Chapter 565: The Pitiful Yin Yirou

After reacting, Lin Yuan immediately turned his head.

He shoved Yin Yirou away with force, his tone somewhat grave: "Forensic Doctor Yin! Calm down!"

Yin Yirou, shoved back, staggered two steps, leaning against the wall… before she steadied herself.

Seeing Lin Yuan's resistant gaze, Yin Yirou's beautiful eyes instantly reddened.

Her tears welled up suddenly, streaming down her cheeks: "Why… can't you try to accept me? I really… really like you…"

Looking at Yin Yirou's tearful, rain‑like appearance, and hearing her choked plea.

Lin Yuan's heart softened instantly.

The previous solemnity and urgency faded.

Lin Yuan sighed.

His tone softened considerably: "Forensic Doctor Yin, it's not that I don't want to; we simply can't be together. We're unsuitable—I'm not a good man, unworthy of you. You're outstanding; you deserve someone better."

"No! I don't want someone better—I want you!" Yin Yirou shook her head violently, tears falling even harder.

The tear tracks on her cheeks mixed with still‑wet liquor, making her look especially pitiful.

She simply wouldn't listen to Lin Yuan's persuasion…

Taking advantage of the moment Lin Yuan's heart softened and he relaxed.

Yin Yirou rushed forward again, quick‑stepping, tiptoeing…

Lin Yuan struggled a bit, wanting to push her away.

But Yin Yirou held him too tight; her jade arms actively wrapped around his neck.

She murmured intermittently: "Lin Yuan… I like you… sorry… I can't control myself… I'm drunk… don't blame me…"

Warm tears streamed down Yin Yirou's cheeks.

Tears dripped onto the back of Lin Yuan's hand, carrying a scalding heat.

As if they would sear into his heart.

Gazing at Yin Yirou's red‑rimmed, weeping eyes, her slightly trembling lashes, and that stubborn yet humble devotion.

Lin Yuan was helpless.

He closed his eyes…

People outside had already entered the restroom; footsteps, door opening/closing, and water sounds were clearly audible, as if right beside his ear.

The person outside seemed to be Mu Lingxue?

Yin Yirou heard Mu Lingxue enter another stall, then send a voice WeChat message to someone, apparently discussing work.

In this tense, ambiguous atmosphere, Yin Yirou lifted her head, gazing at Lin Yuan, who was right before her.

【The following scene is not suitable for description】

……

Just then, Lin Yuan's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

Lin Yuan's body stiffened instantly, and he hastily withdrew from Yin Yirou's kiss.

Lin Yuan frantically pulled out his phone from his pocket; the screen lit up.

It was a WeChat message from Mu Lingxue: "Have you finished in the restroom? I'm waiting for you outside. Let's go into the private room together. Have a little less to drink later."

Seeing the message, Lin Yuan's heart rate shot up to his throat instantly.

He subconsciously glanced at Yin Yirou beside him.

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, guessing Mu Lingxue had heard his words and already turned back to the private room.

"Hah…" Lin Yuan leaned against the wall, gasping heavily, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Beside him, Yin Yirou watched his nervous expression; her sense of grievance deepened, yet she also knew how dangerous the recent events had been, so she dared not press forward again.

The two stood locked in place for a full five minutes.

After confirming there was no sign of Mu Lingxue in the hallway and hearing no further sound.

Only then did Lin Yuan slightly relax.

He looked at Yin Yirou, his tone tinged with helplessness: "What just happened ends here. Calm down, don't act recklessly again."

Yin Yirou lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, fingertips whitening, silent and speechless.

Only her shoulders trembled slightly, obviously still upset.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan couldn't bear to scold her further, merely sighing: "Come on, let's return to the private room so no one gets suspicious."

Having said that, Lin Yuan took the lead, striding toward the private room at the end of the hallway.

Yet his steps still felt unsteady, showing he hadn't fully recovered from the earlier panic.

Yin Yirou stood there a moment, vigorously wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

He took a deep breath, striving to calm his emotions.

After Lin Yuan entered, a few minutes passed before Yin Yirou slowly made her way toward the private room.

Just as she stepped into the private room.

Yin Yirou instinctively avoided Mu Lingxue's gaze, taking a seat in a corner.

She kept her head down, silent throughout, no longer displaying her former gentle demeanor.

After much waiting, the banquet finally ended…

LiJiuzhe originally intended to arrange someone to send the three back to the hotel.

Mu Lingxue politely declined, saying she had driven herself and could return conveniently.

Afterward, the three left Ganjiang Lou together, heading toward the hotel.

The car interior was unusually quiet.

Lin Yuan leaned against the passenger seat, eyes closed to rest, his mind repeatedly replaying the scene at the restroom door, his thoughts in turmoil;

Yin Yirou sat in the back seat, her head resting against the car window, gazing emptily at the fleeting night scenery outside, saying nothing.

Mu Lingxue, meanwhile, focused on driving, occasionally glancing at the two through the rearview mirror, merely thinking they were tired from drinking too much, and didn't think further.

……

After Lin Yuan and Mu Lingxue returned to the room, Mu Lingxue went to wash up first.

Lin Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, just about to calm his emotions.

Then Mu Lingxue came out in her pajamas, holding a bottle of bruise‑relieving ointment. She said, "The wound on your back isn't healed yet; let me give you another massage and apply some more ointment so you'll recover faster."

Mu Lingxue walked to the bedside and sat down, her voice so gentle it was almost unreal.

……

Meanwhile, in the single room next door.

Yin Yirou sat alone on the bedside, the room unlit, only the weak moonlight seeping in from outside, stretching her shadow long.

The spacious room was eerily quiet, nothing left but her slightly hurried breathing.

Tears slid silently from the corners of her eyes, soaking the pillowcase.

But she was ultimately unwilling to accept it.

Late at night, Yin Yirou, tears streaming down, sent a WeChat message to Lin Yuan……

Yin Yirou: 【Lin Yuan, can I…… talk with you?】