Chapter 387: Beautiful Teacher and Campus Belle

Her voice carried allure: "Last night was so fun, I haven't had enough... Besides, do you not like how I look in my work attire?"

Lin Yuan could feel her body's softness, and the warmth beneath her work attire fabric.

His heart rate instantly quickened, as his earlier reason gradually gave way to stirred feelings.

Seeing he no longer refused, Fei Fanjin's fingers continued downward, lightly tugging his tie...

She pulled his body slightly back, then leaned herself against the desk.

She gazed at him with a hazy look: "I know you might not be ready to date me yet. But it's fine; we don't have to be lovers."

Her fingertip lightly brushed Lin Yuan's cheek, her tone tinged with obstinacy and a hint of humility:

"I may not get your feelings, but I must have you, and I must make you remember me."

As her words fell, Fei Fanjin slightly rose on her toes and pressed her lips directly onto his.

Carrying the distinctive cool fragrance of a professional woman, yet mixed with an irresistible passion.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes, raised a hand to support her waist, feeling the delicate skin beneath her work attire, and the obsession and persistence in her kiss.

In such a secluded space at the company, with her capable yet alluring work attire as a backdrop, this ambiguity was even harder to resist than last night.

Fei Fanjin's hand slid down Lin Yuan's shirt, lightly unfastening his belt buckle.

Her movements were bold and practiced, her eyes full of infatuation: "In the office today, let me attend to you well, okay?"

Lin Yuan didn't reply, merely tightening his arms to hold her closer.

Only breathing sounds remained in the office, plus the occasional soft rustle of scattered paper.

The blinds sliced sunlight into fragments that fell upon their silhouettes, so tender.

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday.

Lin Yuan's main job finally had a day off.

Working at Su Group, this is good—he enjoys a double-day-off arrangement.

Statutory holiday rests also follow the civil service system, making this vacation benefit quite humane.

Today, Saturday, Lin Yuan had to go to Zhijiang University for class again.

Every weekend, teaching Chinese medicine at Zhijiang University and earning extra income had become part of his life.

After waking early and washing up, Lin Yuan changed into a light gray casual outfit.

He grabbed a canvas bag, went downstairs, scanned a Meituan bicycle, then rode it to Zhijiang University.

As he arrived at Zhijiang University on his bicycle, youthful laughter drifted on the breeze, giving the air a bit more vitality.

Lin Yuan, familiar with the way, turned into the School of Medicine's teaching building and went to the third-floor Office of Chinese Medicine Teachers.

He sat in the office and first prepared lessons for half an hour.

When the time came, Lin Yuan then picked up his teaching materials and headed to the classroom.

He walked along the familiar route toward the Medical School's teaching building.

Upon reaching the classroom door, Lin Yuan discovered the room was already packed full.

Even the hallway had many students standing, some had brought small stools, others simply leaned against the walls, all clutching notebooks, eyes full of anticipation.

He gently pushed the door open; the classroom instantly fell silent, all eyes turning toward him.

Immediately followed a burst of enthusiastic applause, and students softly shouted "Hello, Lin Laoshi," their voices betraying undisguised excitement.

Lin Yuan smiled, nodded in response, walked to the podium, and set down his lesson preparation book.

His gaze swept the classroom, and he soon spotted You Nianchu in the first row.

She wore a simple white T-shirt, hair tied in a ponytail, her open notebook already filled with a few lines of preview notes; seeing Lin Yuan look over, she lightly waved.

Lin Yuan hastily averted his gaze.

You Nianchu, this girl, is at it again.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept the classroom again, and he saw a familiar woman.

She had a gentle demeanor with a hint of unapproachable aloofness—none other than the president's daughter, Du Wanhe.

Why is Du Wanhe here too?

She's already a teacher, yet she's come to sit in on the class.

Lin Yuan felt helpless.

Du Wanhe sensed Lin Yuan's gaze, lifted her head to glance at him, not showing the enthusiasm of other students, merely giving a slight nod.

Lin Yuan cleared his throat, "Alright, let's begin class; today we'll cover the basics of Chinese medicine theory."

At that moment, a bespectacled male student in the first row raised his hand, tone tinged with curious interruption: "Lin Laoshi, wait a moment! We have a question we want to ask you!"

Lin Yuan paused his action: "What question?"

The male student immediately chimed in, raising his voice slightly: "Lin Laoshi, are you and the economics department's campus belle, You Nianchu, really as everyone says? A teacher-student romance?!"

As soon as he spoke, the classroom erupted; students chimed in, all eyes turning toward You Nianchu seated in the first row.

You Nianchu's eyes were deep and mysterious; she sat in her chair, offered no explanation, merely pursed her red lips and gazed at Lin Yuan with a teasing look.

She seemed to be deliberately watching Lin Yuan make a fool of himself.

