Chapter 29
The driver needs to drive, so taking a ride is reasonable.
Cheng Yanjin has a blackout and can't ride a motorcycle, so it's reasonable for him to take a car.
Yuan Chuyu had been drinking and couldn't drive, so he needed to take a car, but the sports car only had two seats.
Elementary school math logic problems.
Lin Langyi handed him a helmet.
Yuan Chuyu slowly put it on, and as he fastened it, he looked up and smiled gently at her before sitting properly in the back of the car.
The highway was nearly deserted late at night. Lin Langyi, wearing a helmet, leaned forward as she straddled the speeding motorcycle, her long hair, not weighed down by the helmet, dancing wildly in the wind.
"Sorry, I don't know when my hair tie came off, I guess it fell into Y-shaped hole." Her words were all muffled by her helmet, with only her slightly tilted head indicating that she was communicating with the person behind her.
Yuan Chuyu maintained a very polite and gentlemanly posture, avoiding any close physical contact with her. However, he probably couldn't hear what she was saying at this moment. He gently gathered the ends of her flying hair with one hand, leaned forward, and his cold, hard helmet lightly touched the nape of her neck.
The two stood close together, separated only by their helmets. His voice was muffled as he asked, "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Lin Langyi: "Hair%#...?"
"Okay." He sat back down properly halfway through his sentence, but his hand, which was holding her long hair, remained in place, acting as a hair tie to keep it in place.
Lin Langyi choked, trying to explain that she was fine, just afraid that her long hair would fall on him, but after two attempts she still failed to communicate and gave up.
The greenery and streetlights on both sides rushed past her, and she could hear the roar of the all-carbon ghost's engine following closely behind. She quickly put everything else behind her.
Immersed in the exhilarating drive, she felt a surge of wild, untamed desire for freedom. Her hormones soared, and the blood coursing through her veins made her want to scream.
It's a pity we weren't at Ying Shan Lake, otherwise we could have continued to accelerate and made this stretch of road seem insignificant.
She reached Shajiang Residential Area at the last possible speed limit. The sports car kept a safe distance behind her until she entered the residential area. Because parking spaces were scarce, the roadside was tacitly filled with parked cars, and the road suddenly became narrow.
Lin Langyi noticed that the ghost warrior behind her hadn't kept up due to the limited distance between cars on the road. She sighed deeply and mentally commented with a touch of envy:
This expensive car is not suitable for driving on city roads, let alone in this old-fashioned neighborhood with outdated facilities.
Yes, I won't buy it because it's not practical.
Lin Langyi gestured to Yuan Chuyu to get out of the car first, while she went ahead to scout the area. She found that although the neighborhood was old, it was large and had many residents. Every available parking space was completely filled with cars, leaving no room to park.
With a distance of ONE:1, it's absolutely impossible to pass.
She returned dejectedly, despairingly measuring the distance to Cheng Yanjin's home, which would take at least fifteen or sixteen minutes to walk there.
Yuan Chuyu leaned against the car door and looked around. Cheng Yanjin had already been placed on the steps of the nearest building. Seeing her return, Yuan Chuyu signaled the driver to move the car outside so as not to block the road.
Lin Langyi hesitated, "It would take a long time to walk there from here."
Yuan Chuyu nodded and made a move to carry Cheng Yanjin on his back.
“No, no, no,” she quickly refused. “I meant a longer time, about fifteen or sixteen minutes. You should ride in my car.”
Both of them turned their gazes to her motorcycle at the same time, and a fire suddenly rose in Lin Langyi's heart.
Such a cool and stylish car is about to be desecrated by a drunkard!
As the saying goes, a car is like a wife. If Cheng Yanjin calls her again after drinking, she will never listen to him again!
A drunk person is like a heavy weight, not to mention Cheng Yanjin's solid muscles. However, Yuan Chuyu, who looks so refined and noble, is actually quite strong and helped Cheng Yanjin onto the motorcycle all by himself.
The problem is that Cheng Yanjin simply can't sit still!
