Hua Xin stared at the message from "Internet’s #1 Good Son" on her phone, her expression shifting instantly.

Seriously…

What a *shrimp-brain* thing to say 🍤 (disgusted teen face).

Did he really get so worked up from just *hearing* her voice? (smug) Already calling her "wife"? What was he thinking when he attacked her earlier? 😡

What should she reply… wait.

*What* should she reply??? 😨

The girl suddenly realized she had zero skills at being a high-tier, manipulative "green tea" who played Tom like a fiddle. She only knew how to go on the offensive!

She silently set her phone down, deep in thought 🤔.

First: confirmed—he was a total shrimp-brain and a massive pervert. Probably a middle-school virgin (scornful).

Then she fell quiet.

Uh… truth was, she was one too. And now, even *more* so…

👊🏻😡.

Second: her goal was to turn him into her obedient sugar daddy, coughing up gold coins 💰.

Third: she already knew exactly what men liked, wanted, and chased.

Conclusion: *total* control 🤏🏻😋.

The glaring "🥵" emoji under his message betrayed his desperate, throbbing eagerness.

A faint smirk curled Hua Xin’s lips. Unshakable confidence lit her eyes. Her bare foot, resting on the floor, swung happily.

Invincible Cat Paw: "Know you messed up?"

He replied almost instantly.

Internet’s #1 Good Son: "I messed up, wifey (🥺 sad puppy)"

Hua Xin’s eye twitched. *Tomorrow’s Thursday…* 🤤 She swallowed her nausea and typed on.

Invincible Cat Paw: "If you know you messed up, q me 50."

Internet’s #1 Good Son: "Show face first."

Invincible Cat Paw: "Not showing."

Internet’s #1 Good Son: "Then no deal."

?

The girl froze, phone in hand.

Seriously…

Are you *this* repulsive???!!!! 😡😡 How can anyone be this gross???

She muttered "pervert" under her breath.

Internet’s #1 Good Son: "Show your legs then."

Invincible Cat Paw: "Not showing."

Internet’s #1 Good Son: "Running out of lies? Think I actually believed you? Can’t show this, can’t show that 😰.

Let’s unfriend. Voice-changer foot fetishist 🖕🏻. What did I even do wrong? *Nothing.* You’re the real shrimp-brain."

?

Hua Xin stared blankly at the two messages he’d thrown at her.

*She* was repulsive???

*He* was playing the victim now??

I’ll fucking *shark-stab* you…

Her chest heaved violently. This was the *nth* time today she’d boiled over into red-hot rage.

*Calm down… must stay calm…*

*Buzz.* Another message alert.

The words on screen ignited fury in her eyes—enough to reignite the will to live in an Icelandic ice addict mid-withdrawal.

Internet’s #1 Good Son: "Cat got your tongue? I know you’re digging for stock pics 🤣👉🏻🤡."

"Stop searching. Don’t you have school or work? Total internet addict, huh 🤣."

Can’t take it anymore 😡. (gritted teeth)

Absolutely *cannot* take it anymore 🥺. (full mental collapse)

URRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!

She wanted to crawl through the screen, down the Wi-Fi signal, and punch his lights out.

"I’m looking for your *MOM*, you—!!!" Hua Xin yelled.

*Me* using stock pics???

*Do I need* stock pics???

I’m the ULTIMATE, MEGA, SUPER-DUPER GORGEOUS REAL-LIFE SNOW-CREAM GIRL RIGHT NOW 😡!!!

When people panic, they blush.

When they blush, they panic harder.

Hua Xin pulled up her camera 📷. The room was pitch-dark except for her screen’s glow, forcing night mode.

She angled the phone downward and *snap*—took a photo of her slender, porcelain-white calf and bare foot resting on the floor.

Back in the chat, his repulsive words still made her grind her teeth.

Photo. Click. Send.

Then, in a voice both soft and venomous, she sent a voice note.

She set her phone down, cold and ruthless as a shark assassin, and opened Tieba on her computer.

