Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 91 Please hold me up!}

With this thought, Yan Ruyue glanced back at Lin Yuan, only to discover that he was already looking at her. Startled, she quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Yet, despite her initial reaction, she wasn't angry or displeased. On the contrary, an inexplicable sense of happiness bloomed within her.

Lin Yuan was indeed looking at her—but not at her legs.

Admittedly, Yan Ruyue's long legs were flawless. Slender, smooth, and perfectly shaped, they naturally drew attention. With the added elegance of high heels, they appeared even more alluring.

However, the charm of wearing high heels extended far beyond mere aesthetics.

There was a certain transformation that took place when a woman wore high heels. The subtle sway of the hips, the gentle twisting of the waist, and the natural grace in the movement of her arms—it all combined to create an air of effortless femininity.

It was often said that a woman became more alluring the moment she put on a pair of heels.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but find amusement in the contrast before him. The typically cold and aloof female president, who always maintained a frosty demeanor, now swayed delicately with every step, her movements unconsciously more enticing.

Watching her, Lin Yuan felt the corners of his lips twitch. He had the urge to chuckle but held back. Instead, he simply observed, committing the moment to memory as if secretly recording it in his phone.

The road they were walking on was completely deserted. Had there been other people around, Yan Ruyue would never have walked so freely despite the challenge of wearing heels for the first time.

She moved carefully, each step slow and deliberate.

In contrast, Lin Yuan walked at a steady pace—unbothered, unhurried. In fact, he even seemed to be gradually increasing his speed.

Noticing this, Yan Ruyue instinctively tried to match his pace, her competitive spirit flaring. She walked faster, determined not to lag behind.

But she was still new to high heels.

The excitement of keeping up with him made her reckless.

She didn't realize it until it was too late—her balance wavered.

The next moment, she twisted her ankle and stumbled sideways.

In a stroke of luck, there happened to be a tree beside her. Desperately, she reached out and grabbed hold of it, barely preventing herself from crashing straight to the ground.

Still, her misstep left her looking slightly disheveled. The flawlessly dressed, elegant Yan Ruyue now found herself in an embarrassing predicament.

She bit her lip, not wanting Lin Yuan to witness her like this.

Struggling to stand, she winced as pain shot through her ankle.

It hurt.

Badly.

Her brows furrowed, and she instinctively clutched her foot. "I… I think I hurt my ankle," she muttered, her voice laced with discomfort.

As Lin Yuan approached, she felt her cheeks flush once more. The way he looked at her—calm, impassive, completely devoid of sympathy—only made her more flustered.

At that moment, an internal struggle erupted within her mind.

'He's coming over…'

'My ankle hurts. He has to help me up, right?'

'Will he support me? Or… will he carry me?'

'If he tries to hold me up, should I let him touch me?'

'What if my misandry suddenly flares up?'

'Ugh, what if my ankle swells? Should I call my mother to pick me up?'

'No… that's too troublesome. I should just let him help me instead.'

'But… I can't make it look too easy. I should at least struggle a little, right? Stay reserved…'

Yan Ruyue was no stranger to overthinking.

After a moment of contemplation, she came to a decision. She would resist—just a little—before finally allowing Lin Yuan to carry her.

Before long, Lin Yuan reached her.

Looking down at her from above, his expression unreadable, he waited.

Yan Ruyue hesitated only briefly before ultimately deciding not to be reserved.

She opened her arms slightly, making it easier for him to lift her. She had already resolved herself—Lin Yuan was going to carry her.

But just as she was about to close her eyes and prepare for the moment…

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Feeling the stillness, Yan Ruyue opened her eyes.

What she saw made her breath hitch.

Lin Yuan stood there with his arms crossed, staring at her blankly.

An extremely awkward feeling spread onto her chest.

In an instant, her face blushed.

She was embarrassed by Lin Yuan's actions.

Under this circumstance, shouldn't Lin Yuan hug her up naturally?

Why wasn't he helping her up?

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't a man instinctively support a woman who had just fallen?

She had already opened her arms, practically inviting him to lift her.

And yet… he just stood there?

Lin Yuan, completely unfazed, tilted his head slightly. His voice was calm, almost indifferent.

"Oh. So, that little gesture means you're asking me to carry you?"

Yan Ruyue was momentarily stunned.

Wait… wasn't this how things were supposed to go?

Wasn't this part of his script?

He walks fast, A girl falls. She gets hurt. The guy naturally helps her up. Close contact is inevitable.

Yet, Lin Yuan was acting like none of that mattered.

She didn't quite understand him at this moment.

What was she supposed to do? She could barely stand. Her home was still a distance away, even by car.

Before she could voice her thoughts, Lin Yuan spoke again.

Two simple words.

"Beg me."

Yan Ruyue froze.

She stared at him in disbelief.

Beg?

He actually wanted her to beg him to pick her up?

She had expected many things, but this was not one of them.

Wasn't it natural for a man to help a woman in distress?

Besides, she was someone with misandry. For her to actively allow a man to touch her—wasn't that already a big enough step?

And now, even knowing that she needed help, Lin Yuan still wanted her to beg?

Confusion flickered in her eyes.

"Why? Is this part of the treatment?" she asked hesitantly.

"No," Lin Yuan replied without hesitation.

Yan Ruyue blinked.

"Then why?" she pressed.

Lin Yuan's lips curved into a slight smile.

"I just want to hear you beg. That's all."

For a moment, Yan Ruyue was at a loss for words.

She finally understood what he meant.

If she wanted him to help, she had to ask for it. Plain and simple.

Was this another extension of his principle of equivalent exchange?

She already knew that Lin Yuan never did things for free.

But wasn't this taking it too far?

Asking her to beg for something as small as helping her up?

Her expression darkened slightly.

She had begged him before—but those times were different.

When she pleaded for his help with her mother and the Iris flowering plant, she had been desperate.

But now?

Now, he wanted her to beg just for a simple lift?

She couldn't wrap her head around it.

Yet, she had to make a choice.

This road was empty and dark. Calling her mother would be too much trouble. The only other option was for Lin Yuan to carry her back.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yan Ruyue finally relented.

Well, it was just words.

No big deal.

Asking for help was natural, right?

Madly convincing herself, she took a deep breath.

Then, with great difficulty, she stuttered, "P-Please… please hold me up…"

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks burned with shame.

But even so, Lin Yuan simply smiled and said, "Can you repeat that, Miss Yan?"

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