{Chapter: 273 Sister Yuxian doesn't like having fun with me?}
"Pooh!" Mei Yuxian scoffed over the phone, her tone deliberately dismissive. "Who said I miss you? You're dreaming. It's Qingtong who's been shouting, 'I miss Brother Lin Yuan' every hour of the day."
Despite her words, the truth was that Mei Yuxian did miss him—a lot more than she would ever admit out loud.
That night with Lin Yuan had been a turning point for her. Before that, as someone reserved and dignified, she never paid much attention to such intimate matters. But after experiencing a night of passion with him, something inside her had awakened. Her desires, which had long been dormant or suppressed by duty and family expectations, surged like a tide she could no longer ignore.
Since then, not a day—or night—went by without her thinking of him. But that one night also left her with a bit of lingering soreness, making her both crave and fear a repeat. Lin Yuan, on the other hand, had been too occupied lately—first dismantling the Qingshan Gang, then staying at Qiu Wanxi's side during her treatment. Naturally, he hadn't found time to return to Mei Yuxian.
Still, the cold and graceful matriarch of the Mei family couldn't help but let a faint trace of longing creep into her voice.
Lin Yuan could hear it clearly.
He chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a playful tone. "So... tomorrow, should I drop by to spend some quality time with my beautiful Sister Yuxian? Maybe have a little fun—and while I'm there, we can also talk about the Chen family situation."
He emphasized the words "have a little fun" deliberately, teasing her.
Mei Yuxian's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly bristled, flustered. "What are you even talking about!?" she snapped. "I told you—it's business! We have serious things to discuss!"
Lin Yuan continued to play along, his voice smooth and unhurried. "Oh? You don't want to have fun with me? Alright then. I guess I'm just a little busy these days. Maybe I'll come over the day after tomorrow instead."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then, in a much softer, almost whisper-like voice, Mei Yuxian replied, "I… I like it. Come tomorrow."
The corners of Lin Yuan's lips curled upward into a smug grin. Her shy, reluctant confession was more intoxicating than any fine wine. Even just her voice stirred something deep within him—she had the kind of beauty and allure that could set any man's blood on fire.
"All right then," he said, his tone gentle but mischievous. "Tomorrow, I'll come spoil my lovely baby wife."
"Pooh! Who's your wife? Call me Sister Yuxian!" she barked one last time, before quickly hanging up to hide her embarrassment.
Lin Yuan laughed to himself as he put the phone down, clearly enjoying the interaction. He could easily guess what Mei Yuxian was feeling—still a little shy, not ready to open up fully, but gradually accepting him.
He figured he'd load up on oysters and scallops tonight—fuel for what he had planned tomorrow.
After ending the call, he glanced out the window of his Rolls-Royce Phantom, parked near the female dormitory where Chi Qian and Yu Shanshan were staying. The area was busier than before.
Several other luxury cars had pulled up—Mercedes-Benz, BMWs, even a bright red Ferrari. Some of the cars had chilled water bottles visibly placed on the dashboard or passenger seats, clearly intended as bait.
Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow but wasn't surprised. The Jiangbei Conservatory of Music was renowned for its abundance of beautiful and talented female students. With youth and charm on their side, many of these girls drew the attention of wealthy suitors or playboys eager to get close to them.
Some were just trying to score a date. Others were after something more transactional and a fun night.
Just as he was taking it all in, an older dormitory matron suddenly stormed out of the building.
She charged toward the line of parked luxury vehicles with the intensity of someone who had been pushed one time too many. Rapping on hoods and slapping side mirrors, she shouted curses that echoed through the dorm courtyard.
"You again! Didn't I chase you off yesterday?! And you—how many times have I told you people? Every night! You think this is a showroom for cars or girls?!"
Her voice was hoarse, filled with frustration, and her broom waved like a sword of justice in her hand.
The drivers in the flashy cars either laughed awkwardly or drove off hastily.
Lin Yuan chuckled at the sight and shook his head.
This little world of theirs was never short of drama.
He took a leisurely sip of the milk tea he had bought earlier, rolled down the window slightly to enjoy the evening breeze, and settled back into the seat.
"Waiting for someone, huh? Everyone's waiting for someone! This car's waiting for someone! That car's waiting for someone! Hah! I'm telling you, none of you are waiting for anyone real!"
"Move along, move along! In two minutes, the security team will be here, and when they show up, don't blame me when your fancy little toys get smashed!"
The dormitory supervisor — an older, sharp-tongued woman with surprising energy — stormed through the female dormitory parking lot like a one-woman army. Her words fired off like a machine gun, rapping at the luxury car owners parked nearby with unrelenting aggression.