This time, she’d turn that repulsive shrimp-brain into a perfectly obedient gold-spitting lapdog.

If she failed?

She’d be *stir-fried*.

The girl swore this icy vow in her heart, then posted on the "Bride Bar" forum:

"Which wins harder in online dating: loli or mature sis?"

"How many steps to break a shrimp-brain middle-school virgin?"

Hmph… You’re *dead*!!

Tom, writhing in my palm ✋🏻… (cold-hearted Hua Xin) 😤

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Dorm 1225, Male Apartments, M City University.

The quiet room now overflowed with the scent of steamed buns.

Xia Yan placed buns and soy milk on his desk, splitting the rest. Before he could call out, Mu Feng—nose twitching at the aroma—sprang upright in bed like a coiled spring.

"Father, transfer funds immediately."

"How much silver?"

Xiang Guan, sleeping opposite him, ripped off his eye mask with a sneer: "Shut it, dumbass. It’s barely morning."

Mu Feng chuckled. "Then don’t eat." He leaped down the ladder.

"Why wouldn’t I? Xia Yan bought these for *me*. I’ll eat yours too."

Xiang Guan shot back, scrambling out of bed.

Xia Yan glanced at a new phone notification, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He handed breakfast to them with a light laugh:

"Eat fast. 7:25. We’ve got that 8 a.m. class."

"How much, *class monitor*?" Xiang Guan asked casually, as if afraid Xia Yan might not tell them.

"Seven bucks."

"Got it 👌🏻" ✖️2

They both sent 7.5 yuan without missing a beat.

Xia Yan sipped soy milk at his desk, eyes on the chat…

Then he subtly tilted his phone inward, shielding it from the two ravenous eaters.

He tapped the photo.

Her slender calf wasn’t stick-thin—it was a golden ratio that made you want to worship. Night mode revealed flawless skin, smoother than silk stockings.

A petite, adorable foot: rounded toes, clean nails, faint blue veins beneath snow-pale skin. The arch glowed with a tempting pink—like fresh strawberry jam on snow-white cream.

Sadly, the other "cake"… no, *foot*… was hidden by her calf.

Verdict: Her calf and foot were white. Not pure snow-white. Not cloud-flawless. Not jade-crystalline. Not paint-realistic.

But the kind of white that gleamed like it was already slick with his saliva 😋🥵.

Xia Yan swallowed hard, gulping down soy milk with his spit.

Clearly unedited. 100% natural snow cream.

So she *was* a girl…

Judging by the foot? Her face had to be 99+ points.

He bit into a white-bun exterior, but the taste was all wrong.

Boring animal-and-plant mediocrity 😥.

*Real* snow cream 🍦 had to be sweet 😋.

After saving the photo, he saw the voice note.

Habit made him hold it to his ear. A soft, furious "*shrimp-brain*" drifted out—just loud enough for Mu Feng and Xiang Guan to half-hear.

Xia Yan’s face stayed blank. He lowered the volume and set the phone down casually.

"What was that sound?" Xiang Guan asked, swallowing a bite, baffled 😦. He looked at Mu Feng.

"Dunno."

Mu Feng, equally puzzled 🤔, turned to Xia Yan.

"Director Wang asked me to her office today. Some tasks. Details TBA."

Xia Yan smiled gently, radiating trustworthy warmth.

"Oh↗→↘."

They grunted, unconcerned, and devoured their food.

Xia Yan exhaled quietly, then let a small smirk tug his lips.

"*Electronic pet?*…"

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*Ding.* Q-coins received: fi—f—fifty yuan.

Hua Xin’s face lit up instantly. Noodles still half-chewed, she stared at the golden notification—her expression blooming into pure sunshine.

She gulped down the noodles, joy practically spilling from her eyes.

"Shrimp-brain…"

She muttered it softly, almost fondly.

But she was *so* happy (Hua Xin’s tiny cheer).

🍴Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ 📱