Chapter 39: You Are Not the One Who Saved Xiaoyu

Two days later, at Tenghai Manor.

Lin Yuan, dressed in casual attire, entered the venue alongside Lin Weiwei and Lin Shanshan. One was a stunningly beautiful mature woman, the other a breathtaking young lady; the moment they stepped in, all eyes were drawn to them. And Lin Yuan, walking between these two beauties, became the focus of envy, jealousy, and resentment from countless onlookers.

Damn it, what on earth had he done to deserve walking together with two women of such beauty?

“Hey, kid, it’s you! I can’t believe you managed to sneak in. Hmph, this isn’t the sort of place you can just come for a free meal and drinks!”

It was a young man mocking him—Yang Chao.

“Lin Yuan, we meet again. I told you before, my money isn’t so easily taken from me.”

Yang Guang, holding a wine glass, approached and cast a cold glance at Lin Weiwei, sneering, “There’s no rule at Tenghai Manor about bringing along guests, is there, Boss Lin? You’re breaking the rules.”

Yang Chao immediately raised his voice, “Everyone, this man doesn’t even have an invitation. He’s just a lowly security guard—no money, no status, just here to freeload. Security! Where’s security? Throw him out!”

At this, the crowd began to murmur:

“What? He came just to eat and drink for free? The nerve!”

“And here I thought he was some young master since he walked in with Lin Weiwei.”

“Throw him out!”

Lin Shanshan was about to protest angrily, when a fat man stepped forward.

“I’d like to see who dares!”

“Y-young Master Wang!” Yang Chao was startled at the sight of him, then hurried forward, smiling obsequiously.

“Get lost!” Wang Hao kicked him aside. “Security, throw the Yang father and son out for me!”

“Young Master Wang, what do you mean by this?” Yang Guang was stunned, not expecting that he would be the one getting kicked out.

What was going on?

“If you want to know what I mean, you should ask yourself. Do you think you can afford to offend Master Lin?” Wang Hao shot him a look of disgust, then bowed slightly to Lin Yuan. “Master Lin, please, come inside.”

Yang Guang was thunderstruck, unable to believe that this kid actually knew Young Master Wang.

“Young Master Wang, wait—he definitely doesn’t have an invitation! He’s just a freeloader, I’m not wrong!”

“If I say you’re wrong, then you’re wrong. You have a problem with that?” Wang Hao gave him a threatening glare.

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Guang’s forehead. “Young Master Wang, I… I was just raising a reasonable question!”

Lin Yuan had cost him a fortune; he wasn’t about to let him off easily.

Even if it meant going all out!

“Not bad, Boss Yang, you’ve got some guts.”

A woman of enchanting grace stepped forward, dressed in a crimson princess dress, her beauty dazzling. With a faint smile at her lips and lively, alluring eyes, she was captivating.

“Miss Xiao!”

Upon seeing her, Yang Guang nearly fell to his knees.

This woman was the daughter of a legendary figure! Now she controlled a powerful organization of her own. No one in the province dared cross her.

“But my brother doesn’t need an invitation. This is our family’s manor; he can come and go as he pleases,” Xiao Daier said, walking sensuously up to Lin Yuan.

“Vixen!” Lin Shanshan muttered inwardly, glancing at her impressive figure and instantly feeling inferior. How could she, her sister, and even little Yu all pale in comparison? Was there any justice left in the world?

“What?” Yang Guang was chilled to the bone by her words. Yang Chao was even more dumbfounded.

He never expected Lin Yuan to have such a connection.

“Throw them out. From now on, neither of them is ever to set foot in Tenghai Manor again,” Xiao Daier commanded.

“Yes, Miss!” A group of burly security guards stepped forward immediately.

“We’ll leave on our own…” Yang Guang said, trembling with fear.

The father and son slunk away in disgrace.

“Leaving so soon? Didn’t you say your money isn’t easily taken? Yet I took it—what now?” Lin Yuan called after them, his tone mocking.

Yang Guang felt even more humiliated, but dared not speak out, and left the manor with his son, swallowing his anger.

The surrounding guests began speculating about Lin Yuan’s identity.

“I didn’t expect him to know Miss Daier.”

“They seem quite close, too.”

“Could he be the adopted son of Xiao Tianxiong?”

…

“Brother, please, come in. There are private transparent rooms inside; you and your friends can enjoy yourselves while waiting for the banquet to begin,” Xiao Daier smiled, gesturing politely.

Lin Yuan nodded, then leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words.

“Understood, I’ll see to it right away.” Xiao Daier’s expression shifted; she immediately took out her phone, sent several messages, and began making arrangements.

The three of them entered the main hall.

“Lin Yuan, what did you just say to her?” Lin Shanshan asked.

“I arranged a few things,” Lin Yuan replied.

“So mysterious,” Lin Shanshan grew even more curious.

“Yi Tianming is here!” a girl came running in from outside, shouting excitedly.

“Tianming is here?” In a corner, a group of girls clustered together. Among them, a girl with twin ponytails brightened up and hurried to the entrance in anticipation.

There, she saw Lin Shanshan and her companions.

“Sister Shanshan, country bumpkin, Sister Weiwei.” She greeted them one by one, then eagerly looked out, soon spotting Yi Tianming entering.

“Tianming!” she called, bouncing up with a wave, her twin braids swinging.

“Xiaoyu, do you like him?” A few society ladies gathered around, teasing.

“No, Tianming is my savior, I just see him as a brother,” Zhou Xiaoyu replied.

“But Xiaoyu, how did he save you? I never heard you were sick or had surgery?” one of her friends asked, puzzled.

“Ah, well…” Zhou Xiaoyu blushed. That scene was too embarrassing to share. If she told them… wouldn’t everyone know that her most secret place had been seen by Tianming? No way, she absolutely couldn’t say it!

“Yi Tianming, I love you!” At that moment, Yi Tianming finally entered the hall. Instantly, a group of debutantes surrounded him.

But Yi Tianming, with a smile, sidestepped the crowd and headed straight for Zhou Xiaoyu.

“Tianming!” Zhou Xiaoyu beamed with joy.

“Xiaoyu, you’re even cuter than before.” The more Yi Tianming looked at her, the more he liked her. This adorable girl—he had to make her his own.

“Tianming, you’ve become even more handsome,” Zhou Xiaoyu said.

“A grown man wearing makeup—how disgusting,” Lin Yuan muttered, catching the scent of cologne and spotting the foundation on Yi Tianming’s face, feeling instantly nauseated. He quickly pulled Lin Shanshan away.

“Lin Yuan, you again!” A flash of anger crossed Yi Tianming’s eyes, though he kept a pleasant smile, betraying nothing.

“You’d have to ask Xiaoyu. As a doctor, I can’t reveal a patient’s private matters,” he said.

“Oh, I see…” The others sounded disappointed.

“Of course you can’t, because you weren’t the one who saved Xiaoyu that day,” Lin Yuan couldn’t help himself; this guy was just too pretentious.

“Country bumpkin, don’t talk nonsense! Tianming is my savior,” Zhou Xiaoyu burst out, cheeks puffed, shooting him a glare.

Yi Tianming smiled at Lin Yuan. “Heh, if it wasn’t me, was it you? Other than me, who else could have saved someone from drowning on the spot?”