Lin Yuan and the other drivers, who were seated in their high-end vehicles, were completely stunned. None of them expected this auntie to be so... spirited. She wasn't just yelling — she was scolding with such passion and authority that even grown men in Ferraris flinched.
It was a live performance of indignation. The cultural impact was unmistakable — scolding like this took years of practice.
But this dormitory auntie wasn't just barking for show. She was serious.
Knowing full well that many of these wealthy men were only there to hook up with young hot girls, she showed no mercy. She marched up to each vehicle, knocking aggressively on their windows, berating them for their shameless behavior, and driving them off one by one.
Anyone who was slow to respond got hit with the verbal equivalent of a bucket of dog's blood — scathing words that cursed them up and down. (T/N: 'Pouring dog's blood' is a Chinese idiom that means to be severely scolded or berated.)
As for those who had placed bottled water on their hoods as a subtle invitation for passing girls to approach — well, the auntie was prepared for that too. She brought a plastic bag with her, casually opened one bottle to take a swig herself, and stuffed the rest into her bag like a seasoned confiscator of contraband.
Faced with her ferocity — and her threats that a full security squad would arrive soon — the owners of the Mercedes-Benzes, BMWs, and Ferraris made a swift retreat, driving several hundred meters away from the dormitory gates.
And yet, Lin Yuan's Rolls-Royce Phantom remained parked confidently in place — utterly unmoved.
The dormitory auntie, noticing the sole remaining luxury car, frowned and squinted in suspicion. Why hadn't this one moved yet?
Determined to finish the job, she marched over to Lin Yuan's vehicle with purpose.
Before she could launch into another tirade, Lin Yuan calmly rolled down his window. His demeanor was composed, his expression soft and elegant.
"Auntie, I really am here waiting for someone," Lin Yuan said casually, without the slightest trace of nervousness. There was no flattery or persuasion in his voice — just a simple statement of fact. After all, he really was waiting for someone, and he didn't care how fearsome she appeared.
But what happened next took him by surprise.
The dormitory auntie froze for a second. Her weathered, stern face softened, and a rare, almost bashful light came into her eyes. A smile — one that hadn't surfaced in years — began to bloom across her face.
"Young man, you… you're different from the rest of them greasy car owners. You look clean and proper. Auntie believes you!" she said, nodding repeatedly.
Then, as if inspired by some impulsive courage, she leaned forward slightly. "Say, why don't you leave me your phone number? Just in case. Let's stay in touch."
"Uh…"
Lin Yuan was momentarily speechless.
He stared at her, unsure whether he had misheard. Her expression, though still wrinkled with age, was now brimming with delight — the kind that made him feel just a little uncomfortable.
In that moment, Lin Yuan realized something very true — in this world, a handsome face could sometimes be more powerful than money.
Still trying to maintain a polite expression, Lin Yuan offered a charming but strategic smile. "Ah, Auntie, I didn't bring a pen or paper today. How about I come back tomorrow and write it down for you then?"
"It's alright! I have everything!" she chirped excitedly. "I'll go get them from the duty room now!"
With surprising speed for a woman her age, the auntie turned around and jogged off toward the building. Lin Yuan watched her sturdy figure rushing away and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
If he was feeling slightly awkward, then the other car owners who had been chased off were practically devastated. From their parked positions a few hundred meters away, they could only stare in disbelief.
Just moments ago, they had been scolded and driven away like pests. And now, that same fierce auntie was practically swooning over Lin Yuan?
There was no fairness in the world. But even they had to admit it: in terms of car model and in terms of appearance, Lin Yuan was simply leagues ahead of them. There was no comparison. No competition. Just acceptance.
And so, Lin Yuan's Rolls-Royce Phantom became the undeniable centerpiece of the female dormitory's parking lot — a shining symbol of style, mystery, and status.
Naturally, a few curious and friendly girls from Jiangbei Conservatory of Music couldn't resist walking over to talk to him. They were attractive — with elegant posture and confident charm — and in any other circumstance, they would have drawn plenty of attention.
But Lin Yuan had seen many beautiful women. These girls, while lovely, didn't even stir his interest.
He had no desire to flirt or chat. Instead, his thoughts were focused entirely on a more pressing matter: how to tactfully reject the enthusiastic dorm auntie before she returned.
Just as he began to consider his escape plan, the dormitory doors opened again — but not for the auntie.
This time, it was Chi Qian and Yu Shanshan who stepped out first, walking together under the soft glow of the dorm's exterior lights.
Lin Yuan exhaled in relief.
Saved by the girls.
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