Chapter 327: Yin Yirou's Reverse Pursuit?

"Being followed?" Mu Lingxue instantly became alert.

Lin Yuan fixed his gaze on the black motorcycle in the rearview mirror, speaking to Mu Lingxue extremely fast:

"That motorcycle behind us has been following us since the bar's entrance, never dropping back—it's definitely intentional."

Mu Lingxue turned her head to look at the rear window...

Sure enough, a motorcycle was following their car at a leisurely pace.

Mu Lingxue's eyes, still slightly hazy from drink, instantly cleared.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed, her tone grave: "There's a traffic light ahead—stop there, I'll go check!"

Lin Yuan said no more, lightly tapping the brake...

The Range Rover Velar slowly stopped at the stop line by the traffic light, its engine still humming low, like a leopard poised to strike.

Mu Lingxue opened the car door; night wind rushed in, she reached into her pocket, drew her sidearm, gripping it tightly, her gaze sharp as she looked backward—

The black motorcycle also pulled up, about a few hundred meters from their car.

The rider still wore a full black helmet, his expression unreadable.

"Motorcycle ahead, stop immediately for inspection!" Mu Lingxue shouted sharply toward the bike.

She simultaneously raised her gun, aiming it at the rider, her motion swift and decisive.

The person on the motorcycle showed no hesitation, instead suddenly revving the engine; the bike shot toward Mu Lingxue like an arrow released from a bow!

The rider yanked an iron chain from his waist, arm exerting force, the chain whistling through the air as he slammed it down toward Mu Lingxue.

Mu Lingxue's pupils contracted sharply; she instinctively pulled the trigger, only to realize it was already too late—

The chain snared her wrist precisely, then yanked hard; her pistol clanged to the ground, and she was bound immobile by the chain.

The rider jerked his wrist again; the chain, as if alive, tightened, yanking Mu Lingxue off the ground—her lithe body flung into the air!

The rider turned the bike's head, about to speed away with her.

Lin Yuan, seeing this from inside the car, his face instantly changed, pupils slightly constricting—

The rider's chain-wielding technique was unmistakably the traditional martial art's vine whip form—something no ordinary thug could master!

"Stop!" Lin Yuan barked, shoving the car door open without hesitation!

Lin Yuan tapped lightly on the Range Rover's door, launching himself like a light swallow, his hand precisely grabbing Mu Lingxue's arm in midair!

With his other hand he swiftly produced a silver needle, fingertip exerting force; the needle shot like an arrow toward the point where the chain bound Mu Lingxue.

Only a "crack!" was heard—the chain snapped apart!

Lin Yuan pulled with his arm, drawing Mu Lingxue steadily back into his embrace, his feet landing firmly on the ground.

Mu Lingxue, caught off guard, leaned into Lin Yuan's embrace, the faint scent of grass and wood lingering on his skin……

Recalling the recent peril, then gazing at his solid chest before her, Mu Lingxue felt a surge of complex emotion, momentarily forgetting to speak.

Seeing his prey snatched away, the rider's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness!

The motorcyclist swung the iron chain again, a tearing sound as he lunged at Lin Yuan and Mu Lingxue—his move vicious, aimed straight at vital points.

Lin Yuan, holding Mu Lingxue, shifted sideways swiftly, easily dodging the chain attack!

Lin Yuan simultaneously flipped his wrist, firing several more silver needles straight at the rider's shoulders and knees—

Those are the body's key points of movement.

Unexpectedly, the motorcyclist reacted extremely fast, turning his wrist; the chain swept up like a barrier before him!

A series of clear "ding-ding-dang" sounds!

The silver needles Lin Yuan fired were all knocked down by the chain!

Lin Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, his heart secretly startled:

The opponent's strength was actually this great—even his precise silver needles could be intercepted!

No time to think further, Lin Yuan adjusted his stance, shielding Mu Lingxue behind him!