Lin Langyi sat in front, his back was pressed down hard, and once the engine started, he would be shaken and slide to the side after only a few steps on the bumpy road in the old neighborhood.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Lin Langyi finally lost her patience and searched everywhere for something like a rope to tie Cheng Yanjin to the car.
This is so annoying!
"Drive slowly, I'll help you hold on from behind." Yuan Chuyu walked to the other side of the car, leaned slightly, and used one arm to secure Cheng Yanjin to the car from behind, while his hand gently rested on Lin Langyi's waist as a fulcrum.
Lin Langyi paused for a moment.
Her entire back was pressed against Cheng Yanjin's warm body, his head buried in her shoulder, his breath falling on her neck. Even so, she still found the hand on her side particularly hard to ignore, and that patch of skin felt a tingling sensation from the touch of that hand.
He hadn't touched her for a moment while speeding along the highway, but now, in this slow and drawn-out moment, the strange sensation of touch was amplified many times over.
She quickly glanced back at him.
Yuan Chuyu stood quietly to the side, his head slightly tilted, seemingly focused on adjusting Cheng Yanjin's position to prevent him from falling off the car. He was holding Cheng Yanjin between his arm and Lin Langyi's back; bumping into her was simply an unavoidable action to stabilize the car, but...
His large palms pressed gently against the perfect indentation of her side waist, his slender fingers gracefully reaching forward, landing non-threateningly on the left side of her lower abdomen, where the quick-drying fabric clinging to her skin offered no respite.
Lin Langyi could clearly feel the heat emanating from the stranger's palm on her side gradually and irresistibly penetrating beneath her skin, making it impossible to ignore.
She shifted her body slightly to adjust her posture, and the hand remained firmly pressed against her. If you took her as a stationary reference point, it would seem as if that hand was ambiguously caressing her waist.
Lin Langyi didn't know why, but late at night, she inexplicably recalled the diagram of the female ovary and uterus from her biology class in school. It was roughly like when he pointed his finger downwards... the egg cell would slowly grow and move downwards along the ovary and fallopian tube, just like his well-defined fingers lightly skimming across the water when she turned around, as if something really was slowly moving along the uterus and fallopian tubes...
"How about we just make do with this?" Yuan Chuyu suddenly spoke up, his voice gentle and soft. "I'm sorry, thank you for your hard work."
Lin Langyi snapped back to reality, her face flushed. She cleared her throat and indicated that she was fine.
The car couldn't go too fast. Yuan Chuyu had been following the car the whole time, and going too fast would be dangerous. Besides, the three of them were in such a precarious position. Lin Langyi was quickly angered by the slow, swaying, and bumpy ride and immediately forgot about the hand-holding thing.
She cursed Cheng Yanjin in her heart for desecrating her beloved car. After finally getting him downstairs, Lin Langyi, lacking experience in leading people, failed to stabilize the car when parking. She twisted the handle, and the car and the heavy load on it all tipped over.
She hurriedly stretched out her legs and stood on tiptoe to brace herself, but it was still a futile effort. The soles of her shoes made a rough sound as they rolled on the concrete. Just as the car was about to overturn, she suddenly crashed into a firm embrace. The hand on her waist tightened its grip, as if trying to press into her body.
For a moment, her mind went blank. The hand that had been so prominent on her side just moments before was now tightly wrapped around her waist. She could even smell the faint patchouli and ylang-ylang scent he had sprayed on his clothes.
Yuan Chuyu stood to the side, the weight of the car pressing down on him. Lin Langyi, in her nervousness, clung tightly to his clothes. He then wrapped one arm around her and quickly pulled the front of the car back with the other, managing to stabilize the car and its occupants.
Neither of them had time or the capacity to intervene in Cheng Yanjin's affairs.
Cheng Yanjin's body swayed, and he was thrown off the back seat like a lump of soft mud.
"People! People! People!" Lin Langyi popped her head out from under Yuan Chuyu's chest and rushed to pull people away. Yuan Chuyu could only use one leg to kneel and block them—
Unfortunately, Cheng Yanjin still fell headfirst to the ground.
