Chapter 403: Can you?

Lin Yuan was completely dumbfounded this time, his mind went blank!

He only felt two different temperatures on his lips in succession—left was Zhao Yuyan's lazy softness, right was You Nianchu's urgent, scorching heat.

The surrounding clamor and exclamations surged like a tide, yet he couldn't hear them clearly at all.

After You Nianchu finished kissing, she abruptly let go of Lin Yuan, her cheeks flushed red, yet she still stuck out her neck and glared at Zhao Yuyan:

"I kissed him too! Lin Laoshi didn't push me away! Don't think you can monopolize him!"

Zhao Yuyan raised her eyebrows, just about to speak…

Lin Yuan suddenly stepped back, raised a hand to wipe his lips, his voice full of helplessness with a hint of resentment: "You two, have you had enough?"

His voice wasn't loud, yet it silenced the noisy bar instantly.

You Nianchu's eyes reddened again, but she dared not step forward;

Zhao Yuyan also wiped the smile off her face, staring at Lin Yuan's tense profile, her fingertips lightly stroking, without saying another word.

The surrounding patrons glanced at each other, someone whispered:

"This is too exciting…… two beautiful women fighting over one man, even forcibly kissing him in public……"

Meanwhile, Yu Feng and his lackeys off to the side were completely dumbfounded?!

Holy shit!!

Yu Feng and the others…… stared dumbfounded as You Nianchu kissed Lin Yuan……

The moment You Nianchu tiptoed, pressed Lin Yuan's shoulder, and kissed him……

The yellow-haired lackey was about to exclaim when Yu Feng clapped a hand over his mouth——

The "My mom!" he'd been about to shout was swallowed back, leaving only a muffled "wu-wu" sound.

Yu Feng's eyes were locked on the scene, watching You Nianchu, face flushed, lean in; the instant her lips met Lin Yuan's, he felt his own heart skip a beat.

"You Nianchu…… she actually kissed Lin Laoshi?" The bespectacled lackey's hand trembled, his glasses slipping down his nose with a "pat-pat".

"Isn't she a student in Lin Laoshi's class? This…… this is obviously a teacher-student romance, right?!"

That remark hit like a bombshell, exploding among the few lackeys. The yellow-haired lackey shoved Yu Feng's hand aside, panting, he whispered: "Brother Feng! Did we get it wrong? Lin Laoshi is usually so strict at school, he hardly smiles in class—how could he get involved with his own student……"

Yu Feng was also dumbfounded, stared blankly, unable to utter a word.

You Nianchu and Lin Yuan's secret relationship was indeed confirmed!

This impulsive urge to kiss at a moment's notice—what ordinary teacher-student could have that?

Lin Yuan raised a hand to wipe his lips, his fingertip brushing the lingering warmth, his face sank completely——

The absurdity of being forcibly kissed back‑to‑back by two women, plus the probing gazes of the surrounding patrons, made his pent‑up irritation explode instantly.

"Enough!"

His voice wasn't a shout, yet it carried a chill that cut through the bar's clamor.

You Nianchu's eyes, just reddened, suddenly narrowed; her hand clutching the hem of her clothes tightened instantly;

Zhao Yuyan also wiped the smile from her lips, her fingertip pausing on the rim of her glass, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes—she had never seen Lin Yuan so angry before.

"You Nianchu," Lin Yuan's gaze first fell on her, his voice devoid of warmth, "Have you had enough? How old are you, constantly thinking about love?! I'm your teacher!"

You Nianchu bit her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes, yet she dared not retort——

Lin Yuan's gaze now was too frightening; she couldn't muster the courage to act coquettish, only able to clutch her phone and stagger back two steps.

Next, Lin Yuan turned his head to Zhao Yuyan, his tone still icy: "You too, stop making a fuss—tonight ends here."

Zhao Yuyan raised her eyebrows, but didn't talk back; she simply lifted her cup, took a sip, her gaze flicking over Lin Yuan's tense jawline, and said softly: "Fine, I'll listen to you."

She knew to quit while she was ahead; really angering Lin Yuan would be more loss than gain.

After dealing with the two women, Lin Yuan's gaze suddenly swept toward the bar corner——

Not far away in the shadows, Yu Feng and a few lackeys hadn't run far, still peeking in; that tiny movement couldn't escape his eyes.

"Yu Feng, you guys, get out here."

Yu Feng shuddered all over, almost collapsing to the ground.

The yellow-haired lackey was even more terrified, his legs going weak, nearly kneeling.

Several people shuffled out of the shadows, heads bowed low, not daring to lift their eyelids.

"Lin…… Laoshi……" Yu Feng's voice trembled, his fingers clenched tight in his pant seam, cold sweat trickling down his back.

