Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 58 Yan Ruyue couldn't sleep!}

Feeling uncomfortable, Yan Ruyue opened the car door with difficulty.

Outside the villa, several maids had already been waiting to assist her, their expressions filled with curiosity and concern as they saw Yan Ruyue return late.

But as they drew closer and caught sight of her disheveled appearance, they froze in shock, their mouths slightly agape.

Yan Ruyue, sensing their odd reactions, frowned and quickly took out her phone to check her reflection in its screen.

The image staring back at her made her gasp.

Her usually neat and perfectly styled hair now resembled a bird's nest, strands sticking out in every possible direction. Her cheeks, red from being battered by the wild gusts of wind, gave her a windswept look, while a few stray wisps of clear liquid lingered under her nose.

Her eyes, once bright and sharp, looked hollow and dazed, as if she had just stepped off the world's most terrifying rollercoaster ride.

"Lin Yuan!!!" she muttered through gritted teeth, biting her red lips to suppress her growing frustration. Without sparing the maids another glance, she stormed inside the villa.

She hurriedly washed herself up, scrubbing away the remnants of her chaotic journey home. It was only after a long shower and a careful session in front of her vanity mirror that Yan Ruyue finally recovered her usual beautiful and composed self.

Now lying on her soft bed, she couldn't stop her mind from replaying the terrifying yet exhilarating moments when Lin Yuan sped down the road like a madman.

The thought of how dangerously fast he had driven made her heart race all over again. Her adrenaline spiked as she recalled the furious wind whipping against her face and the sheer thrill of the ride.

It was frightening, yes, but also strangely exciting.

Fortunately, it had been late at night, and there weren't many cars on the road; otherwise, things could have gone terribly wrong.

She sighed, conflicted. Anger flared up briefly as she thought about Lin Yuan's recklessness, but it was soon replaced by an odd sense of longing.

Why did she feel this way? Why did the memory of the experience make her chest tighten in an unexplainable manner?

In the past, her life had always been calm and predictable, following the strict rules and plans set by her mother. While this made her a model daughter and a source of pride for her family, it also left her feeling trapped and bored.

But today, the wild car ride had broken through her usual cold and reserved demeanor. The unrestrained scream she let out in the car made her feel unexpectedly free, almost… happy.

A small, involuntary smile crept onto her face, but she quickly shook her head vigorously to dispel her strange thoughts.

"No, no. I must be out of my mind," she whispered to herself.

Trying to distract her restless mind, Yan Ruyue picked up her phone and opened WeChat. Her fingers hesitated as they hovered over Lin Yuan's contact image.

After a long pause, she finally mustered the courage to type a message:

Yan Ruyue: "Why do you play the piano so well?"

She hit send and waited.

Minutes ticked by, and her eyelids grew heavier as sleep began to overtake her. Just as she was about to drift off, her phone vibrated.

Lin Yuan's reply was brief and straightforward:

Lin Yuan: "Self-taught."

The two simple words instantly jolted her awake. She sat upright, her mind racing as she read and reread his reply.

While the response satisfied one of her curiosities, it still left her craving more information. Her frown deepened as she realized Lin Yuan was as concise as she used to be when speaking to him.

Biting her lip, she decided to ask another question:

Yan Ruyue: "What was the last piece you played? Could you tell me the title?"

This time, the wait felt even longer. Thirty minutes passed, and she was beginning to lose hope when her phone vibrated again.

Lin Yuan: "Sad or Happy."

Yan Ruyue softly repeated the title to herself, her voice tinged with emotion.

"Sad or Happy…"

The title resonated deeply within her. It perfectly described how she felt every time she interacted with Lin Yuan—caught between sadness and happiness, her emotions constantly in turmoil.

After a moment's hesitation, she decided to ask the one question that had been nagging at her since the night at the piano recital.

Yan Ruyue: "What relationship do you have with the girl who played alongside you?"

This time, however, her question went unanswered.

Minutes turned into half an hour, and there was still no reply from Lin Yuan. The lack of response made her chest ache slightly.

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On the other side of the city, Lin Yuan was lounging comfortably at home, his legs crossed lazily. He was eating snacks and leisurely surfing the Internet.

Occasionally, he exchanged lighthearted messages with Qiu Wanxi, Chi Qian, and Yu Shanshan, all of whom seemed eager to chat with him.

As for Yan Ruyue's messages? Lin Yuan didn't bother replying to them anymore.

He simply glanced at her question about the girl who played alongside him, smirked, and put his phone aside.

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