Chapter 93 Brother Baochuan Is Satisfied

Lin Family Villa.

Inside the room.

“Hah! Hah! Hah!”

Lin Wanyu swung the baseball bat relentlessly, smashing it hard against a plush toy bear as tall as an adult.

A sheet of white paper was stuck to the bear’s chest, and in the center, the name Qin Chuan was written boldly.

“That’s for shutting off your phone!”

Bang!

“For not returning my calls!”

Bang! Bang!

“So what if I misjudged you? You won’t even let me apologize? Do you really think I’m desperate to contact you?”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With every sentence, Lin Wanyu struck the bear with force. Her emotions stirred, and the continuous, vigorous swings left her breathless and drenched in sweat.

At that moment, she wore a thin silk nightgown, the sweat soaking through the fabric, outlining her curvaceous figure perfectly.

“Damn you, Qin Chuan! I’ll beat you to death!”

Lin Wanyu used up her last ounce of strength, slamming the bat onto the bear’s head. The once adorable bear now looked utterly pitiful.

Thud!

She collapsed onto the bed, the softness bouncing her up two or three times before finally settling.

Since her father, Lin Jiancheng, had scolded her and revealed her misunderstanding of Qin Chuan, Lin Wanyu had tried to contact him several times to apologize. But every time, the voice message told her the phone was switched off.

Later, she even lowered herself to ask Lan Jin to pass a message to Qin Chuan. Her friend assured her she’d done so, yet Lin Wanyu never received a response. Each call still met with the same shut-off notice. Frustrated and indignant, she felt her mood sour.

“A grown man, yet so petty. Thank goodness the engagement was broken—otherwise, how would I endure the rest of my life?”

Though she said this, Lin Wanyu felt no joy whatsoever. Instead, a strange sense of loss welled up, driving the always proud Miss Lin nearly mad.

She thought exhausting herself would help her sleep quickly, but the night passed in restless tossing and turning, leaving her even more irritable.

“It’s all Qin Chuan’s fault!”

After identifying the culprit, Lin Wanyu gave up on sleep. She washed up quickly, hopped in her car, and drove straight to the Lan family’s old residence.

“This trip isn’t just for an apology. More importantly, it’s to settle accounts with him.”

Lin Wanyu braced herself mentally, trying to salvage her dignity for taking the initiative.

When she left the Lin family estate, the sky was still dark. By the time she arrived at the Lan residence, dawn was just breaking in the east. She got out and stated her purpose; the security captain, Ah Wei, let her through without hesitation.

As Lan Weimin’s trusted aide, Ah Wei understood well the close bond between Lan Jin and Lin Wanyu—there were even “rumors” that the two were lovers. Only after Qin Chuan appeared did Ah Wei realize those were nothing but wild gossip.

Lan Jin, having received the news first, rubbed her sleepy eyes and came out to greet her. Seeing Lin Wanyu, she asked in surprise, “Wanyu, why are you here so suddenly?”

“Where’s Qin Chuan?”

Lin Wanyu answered with a question of her own.

Hearing her friend was here for Qin Chuan, Lan Jin perked up, unable to resist her curiosity: “Are you in such a hurry to find Qin Chuan for something important?”

Since yesterday, Lin Wanyu had repeatedly called to ask about Qin Chuan. Lan Jin suddenly felt a strange tension, like a child worried that someone else coveted her favorite toy.

“It’s just about some details for the Long Family’s banquet. You know how important this meeting is for both the Lin family and me personally. I can’t allow any mistakes.” Lin Wanyu gave a dignified excuse for seeing Qin Chuan.

Lan Jin relaxed a bit and glanced toward a room on the first floor. “I heard Qin Chuan was busy all morning and only just came back. He should still be sleeping. Are you in a hurry?”

“N-no, I’m not!” Lin Wanyu replied against her own feelings.

Lan Jin let out a soft “Oh,” then wrapped her arm around Lin Wanyu’s slender waist with a smile. “Why don’t you wait in my room? I doubt Qin Chuan will wake up anytime soon.”

“Oh… alright.”

Lin Wanyu wanted to wake Qin Chuan right away, but to maintain the facade of not being in a hurry, she followed Lan Jin to her room.

Waiting is always long, especially when one’s mood is anxious. It becomes unbearably dull, and since Lin Wanyu hadn’t slept all night, her eyelids soon began to droop.

She didn’t know when, but she drifted off into sleep.

Elsewhere.

Qin Chuan awoke slowly, feeling refreshed. The exhaustion from his recent travels vanished in an instant. Glancing at his antique phone charging on the nightstand, he saw it was already past ten in the morning.

He quickly washed up and was about to head to the kitchen for food when his phone rang.

“Brother Chuan, it’s been so long—have you missed me?”

As soon as he answered, a soft and alluring voice came from the receiver.

Qin Chuan felt his bones tingling; no wonder Liu Qingcheng was called the ‘fox enchantress’—even an idle phrase could stir the most primal desires.

“Is something wrong?” Qin Chuan quickly composed himself, smiling as he asked.

“What, can’t I call you without a reason?” Liu Qingcheng paused, then changed the subject, “But I do have an issue today, and it’s a particularly tricky one. Only you, Brother Chuan, can solve it.”

“Oh? Are you feeling lonely and cold, and need me to warm you up?” Qin Chuan teased.

Liu Qingcheng chuckled, “Just once isn’t enough. Even ten thousand times wouldn’t solve the root problem—unless, of course, you’re a quick shooter.”

“Don’t be so cheeky! I’m known as the undefeated little tyrant, pushing through eight hundred rivals without falling—just wait, you little vixen, you’ll get your punishment!”

Qin Chuan spoke with the tone of a seasoned playboy, though in reality, his experience stopped at theory, with only some practice with the golden right hand.

“I’ll be waiting!”

Liu Qingcheng laughed even more, then finally stated her true purpose: “Brother Chuan, Zhou Yunping is back, demanding you treat her again, or she’ll wreck my company.”

“What the—she recovered so quickly?” Qin Chuan was shocked. He knew how heavy-handed he’d been last time; normally, Zhou Yunping shouldn’t be able to get out of bed for three months.

Liu Qingcheng was equally frustrated, but the facts were undeniable.

“Brother Chuan, please come quickly! If you help me, I’ll be sure to thank you properly.” Liu Qingcheng deliberately emphasized the promise.

Qin Chuan laughed and pressed, “Don’t just give me empty promises. I’ll help, but when I arrive, I need some upfront payment—is that a problem?”

“No problem!” Liu Qingcheng answered readily, adding two soft moans reserved for moments of deep harmony, “I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, Brother Chuan. Mwah!”

Even after hanging up, Qin Chuan felt his lower abdomen burning.

“If only Liu Qingcheng possessed the mysterious Yin body,” he mused. Then he could resolve his Nine Yang energy in endless pleasure.

Suppressing his emotion, he picked up his phone and headed out, running into Ah Wei. Before the man could speak, Qin Chuan interrupted, “Whatever you have to say, do it on the road. Drive me to Qingcheng International Tower now.”

Ah Wei swallowed his words; he’d long been instructed by Lan Weimin: obey Qin Chuan’s orders above all.

“Of course, Mr. Qin. I’ll get the car right away,” Ah Wei replied respectfully.

Moments later, Qin Chuan was on the business car, heading out. As the destination drew nearer, his excitement grew—and so did his hesitation.

“Should I go for a kiss or a touch?” Wondering what kind of ‘payment’ to collect from Liu Qingcheng, Qin Chuan decided that as an adult, there was no need to choose—he could have both.