Lin Yuan stepped forward two paces, looking down at them; the oppressive pressure in his gaze made them afraid to breathe loudly.

"Just now, how much of what happened inside did you see?"

Yu Feng hurriedly shook his head, his head wobbling like a rattle drum: "No…… I didn't see much! I just…… saw you handling things, nothing else!"

He didn't dare say he'd seen the whole forced‑kiss scene, let alone mention the "teacher‑student romance" bit.

Lin Yuan gave a cold snort, his tone laced with menace: "Best you saw nothing. I warn you, nothing you saw or heard tonight may leave this bar—not a word. If I find out you've been spreading rumors, or taken them to the school……"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over their ashen faces, and said word by word: "I'll just throw you into the Qiantang River to feed the fish."

As soon as he said that, Yu Feng and the others were terrified out of their wits.

Yu Feng went "plop" and knelt, kowtowing and shouting: "Lin Laoshi! We absolutely dare not speak! Not a single word! Rest assured! Our lips are tighter than a seal!"

The yellow-haired lackey and the bespectacled one also dropped to their knees, kowtowing repeatedly, shouting nonstop: "We dare not speak!" "Please spare us, Brother Lin!"

Lin Yuan looked at their sorry state, said nothing, just waved his hand: "Scram."

That single "scram" made them feel as if they'd received a great pardon.

Yu Feng scrambled up, dragging two lackeys, stumbled away, not daring to look back, fearing Lin Yuan might change his mind.

Lin Yuan finished his last sip of wine, then rose and left the bar.

Zhao Yuyan and You Nianchu the two women also hurried out after him.

You Nianchu leaned against the door of her Audi RS7, quickly stepped forward: "Lin Laoshi! I've been waiting for you ages! I'll drive you home! My car's chassis is stable—driving at night is far safer than taking a taxi!"

No sooner had she finished than the window of the neighboring BMW M8 slid down; Zhao Yuyan's voice, tinged with lazy amusement, said: "Lin Yuan, I live in Chengxi, just two streets from your complex—on my way I can drop you off, much simpler than taking a detour."

"Zhao Yuyan, don't snatch!" You Nianchu immediately glared at her, "Lin Laoshi is my school's teacher; it's only natural for me to give him a ride!"

"What does it have to do with identity if it's on the way?" Zhao Yuyan raised an eyebrow, opened the car door and stepped out, "Besides, Lin Yuan might not want to ride in your car."

The two were about to argue again, but Lin Yuan pulled out a set of silver keys from his coat pocket and walked to his bicycle parked in the corner.

"No need, I'll ride back myself." Lin Yuan mounted the bicycle, gave the kickstand a light push, and the bike stood steady on the ground.

You Nianchu froze, pointing at the bicycle, her voice full of disbelief: "Lin Laoshi? It's so late, you're riding a bicycle? Isn't that dangerous on the road?"

Zhao Yuyan also furrowed her brows, walked to his side: "At least let us give you a ride to the residential complex gate—surely we deserve that much face?"

Lin Yuan shook his head, gave a light push with his foot, and the bicycle slid forward half a meter: "Really, no need. You go back; I ride slow, just right to sober up."

As soon as his words fell, he heard the sound of a car starting behind him—

Turning his head, he saw You Nianchu already back in her Audi, Zhao Yuyan had gotten into her BMW, and the two cars followed him one after the other.

"Lin Yuan, you ride your bike; we'll accompany you for safety," Zhao Yuyan said.

The two cars crept along at extremely low speed, their headlights softly illuminating the rear wheel of his bicycle—neither glaring nor obscuring the road ahead.

Lin Yuan sighed helplessly, but did not turn back to stop them.

The night breeze brushed his cheeks, carrying a hint of early autumn chill, and his bicycle's chain emitted a faint "clack"…

Behind him, two million-yuan luxury cars followed slowly, forming an especially eye-catching sight in the night.

……

Half an hour later, Lin Yuan rode his bicycle to the front of Shidai Gongyu Lou.

When the bicycle stopped at the residential complex entrance, the BMW and Audi behind also came to a gradual stop.

The moment the headlights went out, You Nianchu and Zhao Yuyan almost simultaneously opened the car doors and stepped out.

The early autumn night breeze carried a hint of chill, making You Nianchu's beige dress sway slightly; she quickly walked to Lin Yuan's side and reached out to help him carry his bicycle:

"Lin Laoshi, let me help you carry the bike up! Which floor do you live on? Is there an elevator?"

Lin Yuan hastily moved the bicycle aside to avoid her hand: "No need, I can handle it myself; you guys go back."

As he spoke, he bent over to fold the bicycle; his fingertips had just touched the frame when Zhao Yuyan approached and placed one hand on the handlebars.

