Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 90 Wear high heels!}

"S… Starting from the legs?" Yan Ruyue's heart skipped a beat as she heard Lin Yuan's words.

Did he have some ulterior motive? Was he disguising his intentions under the pretense of treating her illness?

A wave of unease surged within her, but to her surprise, Lin Yuan merely cast a brief glance at her legs before looking away as if he had lost interest.

This unexpected reaction left Yan Ruyue feeling a strange sense of relief.

Lin Yuan then spoke in an even tone, his words measured and deliberate. "There are several key aspects to treating your condition."

"The first is developing the courage to interact with men, gradually overcoming your aversion and fear of them. Of course, I know this won't be easy for you."

"Therefore, you should start with me before attempting to interact with other men."

Hearing Lin Yuan's suggestion, Yan Ruyue unconsciously exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She nodded in agreement.

For some reason, she didn't feel any revulsion when interacting with Lin Yuan. Unlike with other men, where even the thought of proximity repulsed her, she found herself oddly at ease around him.

But beyond him, the idea of interacting with other men still made her stomach churn.

Lin Yuan continued, his gaze unwavering. "The second key point is learning to embrace your identity and recognize your own beauty."

Yan Ruyue was momentarily taken aback. "Recognize my own beauty?" she murmured, puzzled by the statement.

Lin Yuan's gaze drifted downward to her legs, a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips. "Miss Yan, have you ever worn high heels?"

Yan Ruyue stiffened.

How did he know?

She had never worn high heels before, not even once.

She was well aware that her legs—long, slender, and flawlessly shaped—would inevitably draw attention from men.

Wearing high heels would only accentuate them further, making them even more eye-catching. And the idea of those disgusting men leering at her was enough to make her feel nauseous.

That was the sole reason she had always stuck to flat shoes.

However, it isn't surprising that Lin Yuan knew about this, for as long as one pays attention, one could definitely conclude the same.

But Lin Yuan had somehow figured it out just by observing her.

So, it turns out that Lin Yuan pays attention to her regularly?

Had he been paying close attention to her all along?

As this realization dawned on her, a strange warmth spread through her chest.

[Ding! Yan Ruyue's favorability +2! Rewards: 200 Counterattack Points!]

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow at the sudden system notification.

A reward?

He hadn't expected to gain favorability from such a simple exchange.

Yan Ruyue's expression had softened slightly, and there was a trace of happiness flickering in her eyes.

Lin Yuan didn't overthink it and simply pressed on.

"You avoid high heels because of your fear of attracting unwanted attention from men, correct?"

"But you are your own person. You don't have to let other people's gazes dictate what you wear or how you present yourself."

Yan Ruyue hesitated, then gave a small nod. "I… suppose that's true."

Lin Yuan's tone became firm. "Then let's start changing that. Right now, I want you to go to a shoe store and buy a pair of high heels."

Yan Ruyue's eyes widened. "Right now?!"

"Yes, now." His tone left no room for argument.

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but then she remembered the promise she had made to him.

She had vowed to obey whatever he asked of her.

Even if she was reluctant, she couldn't go back on her word now.

Thus, with a mix of apprehension and resignation, she followed Lin Yuan to the high-end shoe boutique.

The store was filled with rows of dazzling high heels, displayed in an array of styles and heights—low heels, mid-heels, and towering stilettos.

Yan Ruyue browsed through the selection cautiously before settling on two pairs of low-heeled heels.

Though she was following Lin Yuan's directive, she subconsciously gravitated toward the safer option, her self-protection instincts still deeply ingrained.

This is a self-protection mechanism.

But just as she reached out to try them on, another pair of shoes was placed before her.

A pair of tall, black lace-up high heels.

Lin Yuan's voice was calm but commanding. "Put these on."

Yan Ruyue's fingers tightened around the low heels she had chosen, her instincts screaming at her to refuse.

But when she looked up and met Lin Yuan's indifferent gaze, she hesitated.

There was no room for negotiation in his expression.

She had already agreed to his methods, hadn't she? She couldn't back out at the very first challenge.

Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly placed the low-heeled shoes back on the shelf and reached for the ones Lin Yuan had selected.

The black lace-up stilettos were undeniably elegant yet intimidating.

Slipping them on, Yan Ruyue felt an immediate sense of discomfort.

She had never worn anything like this before, and standing up in them was an awkward struggle.

Her movements were stiff, her balance unsteady.

Her legs trembled slightly as she tried to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of height.

But despite her unease, the effect was undeniable.

High heels truly accentuated her already flawless long legs, creating a mesmerizing illusion of even greater length and elegance.

The straps of the shoes traced delicately around her ankles, enhancing the graceful curvature of her calves.

Even the female clerks in the store couldn't help but stare.

Though they themselves were women, their eyes were filled with admiration, even envy.

One of the clerks finally spoke up, her tone genuinely appreciative.

"Miss, your boyfriend has an excellent eye. These heels were made for you. I have never seen such long, beautiful legs before. They're absolutely stunning in those heels."

Yan Ruyue's cheeks flushed.

"He's not my boyfriend…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Was she blushing because of the clerk's words? Or because Lin Yuan had been mistaken for her boyfriend?

She wasn't sure herself.

But even if he wasn't her boyfriend, her gaze instinctively sought his reaction.

'This is just for treatment,' she reminded herself firmly.

Still, when she saw Lin Yuan give a small nod of approval, her heart skipped a beat.

A strange warmth filled her chest, and she quickly turned to the mirror to distract herself.

The reflection staring back at her made her breath hitch.

She looked… beautiful.

The slight discomfort from the heels was overshadowed by the undeniable enhancement they gave to her figure.

For the first time in years, she felt truly stunning.

Unable to suppress a small, satisfied smile, she decided to purchase the heels before leaving the store with Lin Yuan.

Although she wanted to conceal her joy as much as possible, Yan Ruyue couldn't help but smile slightly because she discovered that she is not disgusted by wearing high heels.

She carried her old flats in a box, but unlike before, she no longer felt the need to cling to them.

A light breeze brushed against her skin as she walked beside Lin Yuan, her posture subtly more confident than before.

Despite herself, she felt… happy.

No girl does not love being beautiful.

Most girls during their youth secretly wore their mother's high heels.

Perhaps, deep down, she had always wanted to wear high heels.

She remembered her childhood—how she had once admired her mother's heels, how she had secretly tried them on in front of the mirror, feeling like a princess.

But everything changed the day she saw her father strike her mother.

From that moment on, the idea of looking beautiful became something she feared.

It left a big shadow in her heart.

And after discovering how eye-catching her long legs are, she never wore the same again.

She had believed that if she minimized her presence, if she hid herself, she would be safe.

But today, as she stood tall in her heels, she realized something.

When she wore high heels today, she felt a lot more beautiful when she looked at the mirror and felt more satisfied.

Perhaps it was time to stop hiding.

Maybe, just maybe, she could also stand on equal footing with her—the woman standing next to Lin Yuan.

Maybe the gap between them wasn't as wide as she once thought.

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