Chapter 92: Invited by a Beauty, the Long-Legged Model

“Who ever told her to apologize to him?” Su Yaxue shot Lin Yang a hard glare, tore her arm free from Su Dongyang’s big hand, and stormed off, cheeks flushed with anger.
Seeing her leave, everyone exchanged a helpless smile.

A stubborn woman, they thought, to make her lower her head you first had to conquer her in bed. The thought tickled Lin Yang’s lips with a faint, half-ironic smirk.

Conquer her in bed?

Well, she had a pretty face, a good figure, and a teasing presence—an unmistakably loli-like girl. He liked that kind.

But she kept saying she wasn’t of age. If they did anything truly indecent, wouldn’t they be worse than beasts? Lin Yang admitted he was fond of wild things, even a little lustful, but there was still a moral line he wouldn’t cross.

“Yang, relax,” Su Xiaodong said with a wry smile as he stepped forward, trying to tidy things up. “Don’t argue with a woman about this, come on, you’re a real man.”

Su Yaxue, the little heroine of the mess, had already slipped away. Su Xiaodong had meant to have his father smooth it over as a mediator, but when she looked at him and tossed out, “I’m busy finding my sister,” she bolted before he could answer.

Ha, ha, ha, he always says he has no complaints,” Lin Yang said, spreading his hands in mock helplessness.

At that, Su Xiaodong looked genuinely confused.
“Did I make it hard on her?”
Su Xiaodong shook his head.
“Did I raise my hand?”
Another shake.
“Did I touch her or kiss her?”

When Lin Yang said that, his face burned hot. Damn, how did that sentence leave his mouth?

………… Su Xiaodong kept shaking his head.

“Of course not. I did nothing—just ran a red light and got caught by her. Then you all came along. Now you understand?”

He pulled a pack from his pocket, flicked out two cigarettes, tossed one to Su Xiaodong, put one in his mouth, lit it, and began lazily blowing perfect rings.

By then Su Xiaodong had a rueful smile all over his face. Only now did he understand: Wang Er Gou, fearing trouble, had exaggerated everything into a crisis. He’d made him and his father worry for nothing and keep pushing for his sister to apologize. No wonder she’d been so determined to beat him up.

With hearty laughter ringing between them, the two men walked out of the interrogation room.

As soon as they were through the door, Lin Yang pulled the young guard by the sleeve.

“Where are the two girls who came with me?”
“In the waiting room,” the young police officer stammered, still visibly frightened.

Lin Yang released his arm, turned to Su Xiaodong with a wicked grin, and rubbed his own cheek as if in doubt. “Am I really that frightening?”
Su Xiaodong bit back a smile, studied him for a second, nodded with grave seriousness—and then exploded into helpless laughter.
Irritated by Su Xiaodong’s shameless grin, Lin Yang gave him a light tap on the head.

By the time they started toward the waiting hall, it was right in sight. Through the glass, Zhang Qiqi paced back and forth, face all panic. The glass wall explained why he hadn’t noticed Leng Nini earlier. He pushed open the door, and her first thing he noticed was that she was sprawled on the couch, watching a movie on a tablet, laughing at some funny scene with a hand over her mouth and whole-body laughter—only looking up when someone entered and shifting her attention away from the screen.

“Xiao Yang, they didn’t trouble you, did they?”

Zhang Qiqi burst toward him, nearly falling into his arms. She looked him over with anxious hands, checking him as if she were an inspector.

“It’s fine. Let’s go home, don’t make Aunt Qin worry.” Lin Yang let her fuss over him with a patient smile, though his eyes had already drifted back to Leng Nini and her tablet.

“Nini, you’re really hurting me.” Lin Yang affected a stern face. “
“If you could stop this…” he said sharply.

Heh, hee, hee, she chirped. “I knew Yang would be fine. You’ve come here so many times you’re practically family here, right? Just a little longer, this clip ends in a minute.”

Nini didn’t even glance up, muttering nonsense while never taking her eyes off the tablet, then burst out into a broad, carefree laugh.
Lin Yang had nothing left to say. Bested for the moment, he ignored her and followed Zhang Qiqi out of the room.

“Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Nini, still holding the tablet, jogged after him and called out.

The police car started with a rumble. Nini grew more flustered—she had been pulled in by the movie, unable to pull herself away, and now regretted it fiercely.

“Next time you do this, I’ll have you kicked out at once,” Lin Yang shot a cold glare at Nini in the back seat.

“Hey, why aren’t they back yet? It’s been two hours already,” Su Qin paced by the front hall doors, eyes fixed on the street outside, voice tight with worry.

She was about to call when the sound of a police siren grew louder and, in a blink, the patrol car rolled up to the gate.