Zhao Yuyan's tone carried a hint of unwillingness to accept refusal: "Don't be so distant—I drank too much water in the car earlier; I might as well use your bathroom. I can't be expected to look for a public restroom in the residential area, can I?"

"I'm thirsty too!" You Nianchu immediately chimed in, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Lin Yuan: "Lin Laoshi, may I come up for a sip of water? Just one sip, and I'll leave right after!"

Lin Yuan watched the two women, each fabricating excuses, his temples throbbing—

He should have realized earlier that these two could invent any excuse just to follow him.

But Zhao Yuyan's excuse of "using the bathroom" was truly impossible to refuse.

You Nianchu again put on a pitiful expression, and he could only sigh:

"You can stay only five minutes—finish your water, use the bathroom, then leave."

"Okay!" You Nianchu nodded immediately, quicker than anyone.

Zhao Yuyan curled the corner of her lip, said nothing, but stepped ahead toward the unit building entrance, clearly confident that Lin Yuan wouldn't really drive her away.

Lin Yuan pushed the folded bicycle behind him; when entering the elevator, You Nianchu hurried to press the floor button.

Zhao Yuyan leaned against the elevator wall, her gaze sweeping over Lin Yuan's dust‑stained coat, and she said softly: "Next time be careful when riding—your coat got dirty."

You Nianchu immediately stepped forward, reaching out to pat his coat: "Let me brush it clean! Lin Laoshi, do you usually bike to work? From now on I'll drive you—much more convenient than cycling."

"No need." Lin Yuan sidestepped to avoid her hand.

The elevator chimed "ding" upon reaching the floor; he hurriedly pushed the bicycle out, just wanting to quickly end their excuses.

As the apartment door opened, You Nianchu almost stepped in on Lin Yuan's heels, her eyes swiftly scanning the living room—

Just as Lin Yuan leaned his bicycle against the doorway, he heard You Nianchu's voice from the kitchen: "Lin Laoshi, do you have any fruit juice? Plain water is a bit bland…"

Immediately after, the bathroom door opened and Zhao Yuyan walked out, wiping her hands: "Your hand soap smells nice—what brand is it?"

"You two, stop rummaging through my stuff and respect my privacy." Lin Yuan, speechless, reminded them.

At that moment, You Nianchu was searching for drinks in the kitchen. She opened the cabinet door and rummaged, then suddenly exclaimed "ya"—

On the top shelf sat a clay wine jar, its mouth sealed with red cloth, and a handwritten label reading "Homemade Rice Wine" was attached.

"Lin Laoshi, you still make homemade rice wine?" You Nianchu stood on tiptoe, lifted the jar down, pulled off the red cloth, and the sweet, clean aroma instantly filled the kitchen.

The amber liquid swayed in the jar, looking enticing.

You Nianchu said, "It smells so good!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Yuyan emerged from the bathroom, twitched her nose, hurried to the kitchen doorway, and her eyes brightened: "Wow, you hid it deep—this rice wine smells authentic, far better than store‑bought."

Zhao Yuyan reached for the jar, saying, "Let me have a taste, to see if it's really as intoxicating as you said."

"I found it first! I'll taste first!" You Nianchu hurriedly clasped the jar to her chest, her other hand rummaging in the cabinet for two glasses, filled them to the brim, the liquid trailing down the sides, and said, "Lin Laoshi, have a cup too? Relieve your fatigue."

Without waiting for Lin Yuan's reply, Zhao Yuyan snatched a cup, tilted her head back, took a sip, narrowed her eyes: "Mm, sweet but not cloying, the kick is strong—indeed a good thing." She then went to pour a second cup.

You Nianchu panicked, quickly held the remaining cup in her hand, and topped off her own glass with half a cup, fearing Zhao Yuyan would gulp it all: "Drink less! This is Lin Laoshi's brew—I haven't had enough yet!"

"Who's fighting you over it?" Zhao Yuyan raised an eyebrow, grabbed the jar and poured directly into her cup: "Lin Yuan never said only you could drink—what's wrong with me having more?"

The two women—one clutching the jar, the other guarding her cup—took turns gulping, the sweet aroma mingling with their squabble as it drifted into the living room.

Lin Yuan stood at the doorway, watching this scene, and it was clear as day—

These two weren't thirsty or just wanting water; they clearly knew the rice wine was potent, deliberately grabbing it to drink, waiting to get drunk so they could find an excuse to stay overnight!

"Stop drinking—although the alcohol content is low, the after‑kick is strong and it's easy to get drunk." Lin Yuan stepped forward to take the jar, but You Nianchu dodged him.

"No problem! I can hold my liquor!" You Nianchu swirled her cup, a few drops splashed out, her cheeks already flushed with a faint blush: "Lin Laoshi, if I get drunk tonight I might not be able to leave—could I…"