Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter 56: A punch will make you cry for a long time, right?}

"Thief?"

Lin Yuan's first thought was that someone might be eyeing his Pagani, intrigued by its sleek, expensive design and likely assuming its owner was loaded.

Squinting into the shadow, Lin Yuan assessed the figure silently. His sharp instincts kicked in as he tried to determine whether this potential thief was alone and whether they were armed.

With his physique enhanced to a formidable 150 points, Lin Yuan was confident he could easily deal with any common thug who dared cross him. He prepared himself, muscles tensing subtly as he walked closer.

But as he neared, his wariness dissolved into surprise. The shadowy figure wasn't a thief after all—it was a slim woman. And not just any woman.

"Yan Ruyue?" Lin Yuan muttered, a mix of confusion and exasperation flickering across his face.

His battle-ready demeanor melted away, replaced by a helpless sigh. The stunning woman standing before him had a face that could charm the most stoic of hearts. Her cold, aloof temperament only added to her allure.

"Miss Yan," Lin Yuan began, his tone carrying a trace of playful exasperation, "you're a beautiful, dignified young lady. A cold and elegant president. But standing here in the shadows like this? Were you trying to scare someone? One punch might make you cry for days."

"Ah?" Yan Ruyue was stunned, her cheeks flushing at his unexpected remark.

Lin Yuan chuckled, raising a hand as if to calm her. "Relax, I'm just kidding. So, what's this all about? Did we run into each other by coincidence again? Or is this your way of secretly tailing me?"

At his teasing, Yan Ruyue's already flushed face deepened in color. His words felt like gentle ridicule, reminding her of their past encounters.

"No, it's not a coincidence…" Yan Ruyue replied softly, her voice tinged with hesitation.

She wanted to explain, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. Her mind raced with questions she had been too hesitant to ask earlier.

Why did Lin Yuan play the piano so well? Who was the girl who performed with him? What was their relationship?

She had lingered outside the stadium, debating with herself for ages. Ultimately, she dismissed her bodyguards, telling them to head home first, and decided to wait by Lin Yuan's Pagani.

But now, standing before him, all the thoughts she had rehearsed melted away, leaving her at a loss for words.

"Uh… just now, I sent my bodyguards home first," she stammered finally, fumbling for an explanation. "I don't have a car, so I was wondering if you could take me home?"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, his disbelief evident as he rolled his eyes slightly.

"In what world do bodyguards just leave their employer behind?" he thought to himself. "It's obvious she told them to go."

He didn't voice his thoughts, though. Instead, he simply opened the car door, tapped the steering wheel, and said, "Miss Yan, get in."

Yan Ruyue immediately moved to enter the car, but just as her hand touched the door, Lin Yuan added, "Hold on. I can take you home, but Miss Yan, you'll need to pay the fare."

Yan Ruyue paused, clearly startled. "Pay? How much?"

Lin Yuan pretended to think for a moment before smirking. "No money needed. Just give me your hair tie."

"My… hair tie?" Yan Ruyue echoed, confused. Her hands instinctively reached up to touch her neatly tied hair.

She hesitated briefly, unsure what he wanted with it, but then obediently removed the tie. Her silky black hair cascaded down in a mesmerizing wave.

She handed him the hair tie, her expression curious but calm.

Lin Yuan took it with a small nod, placing it in the car before gesturing for her to get in.

As he started the engine and the car roared to life, Lin Yuan's lips curled into a faint smile. He wasn't interested in the hair tie itself, of course. For him, this was about principle.

Lin Yuan believed in the idea of fairness and reciprocation—one shouldn't receive something without giving something in return. By asking for the hair tie, he subtly established that principle, even in this small interaction.

Meanwhile, Yan Ruyue didn't seem to mind. She didn't need the hair tie now that she was heading home, and the exchange felt oddly… meaningful.

As they drove, silence settled in the car like a dense fog. Lin Yuan kept his eyes on the road, his expression indifferent. Yan Ruyue, on the other hand, sat quietly, her thoughts swirling.

The stillness was eventually broken when Yan Ruyue took a deep breath and said, "Um… I'm sorry about what happened today. I was too direct, and I apologize if I was rude. I really didn't mean to offend you."

Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her voice soft and sincere. Her mind replayed the events of the evening, particularly her overly frank remarks. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt.

Lin Yuan glanced at her briefly before returning his focus to the road. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

Yan Ruyue's apology hung in the air, her blush deepening as the silence stretched. She didn't know whether Lin Yuan had accepted her words or if he was simply ignoring her.

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