Chapter 52: The Campus Belle Completely Wrapped Around His Finger

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A wicked game of controlling the campus beauty...
A trap that ensures you won’t leave.

So,
Qin Feng crouched down and untied the Seven Wolves ropes binding Mu Qingyan.

Suddenly losing her support, Mu Qingyan’s body went limp, and she fell forward onto the floor with a thud.

The harsh impact instantly jolted Mu Qingyan awake.

She struggled to get up,
but her limbs were numb and weak from prolonged binding,
helpless like a lamb, trembling slightly as she lay on the ground.

“Qin Feng, you...” Mu Qingyan was astonished.

“Don’t speak.”

Qin Feng scooped her up in a princess carry, lifting the numb Mu Qingyan out of the bathroom.

His movements bore no tenderness, as if he were merely handling an object.

Bang.

Mu Qingyan was thrown onto the living room sofa.

Terrified, she curled up, shielding her delicate body with her hands, her voice trembling with tears:
“Qin Feng, what... what are you going to do now?”

Qin Feng smiled without answering. He walked over to the coffee table, opened the drawer, and rummaged out a first aid kit.

He recalled that when the system rewarded him, the drawer had been stocked with many household essentials—first aid kit, fire mask, sewing kit, and so forth.

He grasped Mu Qingyan’s reddened wrist, dipped a cotton swab in red antiseptic, and carefully applied it.

The icy medicine touched her wound, causing Mu Qingyan to gasp sharply in pain but she dared not resist.

At that moment, Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang emerged from the bedroom, still sleepy-eyed.

Both wore cute cartoon pajamas, their long hair loose, bare legs exposed, carrying a lazy beauty and that hazy look of just waking up.

Their gazes fell upon Mu Qingyan.

Lin Yuwei crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe with a half-smile:
“Oh, Qin Feng baby, are you feeling sorry for Miss Mu now? Already tending to your new pet’s wounds?”

Tang Tang also approached, curiously watching Qin Feng apply the medicine to Mu Qingyan’s wrist.
“I always thought you were rough and tough, but turns out you have a soft side for girls?”

Qin Feng smiled at Tang Tang’s words:
“Who said I’m rough? I can be gentle too.”

Mu Qingyan’s wrist was held tightly by Qin Feng, but her heart sank to the depths of despair.

Hearing those words, waves of humiliation surged within her, yet she was powerless to retort.

Qin Feng ignored them, focusing instead on wrapping a pristine white bandage around Mu Qingyan’s wrist, finishing with a delicate knot, as if handling a precious artwork.

When done, he patted his hands and looked at Mu Qingyan on the sofa, announcing:
“All right, Senior Mu, you may go now.”

The three girls stared in disbelief, their faces etched with confusion.

Let Mu Qingyan leave????

Qin Feng said to Mu Qingyan:
“Yes, I don’t actually like forcing girls.

“You can ask Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang, they both stayed by choice.

“I locked you in the bathroom these past two days as punishment for hitting me a few times.”

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“Now, we’re even, and I’m no longer mad at you.

“So, you can leave, go back to your dorm, to your home, whatever.”

Qin Feng spoke casually, but inwardly he sneered; he had already set a vast trap to lure her back.

He was certain this canary, just fled from its cage, would soon fly back on its own.

A girl surviving the apocalypse without relying on a powerful man—could she truly survive?

Naive Mu Qingyan was stunned by this sudden “forgiveness.”

Her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief: “I really... can leave?”

Qin Feng snorted: “What, you think I’m some lecherous demon? Just because I caught a pretty girl, I have to do something to her?

“No, I’m not that kind of person.

“I settle scores when wronged.

“You hit me, the debt is paid, so naturally, there’s nothing more. Senior, you may go.”

Half doubting, Mu Qingyan rose from the soft sofa,

the numbness in her body reminding her of her captivity.

She stepped cautiously, intending to return to her dorm.

Qin Feng reached out and gently grabbed her wrist.

Mu Qingyan stiffened, nearly expecting him to change his mind.

But Qin Feng smiled faintly and simply escorted her out of the system space, depositing her at the entrance of Dorm 301.