Fortunately, the pulling and tugging reduced most of the weight and speed, so the "thud" didn't cause any serious injury. Cheng Yanjin groaned with a pained expression in his drunken state, and a bump quickly swelled up on his forehead.
He regained some consciousness, gagged a few times, and struggled to open his eyes to recognize the blurry faces of Yuan Chuyu and Lin Langyi. Relieved, he wearily closed his eyes again.
"Headache," he yelled, then fell silent again.
Without further delay, Lin Langyi locked the car and led the way upstairs, while Yuan Chuyu carried him on his back and followed behind.
The stairwell lights in the old-fashioned residential building flicker on and off. The dim yellow light shines through the dusty, blackened lampshades, as if the weariness of daily life has accumulated on them, attracting only buzzing mosquitoes.
Lin Langyi raised her hand to touch her cheek, then lowered it. When she was hugged earlier, her cheek was imprinted on Yuan Chuyu's shirt button, and she could still feel the hard texture.
She glanced back at him.
Yuan Chuyu walked with steady steps. When he bowed slightly, the black shirt he wore, which was tightly buttoned to the top, exuded a restrained and ascetic feeling. His arms, with their sleeves rolled up, appeared even whiter against the black shirt, revealing the sharp lines of a mature man and the bluish veins under his skin.
Lin Langyi turned around several times and saw that he still had energy and was not flustered. She complimented him, "I didn't realize you were so strong."
One after the other, she was above the steps, and Yuan Chuyu was below. He looked up at her, tilting his head back to reveal a section of his fair neck, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing slightly on his shirt collar.
He took a step forward, causing his trousers to wrinkle slightly and tighten at the thigh. Once he stood still, the wrinkles disappeared, and he returned to his original impeccable and dignified appearance.
At 11:43 p.m., she took him home.
The key unlocked the door, and Lin Langyi took a couple of steps inside to turn on the light, but the door behind her was gently closed before she could.
His voice was as soft as willow catkins, as if afraid of waking someone, as he said, "Excuse me."
It wasn't until Yuan Chuyu's voice drifted from the darkness that she realized the two of them were squeezed too close together in the entryway, so close that his voice and breath enveloped her, creating a sense of hidden lurking.
With a "click," Lin Langyi finally found the light switch, and the room was instantly as bright as day. She turned around and found that Yuan Chuyu seemed to be maintaining a perfectly normal distance from her.
He didn't talk to her much, simply placing Cheng Yanjin on the sofa nearby and saying without turning his head, "Put an ice pack on your forehead, it should feel much better tomorrow."
"OK." Lin Langyi left to rummage through the refrigerator in the kitchen for something that could be used as an ice pack.
As soon as she left, Yuan Chuyu stood up from the sofa, casually moved his wrists, and glanced silently toward the kitchen.
Having confirmed that Lin Langyi was still searching, he looked around the living room, then walked straight to the master bedroom as if no one else was there, opened the door and glanced inside.
No women's products were found.
He calmly closed the door and returned to sit on the sofa.
Lin Langyi came out, put a small bag of ice cubes in a plastic bag, tied it tightly, and applied it to Cheng Yanjin's forehead. It was probably a bit cold, because he groaned in complaint and immediately stopped moving.
Yuan Chuyu: "I remember he mentioned that the medicine box at home is usually kept in a cabinet in the entryway."
Lin Langyi tried to rummage through the package and actually found it. There were even hangover cures inside. She opened the package to pour water and exclaimed as she passed him, "You're really a fortune teller!"
Yuan Chuyu smiled faintly: "I guessed, I was just lucky."
While waiting for the water to boil in the kitchen, Lin Langyi pondered how to administer medicine to someone in a semi-conscious state. The first thing that popped into her mind was the mouth-to-mouth feeding method used in tragic TV dramas, but she immediately dismissed this idea.
She reeked of alcohol; was she some kind of scoundrel?
Then we can only rely on the all-powerful netizens.
