Chapter 11: My Leg, for You to Play With

Lin Yuan turned his head and was instantly captivated. She looked to be in her early twenties, her slightly wavy wine-red hair draping over her shoulders, dressed in a black embroidered skirt that hugged her tall and graceful figure, her slender legs wrapped in black stockings. Her clear eyes sparkled with allure and mischief, a hint of laughter dancing within them.

“Oh? Isn’t this the mad dog? Uh-oh, little brother, how dare you hit someone belonging to Young Master Jiang,” the woman said cheerfully, her expression full of schadenfreude.

“So what if I did? Hand over all your money, then go tell that Jiang Shang—if he dares provoke me again, I’ll turn him into a eunuch,” Lin Yuan kicked the thug at his feet.

The group of thugs, gritting their teeth against the pain, emptied their pockets, surprisingly amassing a sum of thirty thousand.

“Get lost!” Lin Yuan counted the money then handed it to Han Ling. “This is yours.”

“This—this is too much, I can’t accept it!” Han Ling was overwhelmed, waving her hands in refusal.

“Take it. There’s also a late-night snack here,” Lin Yuan insisted, shoving the money and a lunchbox into her hands.

“Th-thank you,” Han Ling was deeply moved but counted out twenty thousand and handed it back to Lin Yuan. “You said I’d repay you ten thousand; that’s all I’ll take, the rest is yours.”

“Alright then.” Lin Yuan didn’t insist, taking back the twenty thousand.

“Well, thank you so much for tonight. Oh, let me have your phone…” Han Ling said.

“Sure.” Lin Yuan handed her his phone.

After exchanging numbers, Han Ling was delighted. Glancing at the seductive woman, she suddenly felt a sense of crisis. Tiptoeing, she planted a kiss on Lin Yuan’s cheek.

“A reward for you. Good night.”

With that, she turned and ran off.

The alluring woman saw through the girl’s intentions and merely chuckled softly, saying, “Little brother, you seem to know how to set bones. Interested in working with me?”

“Work?” Lin Yuan was puzzled.

“Yes. Don’t you want to play with legs? I can let you play with mine,” she teased, lifting her skirt to reveal a pair of sleek, black-stockinged legs. Raising one, she laid her long, rounded leg before Lin Yuan, inviting him.

Lin Yuan had often fantasized about Lin Weiwei’s long, black-stockinged legs; comparing them, the one before him was equally long, fleshy, and alluring.

“Gulp!” Lin Yuan swallowed hard. “Is it really okay?”

“As long as you’re willing to work with me, you can play,” she said with a flirtatious smile.

“What kind of work?” Lin Yuan remained rational.

“Simple—just become my employee,” she smiled. “Just nod, and you can play.”

“No thanks. Working for someone is out of the question,” Lin Yuan shook his head, refusing the temptation.

“Farewell!”

With that, he turned and left.

The seductive woman remained, one leg raised, balancing like a golden rooster, left bewildered in the wind…

“He actually refused…”

“This little brother is quite interesting.” Xiao Dai’er smiled faintly, her delicate, porcelain-white canine teeth gleaming with health.

“Miss, your room is ready,” a female bodyguard approached.

“Mm-hmm, let’s go upstairs. I’m feeling something—I want to really enjoy tonight,” Xiao Dai’er’s cheeks flushed.

…

Night Beauty Club.

“Boss, we failed!” The subordinate removed his baseball cap, bowing low.

Jiang Shang sat elegantly on the sofa, a woman kneeling beneath him, savoring his red wine with refinement.

“What happened?” he frowned.

“That kid knows some martial arts,” the subordinate dared not look up, even as the scene played out.

“Tell me in detail,” Jiang Shang set down his wine glass.

“It’s like this…” The subordinate explained, finally venturing, “Should we give up? After all, he can take on ten at once.”

Jiang Shang sneered, “Just some basic fighting. Don’t forget, mercenaries can handle dozens. Send Ah Long. There’s no woman I can’t obtain!”

“Yes, Boss!” The subordinate hurried off.

A minute later, the woman rose, drank a bottle of mineral water, and silently departed.

Jiang Shang felt depleted and called out, “Aunt Qin, bring me some goji juice, and add plenty of epimedium!”

…

The next morning.

“Hahaha… Jade Skin Powder, it’s finally done!” Lin Yuan was excited. “But I still need to test it. I’ve heard the herbs grown at the foot of the mountain are fertilized and treated with chemicals—the effect isn’t as good.”

“Lin Yuan, come with me.” Lin Weiwei was up early too, dressed in a professional, well-fitted office suit, standing at the door and greeting him coldly.

“Where to?” Lin Yuan asked.

“My father booked a table at the teahouse. He wants to talk with you,” she replied.

“Lin Ruhai’s back?”

“Yes.”

They arrived at a private room in the teahouse.

“You’re here,” Lin Ruhai said, dressed in a suit, tall and slender, exuding distinguished air—a man who was clearly successful.

“Sit,” Lin Ruhai’s tone was cold.

Inside the private room, only the two of them. Lin Weiwei did not enter; she dropped Lin Yuan off before rushing to the company.

Lin Yuan knew nothing good would come of this, so he acted nonchalant, crossing his legs.

Lin Ruhai’s impression of him worsened.

“Your master was a great man.”

“Of course,” Lin Yuan agreed.

His master had spent his later years studying arcane arts, training for a few years before passing away. Lin Yuan himself had trained for several years, achieving remarkable progress, long since surpassing his master, outshining his predecessor.

“Lin Yuan, do you know what it takes to do well in life?” Lin Ruhai asked.

“Martial arts, brains,” Lin Yuan answered.

“You’re half right. In this era, brains are essential, but that alone isn’t enough. You also need a good birth,” Lin Ruhai hinted.

“Uncle Lin, just say what you mean,” Lin Yuan said, annoyed by the circuitous talk.

He was simply trying to mock Lin Yuan for being a country boy, unworthy of his family’s Lin Shanshan.

“Over the next six months, I hope you’ll be sensible. My daughter was born a noble; you’re from a different world and can’t fit into ours,” Lin Ruhai said bluntly.

“And then?” Lin Yuan’s expression was cold.

“I know you’re dissatisfied, but I’m speaking the truth. Fighting is a primitive method. Just behave yourself for six months, don’t cause me trouble, and stay away from my daughter! Otherwise, don’t blame me for disregarding the kindness of the past generation,” Lin Ruhai’s tone carried a warning.

“Don’t worry. Once I’ve repaid my master’s debt, I’ll leave,” Lin Yuan replied, rising and leaving with flair.

Walking down the street, Lin Yuan felt a pang of sadness.

“Master, why did you help the Lin family back then? Every one of them is an ingrate.”

His master had helped the Lin family, and in return, they had cared for his master’s relatives, ensuring their well-being. Afterward, his master, free of burdens, left his hometown, wandering aimlessly for years, finally settling deep in the Shennongjia mountains.

…

Returning to the villa, he found Lin Shanshan busy in the kitchen.

“Second Miss, when did you start cooking?” Lin Yuan teased.

Lin Shanshan’s hair was loose, her hands paused, head lowered as she wiped away tears.

“Country bumpkin, help me make some chicken soup, please,” she pleaded, her eyes red and swollen from crying, looking pitiable.

“Really? Even if you wanted chicken soup, there’s no need to cry like this,” Lin Yuan was dumbfounded—she must really crave his chicken soup.

“My grandfather is sick, pleural effusion. He can’t even lie down to sleep now. I’m so upset… I want to cook something delicious for him, to show my filial piety…” Lin Shanshan sobbed uncontrollably.