Lin Yuan's fingertip twisted again with force; this time the silver needles flew at a tricky angle, skimming the ground toward the rider's ankles, a bit faster than before.

The motorcyclist obviously hadn't expected Lin Yuan to change his attack; momentarily off guard, his ankle was struck by a silver needle!

In pain, the motorcyclist staggered, the motorcycle losing balance and clattering to the ground, its wheels still spinning uselessly.

Lin Yuan seized the opportunity, striding forward quickly, intending to subdue the motorcyclist.

But the opponent was unusually decisive, instantly abandoning the bike, turning to sprint toward the roadside wall, his movement as agile as a monkey's.

Lin Yuan closely followed in pursuit……

Yet the opponent flipped up, easily clearing a wall over two meters high, then after a few sidesteps vanished into a dark alley……

Only a string of rapidly receding footsteps remained.

Lin Yuan reached the wall's base, watching the direction the opponent vanished, his face solemn!

The opponent's agility was extraordinary, and he also knew traditional martial arts whip techniques!

Even Lin Yuan couldn't detain him.

This was Lin Yuan's first encounter in Jiangnan with a top-tier martial arts master.

Lin Yuan turned and walked back to Mu Lingxue's side, noting her still slightly pale complexion.

Lin Yuan asked softly: "Are you alright? Anywhere hurt?"

Mu Lingxue shook her head, bent to pick up her sidearm from the ground, checked it, then slipped it back into her pocket.

Recalling the image of Lin Yuan holding her in his arms just moments before, her cheeks flushed slightly, her tone carrying a touch of gratitude:

"I'm fine, thank you. If it weren't for you just now, I might have been taken away by him."

Yin Yirou, who had been sitting silently in the passenger seat, also opened the car door and ran over.

Yin Yirou's face filled with worry: "Lingxue, Lin Yuan, are you both okay? Who exactly is that rider? Why would he use such formidable skill?"

Lin Yuan's brows knit tightly, his gaze deep and solemn.

It's hard to say, but his moves are ancient martial arts, somewhat similar to the methods of the robbers in the 907 case earlier. I think… they are likely accomplices. Moreover, he could easily knock down my Silver Needle; his strength is not to be underestimated, so we must be more careful from now on.

"Why are they following us?" Yin Yirou said with a complex expression on her pretty face.

"It's very likely they want to take revenge on Officer Mu..." Lin Yuan speculated.

Mu Lingxue nodded, "I cannot rule out this possibility."

The 907 case hasn't been solved yet; those robbers are very likely seeking revenge on Mu Lingxue.

Mu Lingxue pulled out her phone: "I'll contact the bureau right away, have them send people to inspect the scene, retrieve nearby surveillance, and definitely find this cyclist!"

Soon, a large contingent of criminal investigators arrived at the scene.

But the criminal investigators examined the scene and found nothing at all.

There were no fingerprints or clues of the robbers on the motorcycle.

The robbers wore helmets, and their identities turned up nothing.

The police retrieved nearby surveillance and discovered the robbers last disappeared in a blind spot of a small road's monitoring.

By the time they pursued, the robbers' traces were already gone.

In the end, the police could only return empty-handed.

The scene was handed over to the criminal investigation team.

Lin Yuan drove Mu Lingxue and Yin Yirou home.

When getting out of the car, Lin Yuan reminded Mu Lingxue to be careful these days.

Mu Lingxue nodded, she again invited Lin Yuan to join the 907 case team as a consultant.

But Lin Yuan refused again.

……

The next day, Lin Yuan early on picked up Director Su and brought him to the company.

After arriving at the company, Lin Yuan finished processing the morning's administrative documents, then went to Su Monong's office to ask for leave: "Director Su, I want to take a half-day off this afternoon."

Su Monong didn't ask further, readily signed: "Go ahead."

Lin Yuan packed up his things, scanned a Meituan bicycle, and headed to Zhijiang University.

