Chapter 341: A Dreamlike Scene

Lin Yuan was pressed beneath her, flustered explaining, "I, I... actually got into Zhijiang University, but the study pressure there was too great; I realized after being admitted that I couldn't keep up with the university courses..."

"The academic atmosphere at Zhijiang University is cutthroat," Lin Yuan said, mixing in a feigned sense of embarrassment, "My classmates are either competition-recommended or top scorers; my high school foundation wasn't solid, so I couldn't keep up there. Even staying up late doing problems, I'm still at the bottom—the pressure is so great I can't sleep all night."

"Oh? Is that so?" Su Monong looked at him suspiciously.

Lin Yuan continued explaining, "Moreover... at that time my family's herbal medicine shop suddenly went bankrupt and owed external debts, leaving the family with no income. Tuition and living expenses at Zhijiang University were already high; I really couldn't face asking for help again, so after thinking it over, I processed the withdrawal."

Su Monong's hand resting on the table paused slightly; her suspicion didn't lessen but grew. She stared at Lin Yuan's drooping eyelashes, her fingertip unconsciously tapping the table edge—trying to see through this man.

"So, you and Du Wanhe were university classmates, right?" Su Monong asked.

Lin Yuan helplessly nodded, "Yes..."

Su Monong softly pressed further, "Then why did you lie to me before?"

Lin Yuan helplessly explained, "I had already withdrawn; admitting it would be embarrassing, so I lied to you, sorry, Director Su..."

Su Monong looked at him suspiciously.

What made her more suspicious was that Lin Yuan's withdrawal manager actually bore a faint resemblance to the vanished Academic God from Zhijiang University years ago—

Back then, that Academic God also came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, yet suddenly withdrew?

Su Monong leaned in another half step, her warm breath almost brushing Lin Yuan's ear, her voice carrying an inescapable probe: "When you studied at Zhijiang University, didn't you hear about that medical school genius, the Academic God? The one who suddenly withdrew?"

Lin Yuan lifted his head, his face showing just the right amount of bewilderment, as if he had truly never heard that name. He gently shook his head, his tone natural enough to give nothing away: "No impression. Back then I was wholly focused on assignments and tuition worries, rarely paying attention to other departments—I didn't even know all my classmates. Besides, I was in the Chinese Language and Literature department, not the medical school, so I hadn't heard of him..."

Su Monong could only find records of Lin Yuan's admission to Zhijiang University, but not which specific school he entered.

So Lin Yuan casually made up an answer.

Su Monong stared into his eyes, trying to detect a hint of panic in that calm, but Lin Yuan's gaze was too steady—steady as if he had rehearsed it countless times beforehand.

Her doubts didn't dissipate; they intensified—if Lin Yuan were truly just an ordinary withdrawal student, why would he be so wary of the topic of the Academic God? And why, at these crucial points, does he resemble that Academic God so closely?

She slowly straightened up, though she didn't fully release her hold on Lin Yuan, merely cooling her tone a bit: "Really? But I heard that the Academic God's greatest strength back then was traditional Chinese medicine. And coincidentally, you're also skilled in it?"

Lin Yuan's heart clenched; he hastily shook his head, his tone laced with deliberate self-mockery: "Just a coincidence! Director Su, you know the Academic God was the provincial top scorer, got full marks into Zhijiang—if I had that ability, how could I fail to keep up with the coursework?"

He deliberately paused, his fingertip unconsciously rubbing the table edge: "That bit of ancestral Chinese medicine technique I have is just for show; otherwise my family's herbal medicine shop wouldn't have gone under. My real ability is nowhere near that of the Academic God."

Su Monong froze upon hearing that?

Seems so too.

If Lin Yuan's Chinese medicine skills were really that good, his family's herbal medicine shop wouldn't have gone bankrupt, would it?

That doesn't make sense.

Moreover, if he truly were that full-score Academic God from the college entrance exam, he wouldn't have ended up so down-and-out as to become a lowly driver for the Su Group.

"Forget it, think about it—you couldn't possibly be the Academic God." Su Monong shook her head and said.

