photinia blossoms instantly enveloped her, mingled with the lingering moisture of a recent bath and the intense, unmistakable musk of adult hormones.

Tang Tang’s cheeks flushed instantly.

Though she had never experienced it firsthand, she had seen enough to know exactly what that scent signified. Not long ago, Qin Feng and Lin Yuwei had been here... engaged in fifty minutes of intimacy.

Afterward, a system prompt echoed in Qin Feng’s mind:

【Ding!】
【Detection confirmed: The number one campus belle, 'Lin Yuwei,' has fully submitted. Loyalty locked. Following high-intensity activity, you are awarded 10,000 emotional points.】
【New mission released: Host, please conquer the new target, 'Tang Tang,' as soon as possible to unlock higher-tier system rewards.】

A cold smirk played on his lips.

Very well, he would keep up the momentum.

He sat on the sofa, composed and relaxed, his eyes scanning his latest prey—Senior Tang Tang—like a hunter assessing an animal that had just fallen into his trap.

Click. The bathroom door opened.

Lin Yuwei, freshly showered, stepped out.

She wore only a simple white, round-neck cotton pajama set that clung softly to her exquisite curves. Her hair was still damp, cascading over her shoulders, and her pretty face was flushed with a rosy glow. Her eyes shimmered with an irrepressible allure and the satisfied, languid air of one who had been thoroughly pampered.

Seeing Tang Tang, she offered a slight smile, one devoid of the reserve she had once possessed.

"Hi, Tang Tang, you're here," Lin Yuwei greeted with a smile.

"Yes... you... you’ve bathed," Tang Tang stammered.

"Yes, I was full from earlier, so I took a shower," Lin Yuwei explained—an explanation that made things feel even more awkward.

Tang Tang’s gaze was immediately drawn to the dining table.

It was indeed spread with a dazzling array of Beijing cuisine. There was a glistening, perfectly sliced Peking duck, shredded pork in savory bean sauce, and a large bowl of zhajiang noodles... The aroma was so tantalizing that she couldn't help but swallow hard.

Beside the dining table sat a new, delicate tea table, complete with a purple clay tea set and four small, elegantly packaged tins of tea leaves.

"Is... is my task today to prepare tea for you?" Tang Tang tried to keep her voice steady.

"Yes."

Qin Feng leaned back on the sofa, speaking lazily.

"We’re a bit tired from earlier, and we’re quite thirsty now."

"All right."

Tang Tang took a deep breath, telling herself this was just a job.

"I learned the art of tea at home. People from my hometown all love drinking tea."

She walked to the tea table and sat down on her knees with practiced grace. She began to boil water, warm the cups, and prepare the tea, her movements flowing like water, possessing a captivating, elegant charm.

***

However, Qin Feng’s brow furrowed.

Tang Tang was dressed too conservatively today.

She wore baggy black streetwear pants and an equally loose white T-shirt, completely concealing the remarkable flexibility and perfect curves she possessed as a dance major.

This wouldn't do.

"Senior," Qin Feng’s voice rang out again, "this won't work."

Tang Tang’s movements faltered. She looked up in surprise. "What’s wrong? Are my steps for making tea incorrect?"

"The attire is wrong," Qin Feng shook his head.

"The attire?"

"Yes."

As he spoke, Qin Feng reached into a drawer beneath the tea table and pulled out a set of neatly folded clothes.

A dark blue flight attendant’s jacket, a white silk shirt, a wine-red hip-hugging skirt, and even... a pair of brand-new, sheer black stockings and a pair of delicate high heels.

These were the default set left behind by the AI stewardess, Xiao Qing, from the last time.

"Put these on," Qin Feng’s tone was unquestionable.

Tang Tang’s face ignited, turning as red as if it had been scorched by fire.

"You... you want me to wear this?"

"Don't overthink it."

There was a hint of mockery in Qin Feng’s eyes.

"This isn't fetish wear; it’s the formal uniform for flight attendants. I just want you to be more professional and add a sense of ritual when you serve tea."

"And if... I refuse to wear it?" Tang Tang bit her lip, her voice trembling.

Qin Feng’s expression turned cold instantly, the temperature in his eyes dropping to freezing.

"If you don't, then get out."

"And from now on, never come back."

Get out?

The words struck Tang Tang like a heavy hammer.

Ever since she was a child, she had been a pampered darling, the most dazzling campus belle of Binhai University. The boys around her either admired her from afar or fawned over her up close; who had ever spoken to her with such cruelty?

Moreover, she had come here today to "work."

The boss was actually telling her, "do it or get out"?

Humiliated tears welled up in her eyes. She stood up abruptly, a surge of reckless defiance rising in her heart.

Fine, she would leave!

She turned and headed toward the direction where she remembered the door being.

One step, two steps...

However, she realized with horror that there was no door at all!

The walls and furniture were all familiar, but there was simply no exit to be found.

***

This was Qin Feng’s absolute domain.

Without his permission, she had nowhere to run.

The realization sent a chill through her entire body, as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she could not wake.

Her gaze swept frantically around the room, eventually settling on a massage chair not far away.

Lying carelessly on it was a pile of dark, heavy metal objects.

Though she didn't know the models, the thick barrels gleaming with a cold, dark luster were clearly automatic rifles! Beside them lay a shorter, thicker-barreled weapon—a shotgun, just like the one she had seen in the movie *Léon: The Professional*.

She remembered that movie vividly because the lead actor was the same man who played Sirius Black in *Harry Potter*.

One shot could blow a person away!

In that moment, the warning from her boyfriend, Wang Zi, echoed in her ears: "Don't go to Qin Feng's place! He has guns!"

Ah, it was too late.

Everything was too late.

Today, she had truly walked into a wolf's den, and she had done it of her own accord.

Just as Tang Tang stood helpless and shivering, a pair of soft arms wrapped around her.

It was Lin Yuwei.

"Oh, Tang Tang, just put it on. It's no big deal."

Lin Yuwei’s voice was gentle, carrying the consolation of someone who had been through it before.

"When we were ceremonial hostesses for the sports meet, didn't we wear similar uniforms? Look at this skirt; the hem reaches the knees; it’s not a short skirt at all. And why worry about black stockings? Didn't we all wear them back then? It’s very formal. Besides, you’re just serving tea, and you get to eat such delicious Peking duck—it’s a great deal."

She leaned into Tang Tang’s ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"As long as we don't say anything, your boyfriend, Wang Zi, won't know a thing!"

These words were like the final straw, crushing the last bit of resistance in Tang Tang’s heart.

That’s right, Qin Feng already had Lin Yuwei... he probably... wouldn't do anything to her, right?

She hesitated for a long time. Under the gaze of Qin Feng’s icy eyes and the gentle push from Lin Yuwei, she finally nodded stiffly, like a puppet on strings.

She picked up the clothes and walked into the bathroom.

The mirror reflected a face of breathtaking beauty.

Skin white as snow, bright eyes, pearly teeth, and hair like a waterfall.

A few minutes later, she emerged in the full flight attendant uniform. Looking at herself in the mirror—the snug white shirt, the wine-red skirt, and her legs encased in black silk and delicate high heels—a sense of unfamiliarity and shame, unlike anything she had ever felt, washed over her.

She let out a long sigh.

Alas.

Even her boyfriend, Wang Zi, had never seen her look like this.

Yet today, she was wearing it for Qin Feng alone.