Lin Yuan hadn't expected the students to directly bring up the topic; momentarily speechless, he opened his mouth but didn't know how to explain.

Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by embarrassment...

Du Wanhe, seated in the back row, suddenly spoke, her voice clear and tinged with seriousness, instantly silencing the classroom's clamor:

"Classmates, please quiet down for a moment."

The students turned to look at Du Wanhe; as the school's beautiful psychology professor, she usually carried a gentle yet unquestionable aura, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Du Wanhe set down the pen in her hand, her gaze sweeping over the entire room:

We came to class to learn knowledge, not to discuss unrelated rumors. You Nianchu is a student who attracts attention at school, but she is first and foremost Lin Laoshi's student; normal teacher-student interaction doesn't need overinterpretation.

Du Wanhe paused, then softened her tone:

Besides, the school has clear rules that teacher-student relationships cannot go beyond academic guidance. Instead of guessing about these baseless things, everyone should focus on Lin Laoshi's class—after all, her Chinese medicine lectures aren't always available.

Her words were reasonable and well-founded, pointing out the teacher-student boundary while implying the rumors were unfounded.

The students glanced at each other, no one dared to cause a disturbance, and they all lowered their heads to read their textbooks.

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, gave Du Wanhe a grateful look, then picked up the chalk and turned to write on the blackboard:

Alright, let's get back to the topic. Today we'll first discuss the Yin-Yang Five Elements theory of Chinese medicine—please turn to page twenty-three of the textbook...

Du Wanhe, sitting in the back row of the classroom, watched Lin Yuan lecturing calmly on the podium, then glanced at You Nianchu in the front row, whose face was still flushed.

She lightly tapped her notebook with her fingertip, a fleeting hint of deep meaning flashing in her eyes.

Actually, she also harbored some doubts about the relationship between Lin Yuan and You Nianchu.

Teacher-student romance?

Lin Yuan, do you really have a relationship with You Nianchu?

In the following lessons, whenever Lin Yuan finished explaining a knowledge point, You Nianchu would always be the first to raise her hand and ask a question.

The school belle You Nianchu's earnest attitude toward studying was simply too professional.

Sometimes she asked about the application of adding or subtracting ingredients in herbal formulas.

Sometimes she asked about techniques for locating acupoints, staying so focused that her eyes never left Lin Yuan and the textbook...

That earnestness made the neighboring students unable to resist whispering, "The school belle isn't just pretty—she studies incredibly hard!"

When the class-ending bell rang, Lin Yuan announced: "That's it for today's class, everyone. See you next time."

Before the students could even tidy up their belongings, You Nianchu had already clutched her notebook and hurried to the podium, stopping Lin Yuan, who was busy gathering his lesson plans.

"Professor Lin, I still have a question I'd like to ask you." You Nianchu blinked her beautiful eyes and continued stepping forward to ask:

"When you were talking about the meridians earlier, you mentioned that the lung meridian corresponds to the metal element among the Five Phases. Could you explain that again?" She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of eagerness to learn.

Lin Yuan stopped what he was doing, about to speak, when he saw Du Wanhe walking over from the back row, holding a Chinese medicine classic—apparently also coming to find him.

Du Wanhe stopped two steps away from them.

Du Wanhe raised her hand, about to greet Lin Yuan.

You Nianchu, seemingly unaware of her, continued: "And also, Professor Lin, you said the Taiyuan point on the lung meridian is a meeting point of the pulse; I can't quite remember its exact location—could you demonstrate it again?"

As she spoke, she proactively extended her wrist, indicating for Lin Yuan to point out the acupoint's location.

Lin Yuan, helpless, could only first take her wrist and press his fingertip into the depression on the outer side of the wrist crease:

"Right here; pressing it creates a sore, distended feeling, and massaging for about a minute each time is sufficient."

You Nianchu immediately followed suit, using her other hand to press her own wrist while asking as she pressed: "Is this the spot? Why do I feel the soreness not obvious—is my pressure insufficient?"

Just as Lin Yuan was about to advise her on adjusting the pressure, he caught sight of Du Wanhe standing nearby out of the corner of his eye.

Du Wanhe still held that classic in her hand, her gaze resting on the page without opening it—evidently waiting for them to finish.

Lin Yuan felt a bit apologetic, about to speak and greet Du Wanhe...

As a result, You Nianchu asked again: "Professor Lin, besides pressing the Taiyuan point for qi deficiency, are there any other recommended acupoints? For example, points on the spleen meridian? After all, the spleen is the source of qi and blood production..."

Her questions came one after another, spoken rapidly, giving Lin Yuan no chance to interject; the whole crowd gathered around him, almost blocking his view of Du Wanhe.

Du Wanhe stood where she was, glanced at the earnestly questioning You Nianchu, then at the Lin Yuan being besieged, lightly rubbed the cover of the classic with her fingers, and finally let out a soft sigh.