Mu Qingyan stood in the familiar girls’ dorm corridor, a faint smell of decay lingering in the air. She glanced back at the door of room 301 repeatedly.

Inside, Qin Feng’s figure vanished, never pursuing her.

It seemed he had truly let her go.

Ah, wonderful!

Finally free from that devil!

Mu Qingyan sighed in relief, gratitude flooding her heart like a survivor’s joy.

So, that bastard Qin Feng locked her in a pitch-dark bathroom for a day and a night, treated her with such humiliation—was it really just to retaliate for a few hits?

But... during that time, he fed her so many delicious foods.

Each bite was a feast that could drive any apocalypse survivor wild, casually served on a single plate, pushed forward by him.

Qin Feng was a man of contrasts—sometimes as cold as ice, killing without a blink.

Yet sometimes... he seemed rather kind to girls?

What game was he playing?

Mu Qingyan shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking about the contradictory man, and hurried toward her Dorm 424.

Dorm 424.

She pushed open the door and was greeted by a familiar scent, faint perfume mixed with a sweet fragrance.

The dorm was as orderly as ever, kept neat by two girls, a stark contrast to the gloomy, decayed corridor.

Pink sheets and comforters, curtains adorned with cute PPMT dolls.

On the desk, skincare and makeup products arranged neatly, with a half-eaten snack bag nearby.

On the balcony hung adorable lace-trimmed clothes, everything as peaceful and carefree as yesterday had been.

Only one roommate, Jiang Chuyi, was inside.

The other two roommates had gone out shopping on the day the apocalypse broke out and never returned—most likely already turned into zombies wandering the campus.

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Jiang Chuyi, the belle of the Economics School, standing 176 cm tall,

with a pair of stunningly long legs and perfect proportions, had gained some fame as a part-time car show model during college,

recognized in the modeling circle as a nine-heads-tall beauty in stockings, boasting hundreds of thousands of followers on Douyin.

She was sitting at the desk, carefully wiping an LV handbag.

It was a birthday gift from her wealthy second-generation boyfriend classmate.

“Yan’er? Where have you been these past two days?” Jiang Chuyi looked surprised.

“Nowhere... nowhere really.” Mu Qingyan avoided her gaze.

Jiang Chuyi's sharp eyes immediately spotted the fresh bandage on her wrist. “You’re injured? What happened to your wrist?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, just a little accident, haha.”

Mu Qingyan forced calm, slipping her hand inside her sleeve,

resolutely not mentioning the humiliating captivity by Qin Feng.

Jiang Chuyi did not press further. Instead, she took a small item from her drawer and handed it over,

wearing a slight look of condescending generosity.

“By the way, I got some supplies last night. You should have some. Shao Jinrong still respects me, went out of her way to grab them.”

Mu Qingyan looked down—it was a piece of grayish-yellow compressed biscuit.

One piece of this could fill you up.

But it was utterly devoid of nutrition, pure carbohydrates.

Pretty girls generally wouldn’t touch it unless absolutely necessary...

Mu Qingyan shook her head in distaste: “I’m not hungry, you have it.”

To be honest, she really wasn’t hungry.

The taste memory from last night was still vivid.

Three scallion-laden braised sea cucumbers, half a slice of sweet and sour carp, a piece of melt-in-your-mouth red-braised pork knuckle, two juicy four-joy meatballs, two oil-braised prawns, and four mackerel dumplings...

Though eaten on the cold bathroom floor.

Though the grand banquet dishes were humiliatingly crammed onto one plate.

Though the meal was laced with the shame of being dominated.

But that flavor... was heaven.

Now, looking at the dry, unappetizing compressed biscuit in Jiang Chuyi’s hand,

Mu Qingyan’s stomach churned.

Is that all? A car show model who’s “seen the world”?

Is that all? The one whose boyfriend is supposedly rich?

Acting superior over a compressed biscuit?

Mu Qingyan smiled on the surface but inwardly despised Jiang Chuyi hundreds of times over.

Girls are like that—when facing outsiders together, you think they’re the best of friends.

But when it’s one-on-one, they immediately start talking bad about their “besties.”