Envy from the Next Table

"Husband, say something!"

Meng Qingyuan's voice was aggrieved. She truly hadn't expected Wu Meng to look so innocent, only for Brother Feng to buy her an entire apartment.

More than ten million!

Those two seniors who had made it before had already made everyone jealous with their two-million-yuan homes.

More than ten million—money ordinary people could never earn in a lifetime!

"Ahem, ahem, I'm drinking water."

Luo Feng was under attack below, the blood rushing downward and slowing his brain somewhat.

"Husband, I learned several new things. I'm just waiting for you to come test me."

"I want it~ Husband~"

Meng Qingyuan's voice was sickeningly sweet, leaving Luo Feng dry-mouthed.

He used to think women acting cute in movies looked fake. Only now that he experienced it himself did he realize how fucking amazing it was.

And below, Wu Meng was constantly curling, rolling, and sucking with her long, supple muscles.

He had already been in peak physical condition, but with the two women stimulating him through words and body respectively, the intensity rose to another level.

Give him a steel plate, and he could punch a hole through it!

But faced with a silky trap, all he could do was submit.

"Alright, Qingyuan, be good. I'm a little busy right now. We'll talk tomorrow."

Luo Feng had no choice but to put Meng Qingyuan off first. Without waiting for her to speak, he hung up directly.

Then he sent Meng Qingyuan a message: "I'll take you to buy a house tomorrow. You won't be lacking anything you should have."

Meng Qingyuan replied quickly:

"Husband, I'm not doing this for a house. I just miss you."

"When I woke up this morning and didn't see you, I felt so sad I wanted to cry."

"If I did anything wrong, tell me, husband. I'll definitely change!"

In the Porsche, after sending the messages, Meng Qingyuan was so angry that her already ample chest rose and fell without pause.

"Just you wait, Wu Meng!"

She steeled herself. Tomorrow—no, for the next several days—she would absolutely make Brother Feng unable to get out of bed.

After all, women couldn't be worn out!

Bang bang bang! Someone knocked on the car window.

"What are you knocking for... Uh, Officer, I'm leaving right away."

Meng Qingyuan hurriedly drove off in embarrassment, already calculating what clothes to wear and what new tricks to use tomorrow.

Western restaurant.

Zhang Haiyang and Qiao Xi were eating steak together.

They were both third-year students at Shangcheng University. Zhang Haiyang was the Student Union President, while Qiao Xi was the Head of the Literature and Arts Department.

"Qianqian, congratulations on advancing to Xinxin Culture's top 100!"

"Thank you."

He raised his glass and clinked it with Qiao Xi's, and each took a sip of red wine.

Zhang Haiyang was 1.85 meters tall, with a lean build and handsome features. His family assets exceeded a hundred million, and he usually drove a BMW to school. Ever since seeing Qiao Xi in his freshman year, he had been pursuing her.

"The next round is the top sixty-four qualifier. I've already prepared a hundred thousand to vote for you. Advancing will be easy."

"Of course, with Qianqian's ability, advancing is definitely a piece of cake. This is only to prevent others from using underhanded methods to squeeze out someone as capable as you."

Qiao Xi was 1.75 meters tall. She wore a cheongsam that accentuated her curves, and she was exceptionally beautiful with a gentle, graceful air. Her hair was pinned up, making her the very picture of a classical beauty.

She had countless simps at school, and Zhang Haiyang was among the frontrunners in her pool of admirers—first, because he was the Student Union President, and second, because both his looks and wealth ranked highly.

"You're so good to me."

As Qiao Xi spoke, she paired her words with an innocent, admiring gaze, instantly filling Zhang Haiyang with a sense of accomplishment.

"Qianqian, my feelings for you..."

"Haiyang, I've told you before."

"Right now, my focus is on studying and the competition. In my plans, I'll only consider dating after graduation, once my work and everything else have settled down."

Qiao Xi interrupted Zhang Haiyang's confession. In her pond, she had two other fish with strength comparable to Zhang Haiyang's, so naturally she could not make a decision now.

