Chapter 44: Tang Tang's Subtle Psychological Shift Afterward
After Qin Feng and Tang Tang had slept together, they both fell into a deep sleep, utterly exhausted.
His skill had steadily improved—from just ten minutes at first, he could now last a full hour.
When he awoke, he found Lin Yuwei’s large eyes gazing at him closely, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
Lin Yuwei chuckled, “Satisfied? Even the campus belle of our Art Academy has let you sleep with her.”
Qin Feng contentedly patted Lin Yuwei’s cheek and gave her a playful head pat. “Completely satisfied.”
Lin Yuwei teased, “I must have played a crucial role, right?”
Qin Feng nodded, “Absolutely indispensable! Completely indispensable!”
Lin Yuwei coquettishly said, “Well, I’m hungry now. Can we eat?”
Qin Feng smiled, “Dinner’s served!”
Lin Yuwei added, “By the way, the bathroom still has that campus belle locked inside with your belt. How are you going to handle that?”
Qin Feng grinned, “If she dares to hit me, let her stay locked in there.”
Lin Yuwei laughed, “I like that. I never trusted that cheerleading captain anyway.”
Qin Feng said, “To please you, I’ll just tie Mu Qingyan up here forever and not let her leave.”
Lin Yuwei laughed heartily, “That’s twisted... I like it.”
With that, Qin Feng summoned the system and selected: [Sichuan Cuisine: Unlock the complete range including Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork, Mapo Tofu, Kung Pao Chicken, Twice-Cooked Pork, etc. Redemption cost: 10,000 points.]
[System: Host has chosen Sichuan cuisine. Deducting 10,000 points. Remaining points: 63,500.]
At Qin Feng’s command, the points were deducted, and the once empty dining table instantly filled with steaming, mouth-watering dishes.
The glossy red Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork emitted an inviting aroma of tangy, sweet, and mildly spicy flavors.
The golden-red Kung Pao Chicken was topped with crispy peanuts, tender chicken cubes, and a fragrant, spicy kick.
The Mapo Tofu gleamed scarlet; soft tofu adorned with vibrant green scallions and savory minced meat, bubbling with spicy heat.
The Twice-Cooked Pork was richly fragrant, each slice curled like a lantern, its sauce thick and savory without greasiness.
The entire room was filled with the bold, intoxicating scent of Sichuan cuisine, stirring Lin Yuwei’s appetite and awakening the hunger deep within.
Lin Yuwei, already famished, sat down at the table.
“Should we invite Tang Tang over to eat?” she asked.
Qin Feng nodded, “Yes, tell her to wear her prettiest clothes and come!”
Lin Yuwei smiled, “Alright, I’ll message her. After all, she’s yours now—I don’t believe she won’t come.”
She sent Tang Tang a message:
[Come over for dinner. Dress nicely! Pictures attached, pictures, pictures!]
Tang Tang had just finished showering and was wearing a white nightgown. Looking at herself in the mirror, the rosy flush on her cheeks had yet to fade.
She saw Lin Yuwei’s invitation and the photos—all her favorite Sichuan dishes—and couldn’t help swallowing hard.
Once, her heart had been deadened, filled with despair and disillusionment, seeing through the world’s harsh truths.
Men and women were nothing but trivial troubles!
As the apocalypse loomed, even best friends could turn against each other, and close confidantes could betray one another.
She had lost faith—in men, in women, in love, and in the world itself, even contemplating ending her life by jumping off a building.
But upon seeing the food, her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl; her appetite overpowered all reason.
She thought: Why should I die? There’s still so much delicious food in this world. I might as well eat well first.
Suddenly, Tang Tang realized a truth: the hunger mechanism designed by heaven was a blessing.
Whenever you grow weary of the world, your hunger reminds you not to overthink—just enjoy a good meal.
If one meal isn’t enough, have two.
Tang Tang resolved immediately: better to live stubbornly than die beautifully.
She decided to dress up beautifully and go to Qin Feng’s room for dinner.
As for what Wang Zi thought, she didn’t care. She had sacrificed and even killed for him—she had done all she could for Wang Zi!
So, she opened her wardrobe, determined to face this cruel yet tempting new world with her greatest asset: her appearance.
Her 172 cm model height was already striking, and now she was set to maximize this advantage.
She chose a tight pink dress, its hem perfectly cut to just cover the top of her thighs, fully showcasing her long, slender legs.
Her legs were smooth and fair, with flawless, delicate skin and sleek, toned contours.
From a pile of designer stockings, she picked a pair of black Balenciaga tights adorned with letter prints.
The sheer black stockings wrapped her shapely calves and rounded thighs, the black letters winding sinuously over her pale skin,
exuding a restrained yet luxurious sensuality, every step swaying with a fatal allure.
She applied delicate makeup, accentuating her eyeliner to deepen the sparkle of her naturally shimmering peach blossom eyes, enhancing their charm and coyness.
Standing before the mirror, admiring her graceful and seductive figure, the despair and despondency that had weighed on her vanished.
She was no longer a lovesick fool willing to die for a man.
She was a hunter who knew how to wield her own allure.
Beauty and food—they were her weapons to survive.
With her long hair flowing over her shoulders and dressed to captivate, she slipped on a pair of pointed nude high heels and headed to Qin Feng’s dormitory, room 301.
Knock knock knock.
Since the three girls in room 302—Cao Hong, Geng Xuan, and Pan Yu—were all dead, no one was left to watch Qin Feng’s door.
When Qin Feng opened the door and first saw Tang Tang’s beauty, he immediately felt reinvigorated.
He wanted to pull her inside and postpone eating, not minding another round of intimacy...
“Hi, senior,” Qin Feng said, his gaze fixed intently on Tang Tang.
“Hello,” Tang Tang replied shyly, lowering her head, feeling Qin Feng’s fiery gaze roaming over her.
But after all, girls dress up for boys to see, especially for the very boy who had just explored her intimately.
“Senior, you’re really beautiful,” Qin Feng sincerely praised.
“Thank you. May I come in?” Tang Tang blushed and asked.
“Of course.” Qin Feng stepped aside to let her in.
Once inside, Qin Feng took Tang Tang’s hand, and both of them shivered as if reconnecting on a deep level.
To be honest, after such intimacy, a tacit understanding and telepathic link often formed between man and woman.
Qin Feng’s spirit was high and confident, while Tang Tang blushed, her heart racing, her eyes soft and tender.
Hand in hand, they entered the space, and Lin Yuwei watched the pair before her, looking like a blazing wildfire of passion.
She thought to herself that after just one encounter, Tang Tang’s attitude had changed so drastically.