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, took the chance to sit up and move back: "Director Su, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to organize the risk control documents; I still need to prepare for the election tomorrow..."

Before he could finish, Su Monong seized his wrist, gripping even tighter than before. She pulled him forward, and Lin Yuan fell back onto the desk, his back once again against the cool wood grain—before he could speak, he heard Su Monong's voice, cold as ice: "Did I let you go?"

The desk lamp's light fell on Su Monong's fingertips; the doubt in her eyes had vanished, replaced by an irresistible dominance: "Even if you're not the Academic God, you deceived me—hiding your withdrawal history, and having an unclear relationship with Sun Weiwei—this debt must be paid."

Lin Yuan's heart panicked; just as he was about to speak in defense, he felt Su Monong's hand suddenly slide down, her fingertip lightly catching his belt buckle. The moment the metal buckle was touched, his body tensed sharply, his breath caught: "Director Su, this isn't appropriate..."

"What's wrong with that? I've never done this to a man before." Su Monong said, lowering herself lightly into a squat.

Then...

At that moment, Lin Yuan's fist lightly clenched. Because...

"Director Su, I'm a bit tired today; how about another day?" Lin Yuan said anxiously.

It was simply too dangerous; just earlier on the rooftop, he and Sun Weiwei...

At this moment, Su Monong...

Lin Yuan feared being discovered.

After all, he was still sweaty, easy to notice.

"How?" Su Monong's fingertip slowly rubbed the belt buckle, her tone tinged with mockery: "Could it be that earlier on the rooftop, you and Sun Weiwei already...?"

Lin Yuan hastily shook his head: "No, no..."

Su Monong's other hand braced against Lin Yuan's side, pinning him completely in her embrace, her warm breath falling on his jaw: "Oh really? Then let big sister check..."

Immediately after, Su Monong found herself unable to speak...

Lin Yuan at this moment... cannot be described.

This is what countless men dream of.

But Lin Yuan was worried to death...

He could clearly feel the warmth of Su Monong's fingertip transmitted through the belt, along with the faint cedar scent on her body, wrapped in a sense of oppression...

As expected.

Several minutes later.

Su Monong's pretty face was slightly flushed and annoyed as she glared at Lin Yuan.

"You bastard, still claiming nothing happened with Sun Weiwei? Do you really think I can't smell it?" Su Monong said coldly.

Lin Yuan's body still carried Sun Weiwei's perfume...

and a woman's scent.

Su Monong smelled it.

"Director Su... I..." Lin Yuan didn't know how to explain.

Su Monong's teeth suddenly clenched...

Lin Yuan felt instant pain.

"You bastard, believe it or not, I'll make you cut off your lineage?" Su Monong said coldly.

"No... Director Su, I was wrong..." Lin Yuan pleaded repeatedly.

At this moment he was truly panicked!

You're joking, that's everything he has! Can't be careless!

"Come clean, you and Sun Weiwei were on the rooftop, right……" Su Monong demanded coldly.

Under Su Monong's 'torture', Lin Yuan could only be forced to nod and admit.

"Director Su, I was also forced by Sun Weiwei……" Lin Yuan explained.

"Forced by her? You dog of a man, I can tell you're clearly enjoying it, right? Today, let you know the consequences of playing around!" Su Monong said……

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After another two hours, Lin Yuan only then walked out of Su Monong's office with weak legs.

When he came out, his walking was all wobbly, no way around it, he was completely drained of his soul by the gentle young woman Su Monong……

Lin Yuan still had several rows of tooth marks and strawberry marks on his body, all 'planted' by Su Monong.

Su Monong really is 'both gentle and fiery' to him.

And Su Monong was also lying on the office chair at this time, clothes disheveled, long hair soaked, the blush on her pretty face lingering for a long time……

……

A few days later, it was September 10.

Today is Lin Yuan's birthday.

During the day, Lin Yuan was working at the Su Group office.

As a result, Zhao Yuyan suddenly called.