Outside of work hours, Lin Yuan still wasn't accustomed to driving the company's car.

He dislikes taking advantage of the company, so he'd rather ride a bicycle even in the scorching heat.

……

At noon, Lin Yuan had just arrived at the School of Medicine gate on his bicycle when he saw three familiar figures at the gate—

President Du Yun Tian, Dean Luo Renhai, and Vice Dean Ge Xu were standing in the shade waiting for him.

Du Yun Tian wore a crisp Zhongshan suit.

Luo Renhai and Ge Xu also wore formal shirts.

The three saw Lin Yuan's car and all came forward to greet him, causing passing students to stop in their tracks.

"Lin Yuan is here! Come with us quickly, the cafeteria has saved a seat for you, all dishes you used to love." Luo Renhai walked ahead, patting Lin Yuan's shoulder, his tone warm as if meeting an old friend.

Du Yun Tian also smiled and nodded: "Glad you came, hurry up and eat."

Ge Xu also stepped forward to greet him.

This scene caused the surrounding students to erupt in an uproar.

Someone secretly took out their phone to snap a photo: "Who is this guy? The president and two deans personally came to pick him up and even accompanied him to the cafeteria?"

"He looks quite young; could he be a young professor poached from a prestigious university? But I haven't heard the School of Medicine is recruiting new people."

"Maybe he's an acquaintance of President Du; otherwise why would they give him so much attention?"

Speculation rose and fell.

Lin Yuan followed the three toward the cafeteria.

In a small private room on the third floor of the cafeteria, Luo Renhai had already ordered the dishes—

Sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of purple seaweed egg drop soup that Lin Yuan often drank back then—all were his college-era tastes.

"Try it, it's still made by the same master from back then, the flavor hasn't changed." Luo Renhai placed a piece of spare rib on Lin Yuan's plate, his eyes full of anticipation.

Lin Yuan took a bite, the familiar flavor reminded him of college days, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled: "Still the old taste, better than what outside restaurants make."

While eating, Luo Renhai got down to business:

"Lin Yuan, I sought you out this time because I want you to join Zhijiang University: first, as a lecturer at the School of Medicine teaching Chinese medicine courses; second, as a consultant to help us improve surgical mechanical knives. Additionally, the school is preparing to participate in this year's National University Medical Skills Competition, and they want you to represent the school."

Lin Yuan put down his chopsticks, a bit hesitant: "Dean Luo, I'm just a college graduate; being a lecturer and entering the competition might not be appropriate." He still wasn't used to such sudden high-profile moves.

Luo Renhai immediately waved his hand, speaking firmly:

"What college graduate? We haven't even realized your abilities yet? I've already greeted the Academic Affairs Office; this afternoon I'll arrange for you to take the undergraduate qualification exam. With your level, you'll definitely pass—it's just a formality."

Du Yun Tian also chimed in: "Exactly, academic credentials are just a stepping stone; your Chinese medicine level surpasses many of our school's old professors—don't dwell on this."

Ge Xu also handed over the materials: "This is the exam scope, all basic questions; you can pass just by glancing at it. We've already greeted the invigilator."

Lin Yuan looked at their sincere eyes and did not refuse further.

In the afternoon, he went to the Academic Affairs Office to take the exam—

The questions on the paper were indeed simple, all basic Chinese medicine theory and clinical case analysis; he finished in less than half an hour.

After the invigilator finished grading, he immediately signed off: "Mr. Lin's level fully meets undergraduate standards, and is even stronger than many recent graduates."

After Luo Renhai received the results, he immediately went to complete the procedures, finishing the undergraduate process that same day.

He also helped Lin Yuan register for the National Medical Skills Competition.

"What comes next is the teaching arrangement," Luo Renhai said, holding the schedule and looking for Lin Yuan: "We've arranged for you weekend public lectures—two days each on Saturday and Sunday—you don't need to come every day."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan felt a bit more at ease.