She secretly opened the short video app, and after careful consideration, cautiously entered keywords such as "coma," "taking medication," and "swallowing on her own."
The first thing that popped up was an explanation of the scene where Wu Dalang was murdered.
The second one is an educational video about date rape drugs; once you skip ahead, they start selling courses.
The third point gets straight to the point: "As those who frequently commit murder know, killing is easy, but dismembering is difficult. So today, I'll introduce a few methods..."
Lin Langyi angrily refreshed the page again, and the volume of the next video suddenly increased: "She died, and was reborn on the night before her wedding. Looking at the bright red wedding dress by the bed, all she could think of was the warmth of the person's lips and tongue before she died..."
Why are they still feeding the medicine mouth-to-mouth?
"It's not advisable to give medication when someone is in a blackout or unconscious state." Yuan Chuyu's voice suddenly rang out, startling Lin Langyi. She gripped her phone and looked towards the kitchen door, only to realize that he had been listening there for who knows how long.
Yuan Chuyu directly rejected her plan: "He just woke up, which means he's fine. We can give him the medicine later; it's dangerous to give him medicine while he's unconscious."
The short video app was set to play in the background, and the next video was another vivid description: "Wu Da was sick for five days and couldn't get up. Moreover, he couldn't get soup or water, and the woman wouldn't answer his calls every day. Then he saw her go out heavily made up..."①
For a moment, their expressions froze.
Lin Langyi was initially embarrassed, but then she noticed that Yuan Chuyu's expression was even stranger, which immediately dispelled her embarrassment.
It's rare to see Yuan Chuyu reveal his true emotions like this. Is he particularly concerned about this scene?
Lin Langyi pretended to be calm and reopened her phone to close the app from the background. Yuan Chuyu had already composed himself and came in to pick up the kettle that had been boiling water and pour it into the thermos.
He was surprisingly diligent and attentive to his work. Lin Lang noticed that he never stopped to rest while he was in the house, doing everything he could. In the end, he even asked her if she wanted a late-night snack.
Lin Langyi was like that lazy man whose parents mopped the floor in front of him, and all he knew was to lift his legs and shrink back onto the stool.
"It's getting late. I can keep an eye on things here. You should go back now, Brother Yu." After finishing everything, Lin Langyi finally started patching things up, behaving like a virtuous and capable wife. "I will take good care of him."
Are you staying here tonight?
Lin Langyi hadn't found an opportunity before, but now she could finally act like any invincible wealthy couple, emphasizing their "unbreakable bond," and said it so naturally: "Yes, I left some toiletries here, so you can just sleep in the master bedroom."
Yuan Chuyu's dark pupils locked onto her, and after a moment, he nodded: "Then I'll be going now."
After seeing the person off, Lin Langyi took more than ten photos of herself and the sleeping Cheng Yanjin, making sure to include the hangover medicine and blood-activating ointment on the table in the photos.
After carefully selecting two, she finally chose two and sent them to Cheng Yangkang, followed by a voice message:
“Uncle Cheng, Cheng Yanjin drank too much today. He stumbled and bumped into something just now. Don’t worry, he’s here with me. I’m watching over him.”
At the end of the voice message, Lin Langyi twisted Cheng Yanjin's waist, immediately eliciting grumbling and dissatisfaction from him.
Everything was recorded, that's great.
Cheng Yangkang called quickly. He first scolded his son, then praised Lin Langyi for being gentle and considerate, and finally remarked that seeing the younger generation happy is the greatest wish of parents.
Lin Langyi obediently replied to each one.
If you do something, you need to know how to promote it. If key people don't see the process or the result, the effect of the work will be greatly reduced.
Lin Langyi finished the call perfectly and immediately sent a message to Chi Shu after hanging up to ask about the progress. Chi Shu replied instantly, looking aggrieved, saying that he was feeling quite constrained by his own efforts.
"Shall we turn on video? I can provide remote guidance." Lin Langyi sent a voice message, then sat cross-legged on the sofa in front of her, not caring that Cheng Yanjin, who was fast asleep behind her, might appear on camera. She readily made a video call request.
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