Yet Zhang Haiyang did not realize this. He only felt that Qiao Xi was an independent woman of the new era, someone with her own ideas and plans—the perfect match he wanted.

"Qianqian, of course I understand. I'll always stay by your side and support you..."

Zhang Haiyang smoothly delivered those saccharine simp lines. Qiao Xi gave him a perfunctory smile, then pretended to concentrate on eating and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Zhang Haiyang did not continue.

He secretly glanced at Wu Meng at the next table. When Wu Meng and Luo Feng had sat down earlier, her looks and figure had already stunned him.

First of all, her looks were on the same level as Qiao Xi's, just with a different style.

Qiao Xi was classically gentle and graceful, while Wu Meng was exquisitely cold and glamorous.

As for her figure, Wu Meng was a level above Qiao Xi. Those curves were the ultimate temptation.

He did not even dare imagine what it would feel like to touch that body—or do it with her.

Then he suddenly saw the goddess lift the tablecloth and crawl beneath the table.

After that, he saw the middle-aged man sitting across from her pick up his phone to answer a call.

The tablecloth covered everything below the man's waist, and then faint rustling sounds began.

Soon after, the tablecloth started rising and falling rhythmically.

"This..."

Zhang Haiyang looked at the middle-aged man.

He looked utterly ordinary, with a slight belly. After hanging up, he closed his eyes with an expression of pure enjoyment.

"Fuck, that goddess is actually giving this guy...!"

"And right here in a restaurant!"

He was insanely jealous. He had chased Qiao Xi for over two years and had not even managed to hold her hand.

It was like a game: he was still grinding levels in the beginner village, while someone else was already riding the BOSS and dealing mad damage!

"Haiyang, why aren't you eating?"

"What are you looking at?"

Qiao Xi noticed something was off. She looked up and saw him staring intently beneath the next table.

She followed his gaze.

She skipped over Luo Feng's ordinary-looking face and continued looking downward. Why was the tablecloth constantly moving?

She was not some naive little girl. She had never tried it herself, but she had heard about it and could imagine certain scenes.

"Are they...?" Qiao Xi asked with a frown.

The moment Qiao Xi spoke, Zhang Haiyang hurriedly pulled his gaze away.

Putting on a disgusted expression, he said, "Maybe. Society really is going downhill. They have no regard for the setting at all..."

But inwardly, he thought that man must be extremely rich. Otherwise, how could a goddess like that possibly do such a thing?

For a moment, he even wanted to ask Luo Feng how to pursue a goddess like that!

"I saw how focused you were just now. Were you jealous of that old man?"

Qiao Xi sneered. Most women understood perfectly well what men were like.

"Uh, no, not at all. I was just confused..."

Zhang Haiyang tried to explain.

"Enough. Hurry up and finish eating so we can leave."

"I feel like even the air is dirty!"

Qiao Xi pulled out a napkin and wiped her mouth, speaking impatiently.

Just as Qiao Xi and Zhang Haiyang were about to get up and leave, Wu Meng crawled out from under the table, sat properly, picked up her glass, and gulped down a large mouthful of water.

"..."

"..."

Qiao Xi stared fixedly at Wu Meng, stunned by her beauty and figure.

"Why?"

She could not understand it. Why would a goddess who made even her feel inferior do something like that for this man?

Shouldn't she use her looks and body to wrap men around her finger, then turn them into support for her career?

"Staring at my girlfriend like that is rude."

After getting off, Luo Feng looked at the two young people at the next table—more precisely, at Qiao Xi.

Seeing them staring at Wu Meng with shocked expressions, he assumed they knew what Wu Meng had just done for him.

"Keep it up, kid!" he said to Zhang Haiyang with a smile.

"Huh? Tha..."

Zhang Haiyang looked utterly baffled and nearly thanked him for the encouragement.

When he came to his senses, he realized that "keep it up" meant he was telling Qiao Xi to do that for him.

It would have been one thing if Qiao Xi were not here, but with the person in question sitting right across from him, this...

"Men are all scum!"

Furious, Qiao Xi grabbed her bag and strode out.

Wearing a cheongsam, the sway of her waist and hips tightly drew Luo Feng's gaze.