He has to work at Su Group on Mondays and Fridays; that's his main job.

As for school teaching, it's really just a side job.

"Dean Luo, but… I don't want my identity to be revealed…" Lin Yuan still said worriedly.

Luo Renhai said, "The school has also considered this. Since you don't want to reveal your identity as the Academic God and want to keep a low profile, we'll cooperate with you. We'll keep your Academic God identity secret."

"Just use the name Lin Yuan and work as an ordinary Chinese medicine teacher. No one will know your past, and no one will know you are the former Academic God." President Du Yun Dian added, having considered everything carefully.

Vice Dean Ge Xu also said, "Lin Yuan, you just need to focus on teaching. As for salary, it's 4,000 per month, which is already a high standard at the school—you know, most of the school's budget goes into research and expansion, so teachers' pay is generally low."

Lin Yuan looked at the course schedule and pay slip in front of him, recalled Professor Dong's letter and the case manuscript, and finally nodded.

"All right, I'll start teaching next week."

4,000 per month is indeed a high salary for a university part‑time teacher.

After all, Lin Yuan only teaches two days a week, which is only eight days a month.

That's 4,000 for the month—truly a high salary.

To fulfill Professor Dong Chao's last wish and also to pass on the Lin family's Chinese medicine tradition.

Lin Yuan decided to teach.

After all, constantly avoiding and hiding is useless.

This time, he wants to take the initiative to step forward; some things must be faced.

Chinese medicine is the root of the Lin family, and also Lin Yuan's root, so he cannot abandon it.

Besides, he's short on money now; 4,000 per month is also extra income that can ease his debt pressure.

Luo Renhai and the two others heard this and all breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Renhai patted Lin Yuan's shoulder and said solemnly:

"Great! The Chinese medicine program at Zhijiang University is finally saved!"

……

At the same time, inside the Chairman's office of the Su Group.

A female assistant slipped in quietly, holding a thick stack of documents, and respectfully handed them to Su Monong.

"Director Su, this is the background information on Lin Yuan you asked me to check—I've found his records from high school through college."

Su Monong put down her pen, her fingertip tracing the two characters "Lin Yuan" on the file cover, her eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny—

Since Lin Yuan came into contact with Du Wanhe, she's felt that this secretary hides too many secrets.

She turned to the first page, her eyes landing on the "Education" column, and her pupils contracted slightly.

The file clearly states he attended "Yuezhou No. 1 High School," not the "Hangcheng High School" he claimed when he started the job.

"He really is lying," Su Monong said, pinching the paper with her fingertip as she continued flipping through; when she saw "Graduated from Hangcheng Transportation Vocational Technical College," her beautiful eyes furrowed even tighter.

A mere college graduate who not only knows Chinese medicine and martial arts, but can also recognize the daughter of the president of Zhijiang University?

Even Du Wanhe specially sought him out to discuss Chinese medicine teaching—this simply defies common sense.

Su Monong recalled how Lin Yuan had helped her find the bug in her high‑heeled shoe, recalled his composure when facing Sun Licheng, and combined that with this "flawed" educational record…

A thought suddenly popped into Su Monong's mind:

Could Lin Yuan be related to Zhijiang University's former "perfect‑score Academic God"?

But Su Monong quickly shook her head—this, surely impossible?

If Lin Yuan could have scored full marks to get into Zhijiang University, he wouldn't have ended up as a driver, would he?

Su Monong raised a hand to rub her temples and told Assistant Zhang, "Go check again—focus on the connection between Lin Yuan and Du Wanhe, and report any findings immediately."

"Yes!" the female assistant replied, nodding.

……

In the evening, after finishing his business at Zhijiang University, Lin Yuan returned to the company.

He had just sat down when he received a call from Yin Yirou.

Lin Yuan hesitated for two seconds, then slid to answer: "Forensic Doctor Yin, what's up?"