The moment she saw the police cruiser, Su Qin’s body moved before thought; she hurried out to meet it.

…………
“Yang, if you have time, I’ll take my little sister to visit you sometime,” Su Xiaodong called as they all stepped out of the car. Before Lin Yang could agree or decline, he floored the gas and sped off.

Hearing the voice, Lin Yang could only shrug inwardly. What a girl.

“Yong, are you all right?” Su Qin asked breathlessly as she reached the doorway.

“Don’t worry, Aunt Qin,” Lin Yang said, smiling. Seeing her concern made something warm open in his chest.

The four walked side by side toward the attic, and all the way up Su Qin asked one anxious question after another, afraid he might have been embarrassed at the police station. Beside her, Nini kept dropping little barbed remarks.

“If Little Yang had trouble, that would be the strangest thing. The station chief is probably the one who’s scared of him.”

Lin Yang muttered inwardly, “Can’t she ever keep quiet?” He’s not that terrifying, he thought. Then he remembered how the police inspector had nervously avoided him earlier and almost laughed aloud at himself. He promised to check the mirror later—he wanted to see whether his face truly still carried that much menace.

A few steps later his phone rang in his pocket. It was Tang Yixue. He stepped toward a quieter corner and answered.

“Yixue, still awake this late?” he said with a grin.

“No,” she replied. “How’s things on your side? Has Uncle Zhang Zifeng improved at all?”

She had known about Zhang Zifeng for a long time. So when Lin Yang mentioned his sudden severe illness, she did not seem surprised—only curious, and not in the nosy way he feared.

“Not good,” Lin Yang said in a low voice. Zhang Zifeng’s condition weighed on him heavily. Frankly, it could tip either way at any hour; one careless moment and it could all end. He didn’t dare sound too sincere about it, though. If Su Qin and her mother heard that panic plainly, they might carry it too heavily.

Tang Yixue was sensible enough not to press him. After a bit of small talk she hung up. The clock had already moved to half past ten.

What exactly they had discussed over that call would be a mystery for later: life, ideals, when he might come over for an evening of ardor and prove himself in bed, and then the sort of matters no child should hear.

After a full day of commotion, dusk had long since swallowed the sky. After dinner and a short stretch of idle talk, everyone returned to their rooms and climbed into bed.
There was no disturbance that night; even Nini kept still, so Lin Yang fell asleep almost immediately.

Before dawn, when the morning mist had not yet lifted and dew still clung to the window glass, a sharp ringtone yanked him out of deep sleep. Half awake, he fished out his phone without even opening his eyes. Before he could even say hello, Bai Jing’s clear, urgent voice came through.

“Hey, Yang, did you wake up? If not, wake up now. If you did, hurry over. There’s something important we need to discuss.”

Before Lin Yang could speak, the line clicked and went dead, replaced by a brief beep.

“Ugh. Not even a chance to say a word…” He hurled the phone back into the bed and sat bolt upright, fully awake now. He scratched his head in irritation, then glanced out the window and realized it was still very early.

He checked the time: six o’clock. He hadn’t gotten up this early since he ran away from home.

Though he had zero desire to go, a woman had invited him; you don’t exactly refuse a “beautiful lady,” even then. He dragged himself out of bed, dressed with sleepy slowness, and only when he finished washing and dressing did his drowsy eyes finally open.

Downstairs, Su Qin was cleaning and mopping. Nini had been given a room of her own originally, but because she had to care for her husband, she had chosen to share with him anyway. That way, if anything happened suddenly, she wouldn’t be so helpless later.

Hearing footsteps, Su Qin looked up and smiled. “Yang, how are you up so early? It isn’t even seven yet.”

In late autumn, six or seven in the morning was still dim, a perfect time for sleeping in again. Lin Yang, neatly dressed at this hour, naturally puzzled her.

“Eh… a friend just called. Something urgent,” he said, throwing up his hands helplessly. He yawned as soon as he finished speaking.

“Alright then. Breakfast is ready. Have some before you go. It’ll take only a minute.” Still holding the mop, she was already stepping toward the kitchen.

“No need,” he said. “If it wasn’t urgent, he wouldn’t have called this early. You all eat. I’ll be leaving.”

By the time he stepped out into the hall, the car was already roaring. He headed straight for Baifu Pharmaceutical.

His driving was still bold and showy as always. A half hour later, a harsh screech of brakes announced a dramatic ninety-degree drift into a parking spot in front of Baifu Mall. Before he could open the door, Bai Jing was waiting at the entrance—alongside a tall, striking woman.

Sleek black hair, a tall silhouette, a close-fitting, sharp outfit that showcased every elegant curve, and those long, arresting legs that drew every eye even through fabric; with her poised, trained posture, the very first word that came to Lin Yang was simple and certain: model.