Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

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{Chapter: 83 Is this the face of a Young Master?}

Lin Yuan did not appreciate Qiao Siying's hand resting on his shoulder, so he immediately removed it, his movements decisive and cold.

"In public, do you not understand the limits of intimacy between men and women? Such casual touching is inappropriate," Lin Yuan remarked, his tone sharp and unwavering.

Although Lin Yuan remained seated, his words carried an authority that made Qiao Siying feel as though she were being looked down upon despite standing above him.

Qiao Siying was not someone to be dismissed so easily. Glaring at him, she retorted, "You're so rude to me! I don't even like you, you know! Just give back the money you owe me, or I won't let you off!"

While still voicing her indignation, Qiao Siying's eyes fell on the table. There, right in front of Lin Yuan, lay a copy of The Voice Express magazine.

Her lips curled into an amused smile.

She recalled the words her father had spoken earlier that day.

"I know the boy you're meeting. He's the best young man in Jiangbei—kind, cultured, wealthy, and so handsome that women swoon. He's practically perfect in every way."

Her father had waxed poetic, painting a picture of a flawless man, the kind of person who sounded more like a mythical hero than a real person.

Her father's parting advice had been: "When you meet, take a copy of The Voice Express. His family appreciates such things, and it'll leave a good impression."

And now, there it was—The Voice Express, right on Lin Yuan's table.

For a moment, Qiao Siying felt the air leave her lungs.

Was this just a coincidence?

It had to be!

Qiao Siying shook her head lightly, trying to rid herself of the thought, but her fingers tightened slightly as she clenched her teeth.

This man, sitting here with his smug demeanor, was supposed to be the "perfect" man her father had described? Impossible.

Sure, he might have the looks—no one could deny that Lin Yuan was ridiculously handsome—but a good person? A kind soul? Absolutely not.

Pointing to the magazine, she asked, her tone dripping with suspicion, "That magazine on your table—did someone else sit here before you and leave it behind? Or did they just step out to use the bathroom?"

Lin Yuan didn't reply immediately. Instead, he raised his eyes to hers, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, as though amused by her question.

His silence spoke volumes.

Qiao Siying's heart sank. Gritting her teeth again, she finally accepted the truth.

She sat down across from him, the chair scraping the floor as she settled in.

For today's blind date, Qiao Siying had dressed with care. Her long, blonde hair cascaded naturally down her back, its soft sheen catching the light.

Her mixed-race features, already striking, had been further enhanced by flawless makeup, leaving her face radiant and free of even the slightest imperfection.

She wore a pink chiffon dress that flowed elegantly around her, perfectly complementing her alabaster skin and slender figure.

Everything about her screamed elegance and beauty.

It can be said that for the blind date today, Qiao Siying's dress looked quite delicate.

But Lin Yuan's face remained indifferent.

Her beauty was irrelevant to him; all he could see was the fiery expression on her face—a look of disdain and defiance.

"I am deeply displeased that my blind date turns out to be you," Lin Yuan said, his voice calm and detached as he took a slow sip of his cappuccino.

Hearing this, Qiao Siying raised an eyebrow. "Displeased? You think I'm happy about this? You're nothing but a rich boy with money and no substance. Do you even know who Rousseau is? Have you read any of his works? What about Kant? Do you even understand the concept of freedom?"

Her words came fast, sharp, and scathing.

"Can you play any musical instruments? Do you know anything about music, chess, or calligraphy? Have you ever appreciated fine art? Do you even comprehend how rare freedom and democracy are? Tell me, do you have any redeeming qualities?"

Lin Yuan listened in silence, her noble preaching washing over him like a dull wave. He shook his head slightly, unimpressed, and decided not to engage with her.

"Speak slowly," he said, his voice calm, almost amused. "You don't want to wear yourself out. Once the time is up, you're free to go home."

Before the two had arrived for their blind date, both had been instructed by their parents to share their location. It was a way for their elders to confirm that they were together.

Lin Yuan had no intention of putting in any effort. He planned to sit, sip his tea, and leave once the agreed time had passed.

Despite Qiao Siying's verbal onslaught, Lin Yuan remained unbothered, his composure unwavering.

Qiao Siying, however, refused to let his apathy get the better of her.

"Fine! I'll stop wasting my breath on someone who can't even understand what I'm saying. But let me make this clear—I'll be leaving in half an hour, and before that, you're going to give me back my 500,000 yuan!"

Lin Yuan ignored her demands and casually picked up his phone, dialing a number.

"Hey, Mom," he said, his tone light but pointed. "I'm on the blind date you set up, but the woman here? She started asking for money the moment she opened her mouth. I don't think I want to see her again."

"That can't be right," his mother replied. "Isn't the Qiao family quite wealthy? Why would she ask for money?"

Before Lin Yuan could respond, Qiao Siying's face turned red with anger and panic. She leaned forward, shouting, "Auntie, don't listen to him! That's not true, I—"

"Beep."

Lin Yuan ended the call, cutting her off mid-sentence.

He held up his phone, showing her the darkened screen.

"Don't waste your energy shouting. I hung up already," he said with a slight smirk.

"You're mocking me, aren't you?" Qiao Siying snapped, her voice rising with frustration.

Lin Yuan shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's just eat something. I have a membership here. After that, we'll leave. At least give some face to our elders."

Qiao Siying rolled her eyes but agreed, albeit reluctantly.

"Fine," she muttered, her mind racing with ideas.

I'll play along for now, she thought. But I'll make him regret this later.

Determined to teach him a lesson, Qiao Siying decided to exploit the coffee shop's high prices.

"I'll have this, this, and this," she said, pointing to some of the most expensive desserts on the menu.

The waiter hesitated. "Miss, are you sure? These items are quite heavy, and they may add—"

"I'm sure!" Qiao Siying interrupted. "Bring them all!"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow. "You're ordering a lot. Aren't you worried about getting fat?"

Qiao Siying glared at him. "That's not much! I'm not afraid of gaining weight! What's it to you, anyway?"

Lin Yuan leaned back, his expression unreadable.

"Waiter," he said calmly, "add one more serving of everything she just ordered."

Qiao Siying's jaw dropped.

Was this his way of retaliating? Spending more money to outdo her?

Tens of thousands of yuan wasted on desserts they couldn't possibly finish—it was absurd!

But the more he spent, the better she felt.

What a waste since they cannot finish them all by themselves.

But the more waste, the better!

This is only one fifth of what was cheated from her.

Qiao Siying felt comfortable while Lin Yuan's face was expressionless and calm.

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