Chapter 35: Tang Tang Slips Step by Step into the Abyss

The bathroom door was gently pushed open by a snow-white, slightly trembling hand.

The air froze in that instant.

Qin Feng paused in his lounging position on the sofa, his hand holding a teacup suspended in mid-air. His gaze, sharp as a torch, fell upon the girl emerging from the bathroom.

It was a beauty of extreme contrast.

The premier campus belle of Binhai University, a dance major, stood there gracefully dressed in a flight attendant’s uniform. The deep blue jacket was impeccably tailored, perfectly accentuating her slender waist. The buttons of her white silk shirt were fastened meticulously to the very top; beneath this aura of asceticism, Tang Tang’s long, snow-white neck was only further highlighted. The wine-red silk scarf around her throat looked like a shackle, yet served as the most vibrant adornment.

The gaze drifted downward.

The wine-red, hip-hugging mini skirt wrapped around her shapely curves. Below the hem, Tang Tang’s breathtakingly long, slender legs were revealed. Those sheer, cicada-wing-thin black stockings traced every line of her legs perfectly. There wasn't an ounce of excess flesh; they were full of the firmness and sense of power unique to a dance student, yet under the veil of the stockings, they exuded a lethal, seductive charm.

Adding to this, Tang Tang’s seaweed-like long hair was not pinned up but instead flowed smoothly over her shoulders, adding three parts of allure and seven parts of wildness to the rigorous uniform.

What was most moving, however, was Tang Tang’s face.

Those large, clear, bright eyes—usually tinged with a hint of arrogance—were now brimming with moisture, like a lake on the verge of overflowing. Her pearly teeth bit down on her lower lip, and her exquisite face was etched with humiliation and helplessness. The way she looked, on the verge of tears, was like a bullied young wife forced into prostitution by a tyrant.

Stunning, yet filled with the desire to be ravaged.

Tang Tang walked stiffly to the coffee table and, under Qin Feng’s condescending, scrutinizing gaze, slowly knelt down to continue the tea-making process she had left unfinished.

Qin Feng and Lin Yuwei sat side-by-side on the large double sofa, smiling like a king and queen overlooking the humble "maid" before them. Lin Yuwei picked up her teacup, took a light sip, and held her head high, her eyes flashing with the triumph of a victor.

"Heehee, Tang Tang, my dear, I really didn't expect this."

"You in black stockings... you look even better than I imagined. Why didn't you ever wear them before?"

Tang Tang’s fingers, gripping the tea tongs, tightened sharply, her knuckles turning white. She kept her head down, her voice squeezed through her teeth.

"I don't like them."

"Ha, what a pity then." Lin Yuwei chuckled, her eyes sweeping over Tang Tang’s straight calves. "These long legs of yours were born for this."

"There's nothing to pity," Tang Tang’s voice remained icy. "As dance students, we only wear flesh-colored pantyhose."

"Flesh-colored, huh..."

Qin Feng, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, eyeing Tang Tang with great interest.

"I prefer those."

Boom!

Tang Tang’s cheeks turned so red they looked ready to bleed, and even her earlobes burned. She dared not look up, attempting to mask her panic by working even faster. She placed a cup of freshly brewed black tea, served in a light green crackle-glazed porcelain cup, respectfully on the table in front of Qin Feng.

Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"It's ready. Please... please have some tea."

...

Meanwhile, in the men’s dormitory.

Wang Zi’s phone screen lit up. It was a series of photos sent by Geng Xuan.

In the photos, Tang Tang’s familiar and beautiful back could be seen standing in front of an unfamiliar door. The next photo showed the door opening, with Qin Feng wearing a playful smile as he reached out and grabbed Tang Tang by the wrist. In the final shot, Tang Tang was yanked inside, losing her balance and stumbling as if about to fall, while the door slammed shut behind her.

The video was only two seconds long, but it was enough!

*Crack.*

The video felt like a bolt of lightning exploding in Wang Zi’s mind. He was completely stunned. His pure, icy, and arrogant girlfriend... the girl hailed as the most dazzling cold beauty of Binhai University... had actually... behind his back... gone to another man’s dorm room?

Where was her usual cold aloofness? Where was her typical reserve? What about that self-respect she was so proud of? She had even lied to him, saying she was safely hidden in her dorm and wouldn't step outside!

Wang Zi stared fixedly at the image of Qin Feng grabbing Tang Tang’s wrist, unable to believe his eyes. The bitterness of humiliation and betrayal surged into his nose, and tears streamed down his face instantly.

A thought began to grow wildly in his heart, just as it had for Wu Changle back then: Kill! Kill Qin Feng!

*I’m going to slaughter Qin Feng! Even if I turn into a zombie, I’ll bite him to death!*

But, the next second, another thought forced its way in.

*Wait... current AI technology... those videos on Douyin can even do face-swapping and lip-syncing...*

*Could it be that Geng Xuan and Pan Yu faked these pictures?*

*Yes! That must be it! They are jealous of Tang Tang and are intentionally framing her!*

A glimmer of hope ignited in Wang Zi’s heart. The first thing he had to do now was immediately, right this second, ask her in person!

His heart cold, his hands trembling, he dialed Tang Tang’s video call.

*Beep... beep...*

As expected, no answer.

Wang Zi’s heart sank, but refusing to give up, he made several more video calls in quick succession. They all resulted in a busy signal. He switched to a voice call. Still, no answer.

That tiny sliver of hope was completely blown out. Wang Zi’s heart sank into a bottomless abyss.

He wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, his lips pressed into a deathly white line, his teeth grinding together so hard it sounded like they might shatter.

A crazed plan for revenge began to take shape in his mind.

After mulling it over, he decided the best way was just like Wu Changle!

He would have a classmate light a bedsheet on fire downstairs to create a distraction, and he would use the chaos to climb over the wall, scaling up the balcony behind the girls' dormitory!

He would sneak in under the cover of night and, while Qin Feng was completely off guard, strangle him to death with his own hands!

Wang Zi had absolute confidence in himself; he was a basketball player, agile and ten times faster than that fool Wu Changle! He would definitely succeed!

He yanked open his locker and pulled out a short stick made of walnut wood from the very back. The surface was covered in natural knots and was incredibly hard. He had used it to exercise his grip, but now it would become the perfect weapon.

He could already see himself smashing the stick into Qin Feng’s head, leaving him bloody and kneeling to beg for mercy.

At the same time, a darker thought surfaced.

He would also... personally ravage Tang Tang, that bitch!

That was his girlfriend! A girl he had pursued for so long, one he had kissed with such caution and hugged with such care, afraid of hurting her! His treasure, whom he hadn't even been able to bring himself to touch...

And now, she had been taken by another man...