Xia Luyao wore a white T-shirt, her skin as fair as jade; while Chen Yuanyuan donned a black outfit, her figure imposing.
The two sat facing each other, the atmosphere incredibly tense.
As Lin Beichen appeared, the tense atmosphere was instantly broken.
Xia Luyao, with a cold face, questioned Lin Beichen on why he was in the same room as Chen Yuanyuan, clearly misunderstanding their relationship.
Lin Beichen explained helplessly, but this only made Xia Luyao more displeased.
Seizing the opportunity, Chen Yuanyuan poured oil on the fire, deliberately provoking Xia Luyao. She took out a room card, claiming it was given by Lin Beichen, further deepening Xia Luyao's misunderstanding.
Facing Xia Luyao's barrage of questions, Lin Beichen's face grew darker, he rebutted, "So what if you've met her parents? This is my private matter, there's no need to report it to you, right?"
Hearing this, Xia Luyao was so furious she slammed the door and left, the sound of her crying seemed to echo from afar.
Lin Beichen touched his nose, spread his hands, and looked at Chen Yuanyuan with a helpless expression: "Was it necessary to get this worked up?"
Chen Yuanyuan, however, nodded seriously: "Not really necessary, but also kind of normal. After all, not every woman can be as understanding as me."
Saying that, she suddenly changed her tone and posture, coquettishly leaning on the sofa and said, "Ah, these things are gifts from my dad to you~ some luxury watches, shares, and such. He just wants you to spare us from further trouble."
Looking at the scene before him, Lin Beichen felt his scalp tingle. He said with a dark face, "Take your stuff and leave quickly! Tell your old man as long as he doesn't do anything against his conscience, he doesn't need to fear me causing trouble." Chen Yuanyuan, however, had the nerve to pocket the most valuable card and claimed she would handle this "trouble" for Lin Beichen. As she spoke, she ran to pack the other gifts, shouting for someone to move them. Lin Beichen could only shake his head helplessly and let her be.
"Therefore, I want to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude." Chen Yuanyuan's words were firm as she pulled Lin Beichen's hand without waiting for his agreement, leading him out. This scene was captured by Lihuo and others, instantly causing an uproar and commotion.
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Chen Yuanyuan drove her vehicle, carrying Lin Beichen, and shortly they arrived at a quite stylish Chinese restaurant. They parked the car in the lot and were about to enter the restaurant when a formidable black Land Rover suddenly approached. The car was equipped both inside and out with top-tier specifications, with some unique upgrades in details, bringing its value almost to the million mark.
With a roar, the Land Rover suddenly braked, coming to a steady halt next to the two. The window rolled down slowly, and an arrogant voice spoke from inside: "Look at you two, can't even wear something decent, all that cheap street market stuff on you probably doesn't add up to a hundred bucks, does it? Where do you get the courage, you poor guy, to stand beside my Yuanyuan?"
The car door opened accordingly, and a handsome, refined young man stepped out. He looked young, but exuded an innate noble aura. Everything about him, from the expensive watch, the exquisite clothing, to the meticulously chosen tie, showcased his extraordinary status.
This young man glanced disdainfully at Lin Beichen, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking smirk, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant: "Kid, you think someone like you is worthy to dream of snagging my Yuanyuan? She's far beyond the reach of poor guys like you."
"Now, disappear from my sight at once, or I'll let you experience a fate worse than death." His words were filled with menace and murderous intent.
"Cai Xingyu, what madness are you spouting here?" Chen Yuanyuan rebuked the young man angrily, her eyebrows arched, "When did I become your family's? Also, he's my friend, show some respect, or don't blame me for being rude."
"You, you're actually defending this poor guy?" Cai Xingyu's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy as he stared intently at Lin Beichen, his eyes almost materializing his murderous intent, "Tell me, what kind of spell did you cast on my Yuanyuan? If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I'll have you torn to pieces."
As high school classmates, Cai Xingyu had always held a special feeling for Chen Yuanyuan. He was well aware of Chen Yuanyuan's proud and self-centered nature, always dismissive of boys.
But now, she unexpectedly regarded this poor guy differently, which made him extremely angry and jealous.
Lin Beichen, however, seemed not to perceive Cai Xingyu's murderous intent. He glanced at him lightly and said indifferently: "Considering you knew no better, I'll overlook your disrespect. Now disappear from my sight at once, and I can pretend nothing happened."
"What? You'll overlook me?" Cai Xingyu seemed to have heard the biggest joke ever, his eyes widened, and pointing at Lin Beichen, he laughed out loud, "You, a poor guy, dare to say such things? You really don't know your place."
"I suppose you're new to Port City, aren't you? Daring to act arrogant in front of me without even knowing my status?" He looked Lin Beichen up and down and said in a cold, mocking tone, "But no worries, I'm about to teach you a lesson."
Lin Beichen suddenly smiled, his smile containing a hint of coldness: "Cai Xingyu, right? You think having a good dad makes you great? That you can trample others' dignity at will? Let me tell you, in my eyes, you're just a bug."