When the phone just vibrated, Lin Yuan glanced at the caller ID showing "Zhao Yuyan", his fingertip instinctively paused, he hesitated two seconds before sliding to answer, his voice kept low: "Hello."

"Lin Yuan! You didn't forget what day it is today, did you? Today's your birthday!" The voice on the other end was sweet, with a hint of excitement, "Are you free tonight? I booked the rooftop revolving restaurant, let's celebrate your birthday together."

Lin Yuan quickly glanced at the office door, afraid someone would pass by and hear. He deliberately made his tone flat, even a bit tired: "Sorry, Miss Zhao, I have to work overtime at the bar tonight, I'm not free."

"Overtime at the bar?" Zhao Yuyan's voice paused, carrying an unyielding insistence, "Then just skip work, it's only a Goddess Bar, surely they'd let you off for your birthday?"

Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly interrupted her: "No need to trouble yourself, tonight the bar is crowded, I have to take inventory and watch the scene, it's chaotic, I really can't get away."

Zhao Yuyan's tone softened a bit, "How about I treat you to a late-night snack after you get off work at the bar?"

Lin Yuan politely declined: "Really can't, overtime requires coordinating with the bar staff a lot, I can't leave, sorry, Miss Zhao, how about we reschedule the meal for another day?"

After saying that, Lin Yuan hastily hung up the phone.

"Eh."

He really didn't want to get too involved with Zhao Yuyan…… This crazy woman, her actions are too wild. On par with Hong Wenyan, and every time following her brings no good.

So Lin Yuan wanted to avoid her as much as possible……

……

In the evening, after a day's work, Lin Yuan finally could get off work.

He had been busy all day with the campaign for the deputy director of risk control, almost forgetting his own birthday.

After finally getting off work, Lin Yuan finally relaxed, clocked out, and went downstairs together with Su Monong.

The two got into a Mercedes-Benz S600 sedan.

Lin Yuan drove slowly out of the garage……

As the car drove out of the underground garage, the evening glow just spread over, dyeing the sky a pale pink-orange.

The two guards at the entrance were originally leaning by the guardhouse chatting idly.

But just as the Mercedes-Benz car drove out of the garage, suddenly a furious engine roar came from afar of the Su Group!

"Buzz……!" A fiery red Ferrari LaFerrari sped over, roaring!

The guards at the entrance and the off-duty colleagues all had their eyes caught by that flash of red——

That was a red Ferrari LaFerrari, its sleek body lines shimmering in the glow, the prancing horse emblem on the hood especially striking.

"Good heavens! A Ferrari, LaFerrari!" The young guard's voice changed pitch, he hurriedly tugged his colleague's sleeve, "I saw it in a magazine before, it must cost over thirty million on the road, whose car is this?"

The older guard also stared wide-eyed, instinctively stepped forward two steps, then quickly retreated, lowering his voice: "Judging by the license plate, it's definitely a big shot, don't stare."

Lin Yuan also noticed that car, his heart skipped a beat—this color, this model, he was quite familiar with it?

Just as he was about to press the accelerator to continue, he saw the red sports car suddenly stop in front of the Mercedes-Benz.

The sports car door opened, a graceful figure in a burgundy French-style dress stepped out slowly.

Exactly the goddess landlord Lin Yuan had been day and night dreaming of, Qin Bore.

Qin Bore's hair was loosely tied back at the nape, revealing a delicate white neck, two diamond stud earrings hung from her earlobes, scattering fine light in the glow.

The burgundy French-style dress made her skin look especially white, the hem just above the knees, revealing a pair of legs in silver thin high heels, as she walked the hem swayed slightly, giving off a lazy yet sexy vibe.

She held a white velvet gift box in her hand, her fingertips painted with matching nail polish, from afar she looked like a picture washed in the evening glow.

Qin Bore walked up to the Mercedes-Benz and gently tapped on the window.

Lin Yuan opened the door and got out, suspiciously asking, "Miss Qin, why did you come over?"

Qin Bore blinked her beautiful eyes, sweetly smiling, "You forgot? Today is your birthday, I promised to accompany you for your birthday."