As a proper teacher, she actually couldn't compete with a student?

Du Wanhe turned and walked toward the classroom door, her steps light, attracting no one's notice.

Lin Yuan watched her retreating back, a hint of guilt welling up inside him, but You Nianchu's next question pulled his attention back: "Professor Lin, what's wrong? Did I ask too much?"

He quickly withdrew his gaze, shook his head: "No, you're asking very well. Let's continue talking about the spleen meridian's acupoints..."

At noon, Du Wanhe returned to the office.

She hesitated over her phone screen for half a minute before sending Lin Yuan a WeChat message: "Are you free at noon? I'd like to consult you about some questions in the Chinese medicine classic, and maybe grab a meal together."

After sending the message, she stared at the screen waiting for a reply, unconsciously tapping her fingertips on the desk, not even feeling like flipping through the lesson preparation materials on the table.

A couple of minutes later, Lin Yuan's message popped up: "Sorry, I'm already in the cafeteria; let's do it another time."

Du Wanhe saw the words "already in the cafeteria," felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment, yet still picked up her coat and stood up.

She hadn't eaten lunch either, so she thought she might as well go to the cafeteria to see if she could catch Lin Yuan for a few words.

The cafeteria was bustling with people coming and going, the aroma of food permeating the air.

As Du Wanhe stepped through the main door, her eyes unconsciously swept across the tables, quickly settling on a spot by the window.

Lin Yuan was seated there, wearing a simple white shirt, with a set meal of two meat dishes and one vegetable before him.

But a stunning girl sat opposite Lin Yuan—none other than the school belle, You Nianchu.

Du Wanhe's steps halted, and an indescribable feeling surged in her heart...

She had just been wondering how Lin Yuan could have gotten to the cafeteria so quickly—turns out he was brought there by You Nianchu again.

She stood not far away, watching their interaction, her brows subtly knitting together.

You Nianchu leaned her body slightly forward, almost touching the table edge, holding chopsticks, and was saying something to Lin Yuan...

The little girl's mouth curled with a smile, her eyes sparkling bright—one could tell she was deeply engaged in the conversation.

You Nianchu's long hair hung over her shoulders, swaying lightly with her speech, occasionally brushing against Lin Yuan's arm resting on the table...

Lin Yuan seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by You Nianchu's next words.

What concerned Du Wanhe even more was that You Nianchu, after picking up a piece of vegetables from her own plate with her chopsticks, fixed her eyes on the braised pork in Lin Yuan's plate.

Without waiting for Lin Yuan to react, she directly snatched a piece with her chopsticks, popped it into her mouth, and said with a smile: "Professor Lin, your braised pork looks more fragrant than mine—indeed, the chef on the cafeteria's second floor makes it tastier."

Lin Yuan helplessly pushed his plate toward her: "If you like it, take more—I can't eat all this."

You Nianchu immediately took another piece, her motion so natural it seemed as if they'd been getting along for a long time, completely oblivious to the curious glances from nearby students.

The gossipy meaning in those looks was clear to Du Wanhe; evidently Lin Yuan's rumor was about to spread again in the cafeteria.

Du Wanhe gripped her tray tightly, and the jealousy in her heart surged like a tide.

She recalled ten years ago, when she had just entered Zhijiang University as a freshman, Lin Yuan, at night, was still a student at the school.

As the two top scorers in the school's college entrance exam, they shared a rumor……

That was the only time in Du Wanhe's life she had ever been linked with someone in a rumor, and also the only time she had ever felt a flutter……

But later Lin dropped out of school, and that flutter was buried deep in her heart.

Now Lin Yuan has returned; she originally wanted to find an opportunity to get more contact with him……

But unexpectedly, You Nianchu, this just‑of‑age little girl, got ahead of her and even brazenly got close to him.

"How could I just let it be taken like that?" Du Wanhe muttered to herself.

She suppressed her displeasure, held her tray, and walked firmly toward that table.

Lin Yuan was explaining to You Nianchu the principle of "medicine and food share the same source" in traditional Chinese medicine when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure approaching; he looked up and saw it was Du Wanhe.

Lin Yuan froze for a moment: "Du Laoshi? You're also coming to the cafeteria to eat?"

Upon hearing the three words "Du Laoshi," You Nianchu instinctively sat up straighter, her gaze toward Du Wanhe gaining a hint of wariness, yet she still politely smiled and said, "Hello, Du Laoshi."

Du Wanhe didn't look at You Nianchu; her gaze fell on Lin Yuan, a faint smile on her face, but she said firmly, "There just happens to be no seat—do you mind if I sit here?"

"No problem." Lin Yuan replied just then.

But You Nianchu immediately retorted: "I mind…… Du Laoshi, I and Lin Laoshi are discussing traditional Chinese medicine academic matters…… I don't want to be disturbed~"

This, the atmosphere instantly became awkward.