"No matter how old you are, you'll always be Mommy's baby!" Mom laughed on the other end of the phone, but she compromised, "Alright, alright, I'll only call you that when we're alone. On the phone, I'll call you Big Bro!"
"Fine!" Lin Feng nodded, inwardly relieved.
Whatever it was, it was better than "baby" — otherwise, he'd sound like a momma's boy who couldn't wean.
"I'm doing great here, getting along well with classmates, and I've gotten used to the food. Nothing to worry about!" Lin Feng replied to each point.
"Is your money enough? If not, don't be shy — I'll transfer you another five hundred!" Mom said with concern.
"Nah, Mom, I was just about to tell you!" Lin Feng's tone turned serious. "I've got a part‑time job now, and the money I earn covers my living expenses. You don't need to send me money anymore — save it so you and Dad can enjoy yourselves. And if I do well, maybe I can even send some home later!"
He'd been raised by his parents his whole life. They weren't wealthy, but they'd never skimped on him. Whether it was going out, eating good food, or getting a new phone, they'd done their best to give him whatever he wanted.
Now that he had money of his own, it was only natural to start giving back.
Still, he had to take it step by step. If Mom suddenly found out he had this much cash, she wouldn't be happy — she'd probably worry he was up to no good.
After some casual chat, Mom suddenly said, "Oh, do you remember Li Baixin?"
Hearing that name, Lin Feng's mind instantly conjured a blurry yet sexy silhouette.
The most vivid memory was from childhood, when Li Baixin had bathed with him. They'd squeezed into a small tub together, her soft breasts brushing against him from time to time. Sometimes, when his little guy got hard, she'd slide her slick petals over it, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Many a late night, Lin Feng had relied on that hazy memory — the sensation of petals gliding over his cock, the firm little nipples grinding against him — to reach new heights of "growth."
Thinking of that, he blurted out, "Baixin?"
"Yes, her!" Mom sounded thrilled. "She graduated from college, stayed in our small town for a year, but there weren't many opportunities. Her mom told her to try her luck in Jiangcheng. I figured since you're there, you could look out for her, help her find a place, and get her familiar with the area. After all, Baixin took care of you a lot when you were little!"
Another scene surfaced in Lin Feng's mind.
One summer afternoon, Li Baixin had dragged him into a corner, pulled his pants down to his ankles, and started flicking his little guy with her fingers — blip, blip.
She'd even rounded up a few other little girls to watch, acting like a big sister boss, announcing, "This is my little brother — feel free to look!"
To keep him from telling, she'd bought him all kinds of snacks afterward.
To the adults, that just proved "Baixin is great with her little brother and treats him really well."
"Alright, I got it. When's she coming?" Lin Feng snapped back to reality and asked.
"She'll head over next week and will contact you in advance. Go pick her up from the station. Also, find a place beforehand — don't let the poor girl stay in a hotel when she arrives." Mom instructed, still worried.
"Got it, Mom, you can trust me to handle it!" Lin Feng replied with a smile.
Mom rambled on with more advice for a while before reluctantly hanging up.
"Li Baixin…"
Lin Feng put his phone away and murmured the name to himself.
She was six years older than him, so she'd be twenty‑four now.
Wonder what she looks like now… Probably even sexier, right?
The moment he thought of Li Baixin, his mind conjured an image of them naked, pressed tightly together in the bath, his cock and her little pussy grinding against each other.
The warm steam, slippery skin, and her curious little face leaning between his legs, inspecting closely…
Back then, he was too young to understand; now, looking back…
Sss—!
A fresh wave of lust surged up inside him.
The fire stirred up by Gu Qingqiana still hadn't died down, and now Li Baixin — his childhood "mentor" — had thrown fuel on it.
He needed to vent.
Lin Feng quickened his pace, following Su Qingwen's location, and soon arrived on the third floor of Wanda Plaza.
This floor was women's fashion — bright lights, bustling crowds.
He scanned the area and quickly spotted Su Qingwen at the entrance of an elegantly decorated boutique.
Today she wore a beige knit maxi dress, topped with a light brown lightweight trench coat, white sneakers, and her silky long hair draped over her shoulders, swaying gently with her movements.
She looked calm and gentle, with the kind of neighborly big‑sister vibe that made people want to confide in her.
The fitted knit dress perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure, especially her round, perky butt, which formed a mature arc under the skirt — making one want to give it a hard smack from behind.
She was tilting her head, chatting with someone beside her, hand covering her mouth as she laughed lightly, eyes curved like crescents — demure, pure, and adorable.
It was hard to imagine that this same woman had once been ridden to exhaustion on a hotel bed by him, crawling around and begging for mercy over a phone.
Even harder to picture her straddling him in his Yangwang U8, grinding hard to earn ten thousand yuan, sweat soaking her hair.
Standing next to her was a guy who looked as wholesome as they come — black-rimmed glasses, a checkered shirt, arms loaded with shopping bags. Clearly, he'd just bought her a pile of stuff.
Su Qingwen merely smiled at him, and his face instantly flushed crimson. His hands didn't know where to go, so he just tightened his grip on the bags.
Holy crap!
Lin Feng's brow furrowed.
This Su Qingwen — here we go again!
First, she tried to rope him into being her backup guy, and now she was scouting a new simp?
Lin Feng didn't rush over. Instead, he pulled out his phone, leaned against a pillar nearby, and sent Su Qingwen a message:
[Where are you and your friend? I'm here.]
At the boutique entrance, Su Qingwen's phone vibrated.
She checked it, and her smile instantly froze; a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
She quickly scanned the area, didn't see Lin Feng, and let out a small sigh of relief before rapidly typing:
[Oh, you got here so fast! I'm still at another store with my friend — it's too crowded here. Go wait for me at the milk tea shop on the first floor, I'll be there soon!]