After I Stopped Being a Simp and Chose Money Over Love, the School Beauties Began to Panic - Chapter 49

Chapter 49

The battle between Zhao Shuangshuang and Shen Chenxi lasted from Monday all the way to Friday. Speculation over which campus belle would prevail never stopped circulating through the school.

From Monday to Tuesday, Zhao Shuangshuang’s stock surged. On Wednesday, Shen Chenxi suddenly struck back—during PE she personally handed Chu Feng water, making countless fans clutch their chests in excitement. But just as her momentum peaked, Zhao Shuangshuang made a move. On Thursday, she conveniently twisted her ankle, forcing Chu Feng to massage her.

Now it was Friday. Determined to reclaim her ground, Shen Chenxi blocked Chu Feng in his seat, leaving Zhao Shuangshuang no chance. As the one caught in the middle, Chu Feng didn’t go to the restroom all day, his face turning red from holding it in.

Finally, the last bell rang. He hurried to leave, but Shen Chenxi slowly packed her books, deliberately refusing to move aside. Chu Feng had no choice but to wait.

“My fan meeting is this weekend… are you really not coming?” Her soft, sugary voice was pleasant to the ear. Normally, Shen Chenxi carried an aloof, frosty air—just a glance from her could make people feel ashamed of themselves. Precisely because of this cold demeanor, the rare moments when she looked vulnerable had such an immense impact.

But Chu Feng didn’t waver. He had already planned to go to Lu Siyue’s house on Sunday for a massage session, but motorcycle girl Wei Qingyu had barged in, throwing 50,000 yuan on the table to change his mind. He was still racking his brain on how to explain things to Lu Siyue. Attending Shen Chenxi’s fan meeting was out of the question.

“Sorry, I’ve already made plans with someone for the weekend.”

As soon as the words left his lips, Shen Chenxi’s face froze in disbelief. “Zhao Shuangshuang?” The thought alone made her breath hitch. In her mind, she could already see Chu Feng and Zhao Shuangshuang walking hand in hand down the street. Her chest tightened with sharp pain, a kind she had never felt before.

Not even the brutal stretching in the training room, when her coach forced her shoulders and legs until she screamed, compared to this torment. That agony wasn’t even a tenth as fierce as what she felt now.

She didn’t understand what was happening to her. Lowering her head, her complexion paled. Yet Chu Feng, usually skilled at reading moods, failed to notice. His mind was elsewhere.

Eccentric Song Yuxin had just sent him a location, inviting him to a five-star hotel that evening. For two years, every time they met, it was always at her villa. Why suddenly a hotel this time? Was she planning some new game? Chu Feng could already picture himself being tormented.

Distracted, he answered lightly, “It’s not Zhao Shuangshuang. I’m meeting an old friend on Sunday.”

Hearing this, the crushing despair drained from Shen Chenxi like a receding tide. If it was an old friend, it must be a guy. As long as it wasn’t Zhao Shuangshuang, everything was fine. She finally stepped aside.

Chu Feng slipped past her, and as he left, he instinctively waved. “I’m heading off now. See you Monday.”

His voice was as gentle as ever. Yet the mention of Monday made Shen Chenxi’s eyes sting again. The exam was less than twenty days away. How many Mondays were left? How many more times would they see each other?

…

Saturday arrived. While most students welcomed two days of rest, Chu Feng braced himself with full focus. He took a taxi straight to Tianxiang Garden Hotel.

Along the way, his mind churned with unease. What trick would Song Yuxin pull this time? Last week, out of nowhere, she played a couple’s role with him, even dragging him shopping—a first. Normally she never let him leave the villa with her. After all, he was just the professional bootlicker she paid, her emotional outlet, a toy.

If they were seen together outside—by classmates or relatives—how could she explain their relationship? That was why for two years she never let him cross the villa’s gates with her. For Chu Feng, as a professional bootlicker, his work was supposed to remain hidden. He served many clients, treating each with devotion. If they ever learned they weren’t the only ones, if two of them bumped into each other on the street, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That was why he always avoided going out with clients. But last week, Song Yuxin had gone crazy, taking him to a comic exhibition—and trouble had indeed followed. Fortunately, the one they met was Wei Qingyu. He had served her for six months, and she knew him well. She hadn’t made things difficult, hadn’t exposed him, and he escaped unscathed.

But what if next time it was someone else? Like Lu Siyue? The thought of eccentric Song Yuxin clashing with the beautiful CEO Lu Siyue made him shudder. Lu Siyue might restrain herself, but Song Yuxin? She would definitely whip him with a belt.

“Going to a hotel shouldn’t be that unlucky… I won’t run into someone I know again, right?” Chu Feng muttered nervously. But remembering his own cursed luck, his scalp tingled.

The taxi gave him little time to dwell on it. Soon, it stopped at the hotel entrance. Staring at the luxurious, elegant building, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and strode inside.

Low profile, he reminded himself. Keep it discreet, reduce the risks. He ignored the two rows of qipao-clad beauties at the entrance and the glittering chandeliers overhead, scanning instead for Song Yuxin. Normally, her striking looks drew attention wherever she went, but he couldn’t spot her.

He sent her a message. Moments later, a reply buzzed on his phone.

[56th floor, Room 888, Presidential Suite!]

“One night here must cost hundreds of thousands…” Chu Feng sneered at the extravagance of the wealthy, even as he secretly yearned to be one of them.

With conflicted thoughts, he followed a waiter to the VIP elevator. Unlike the regular ones, this high-speed lift reached the floor in just thirty seconds. Soon, he stood before the door of the presidential suite.

He pressed the bell. When it opened, his eyes widened instantly.

Song Yuxin stood there in a black micro-pleated skirt so short that bending even slightly would reveal everything. Worse still, those flawless legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings.

Short skirt and black stockings—a sight to make even a dog drool. Chu Feng froze on the spot.

Song Yuxin grabbed his collar, yanking him inside. “Chu Feng, I prepared ten outfits. I’ll change into them one by one for you. Whichever you like, I’ll wear. Tonight, you don’t need to serve me. I’ll serve you…”

Her voice filled with seduction. But Chu Feng only broke out in cold sweat.

He remembered too well—the last time she acted this way, he had chosen a sailor uniform, and she beat him until he spat foam.

So that was why she picked a hotel this time. It wasn’t for romance… it was to make the punishment more entertaining.