From the other end came Yin Yirou's urgent voice: "Lin Yuan, I've got a tough autopsy case here—the body is severely decomposed, Western medical instruments can't determine the time of death, the case is stuck, and we have no leads on the killer……"

Lin Yuan didn't let her finish, cutting in: "Sorry, I can't help—I don't get involved in any criminal cases; go find the bureau's technical expert."

He unconsciously picked at the tabletop with his fingertip, already thinking about how to end the conversation quickly.

"I am the technical expert, and the bureau has no other way!" Yin Yirou pleaded, "Only you, who understands Chinese medicine's 'observation, listening, questioning, and pulse‑taking,' might be able to determine the time of death; the victim's family is still waiting outside the autopsy room, and only by figuring out when the body died can we find a clue to the killer."

Lin Yuan's grip on the phone tightened, and instantly the image of last night's black motorcycle tailing him flashed in his mind.

Getting involved in a criminal case is like getting mud on you—it only drags you deeper; you must never touch it.

Even a slight mishap could bring disaster upon oneself—for example, last night's pursuit and attempted murder.

"Sorry, I really can't help." Lin Yuan said, "I'm just an ordinary secretary—not a forensic doctor or a detective; getting mixed up in this would do me no good, Miss Yin, sorry."

Without waiting for Yin Yirou's reply, Lin Yuan hung up directly.

……

In the evening, after work.

Lin Yuan and Su Monong went downstairs and got into the Mercedes‑Benz.

Lin Yuan smoothly drove the black Mercedes‑Benz out of the Su Group's underground parking lot.

In the passenger seat, Su Monong was lowering her head to look at the quarterly financial report on her phone; the evening breeze blew in through the half‑open window, stirring the strands of hair by her ear and bringing a faint coolness.

Just as the car was pulling out of the underground garage, a bright‑red Audi Q8 suddenly accelerated from the rear‑left, cut straight in front of the Mercedes‑Benz, forcing Lin Yuan to slam on the brakes to avoid a collision.

Su Monong was startled by the sudden interception and lifted her head, her gaze instinctively turning to the Audi Q8—

The driver's side door slowly opened, and a striking figure stepped out, instantly making the surrounding light seem a bit brighter.

It was Yin Yirou.

She wasn't wearing her usual white forensic coat today; instead, she had on a wine‑red spaghetti‑strap dress.

The spaghetti straps were as thin as two silver threads, barely hanging on her shoulders, tracing delicate clavicle lines; the hem reached just to mid‑thigh, revealing evenly proportioned fair calves when she moved, her skin glowing with a fine sheen in the sunset's afterglow.

Her long hair was styled into big loose waves, casually draped over her shoulders with ends still slightly curled; tiny diamond studs adorned her earlobes, swaying lightly with her movements and scattering fine glints.

She wore a thin silver chain on her wrist, its pendant a tiny silver heart, making her wrist look even more slender.

She wore nude slim‑heel high heels about five centimeters high, striking the ground with a "tap‑tap" sound, each step carrying just the right elegance.

Her originally aloof forensic demeanor was made several degrees more sensual by this outfit; her makeup was also much more refined, eyebrows slightly lifted, lips coated with a whitening rotten‑tomato‑red lipstick, a faint pleading hidden between her brows and eyes.

Yin Yirou walked straight to the Mercedes driver's side window, raised her hand and lightly tapped the glass, her fingertips painted with nail polish matching the lipstick color, her gaze locked firmly on Lin Yuan inside the car.

Yin Yirou pleaded, voice entreating: "Lin Yuan, can you not refuse me?"

Su Monong sat in the passenger seat, first frowning in puzzlement?

Immediately Su Monong turned her head to look at Lin Yuan, her red lips curling into a teasing smile:

"Who is this lady? I can't tell, Lin Yuan, you have quite a few admirers—she even drove straight to block the road? Does this count as 'reverse pursuit'?"