Chapter 452: Lin Yueru

"Ouch, stop shoving, stop shoving!"

Those who kept pushing and shoving were, without exception, sent flying by a rebound force, falling to the ground and wailing incessantly.

"Everyone, are you alright?"

Liu Liu Jinyuan hurriedly dismounted to check on the injuries of the fallen commoners.

Although he was somewhat annoyed by the relentless entanglement of these commoners, he was even less willing to see them get hurt because of it.

"Top Graduate, it was all that brat's doing; he seems to know sorcery!"

One of the commoners pointed angrily at Lin Fan and said.

"One cannot speak of ice to a summer insect, nor of the sea to a frog in a well—ignorant and foolish!"

It was clearly they who had crowded around to collide with Lin Fan, yet they were the ones making false accusations. However, Lin Fan shook his head and prepared to leave with Zhao Zhao Linger; he couldn't be bothered to argue with them—they were merely ants.

"This young master, I apologize to you on behalf of the commoners. It was only an unintentional mistake; I hope you can forgive them!"

"Oh? You didn't collide with us, so why apologize for them?"

"An old saying goes: 'I did not kill Boren, yet Boren died because of me.' Today's events arose because of Liu Jinyuan, so it is naturally Liu Jinyuan's fault. It is only right that Liu Jinyuan should apologize to you!"

Liu Liu Jinyuan bowed to Lin Fan and then spoke in a gentle and refined manner.

No wonder Li Li Xiaoyao found Liu Liu Jinyuan so unpleasant when he first met him; was it perhaps out of inferiority?

A young hoodlum with no learning or insight meets a gentle, jade-like, and erudite Top Graduate—the gap between them could not be spoken of in the same breath. It was this inferiority, combined with jealousy, that led to his harsh words toward Liu Liu Jinyuan. But did Li Li Xiaoyao already like Zhao Linger back then?

"No need. They couldn't collide with me anyway. Top Graduate, don't let this matter ruin your mood for the parade. Zhao Linger, let's go."

Lin Fan nodded slightly. He wouldn't feel inferior like Li Li Xiaoyao; after all, he possessed the Ouyang Mingri template—he knew everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to astronomy and geography. Moreover, in this world, one ultimately had to rely on force; having big fists was the hard truth.

"Brother Lin Fan, that Top Graduate just now was quite polite!"

"Indeed, a humble gentleman, gentle as jade—that describes him perfectly."

"Zhao Linger thought Brother Lin Fan would be angry if I praised that Top Graduate!"

"How could I be? I have confidence in myself, and even more confidence in you!"

"Heehee, Brother Lin Fan, Zhao Linger wants to eat a candied hawthorn!"

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Zhao Zhao Linger happily took his arm and acted coquettishly.

"Alright, I'll buy you one right now. Hmm?"

Lin Fan naturally wouldn't refuse Zhao Zhao Linger, so he led her to the vendor selling candied hawthorns and reached out to take one. Unexpectedly, someone else reached out at the same time, and both their hands grasped the same skewer.

Lin Fan turned his head and discovered it was that woman, Lin Yueru. He had been too busy flirting with Zhao Linger to notice her approaching.

"Let go!"

Seeing her hand touch that of a handsome young master, Lin Yueru felt a moment of shyness, but it vanished in an instant. She then glared at Lin Fan and spoke.

"You were the one who grabbed my hand!"

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at her. As expected of you, Lin Yueru, truly willful and arrogant. You were the one who came later, yet you have the audacity to tell me to let go.

But being willful is fine; I like your unyielding nature. I hope you can be this willful in bed as well.

"I don't care. In this Suzhou City, others have always yielded to me, Lin Yueru; I have never yielded to anyone."

"Brother Lin Fan, forget it. Zhao Linger doesn't want this skewer anymore; let's pick another one!"

Zhao Zhao Linger didn't want Lin Fan to get into a conflict, so she tried to persuade him.

Lin Fan, he is Lin Fan—what a coincidence! Hearing Zhao Zhao Linger's address, Lin Yueru's eyes lit up. She had known Lin Fan was arriving in Suzhou City today and had come out specifically to find him, never expecting to run into him directly.

Thinking of this, Lin Yueru couldn't help but grip the skewer even tighter.

"I'll let you have this one, let go!"

Lin Fan shook his head helplessly and spoke to Lin Yueru with a huff.

"Ah? Oh!"

Lin Yueru was stunned for a moment, then released her hand.

"Hmm?"

Lin Fan looked at Lin Yueru in surprise, because when he went to take another skewer, that woman Lin Yueru grabbed his hand again.

"You touched that one, I don't want it!"

Seeing Lin Fan's puzzled gaze, Lin Yueru said with an arrogant expression.

"But I touched this one too!"

"I insist on this one!"

Facing Lin Fan's questioning, Lin Yueru felt a bit lacking in confidence, but she still pretended to be calm as she spoke.

"Then I'll let you have it, I'll pick another one!"

Lin Fan signaled for Lin Yueru to let go, intending to yield this one to her as well, but when he went to take a third one, Lin Yueru reached out again.

Even the good-tempered Zhao Zhao Linger now realized that Lin Yueru was deliberately looking for trouble.

"What are you looking at? I changed my mind again!"

Facing the unfriendly gazes of Lin Fan and Zhao Zhao Linger, Lin Yueru's voice went from loud to soft, becoming as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"I'll let you change your mind, I'll let you change your mind!"

Lin Fan directly lifted his knee, placed Lin Yueru over it, and began spanking her bottom.

"Lin Fan, you lecher, let me go!"

Lin Yueru struggled desperately, but how could she break free from Lin Fan's restraint? Soon, she was beaten until her whole body felt weak, and she even began to feel strange, so she hurriedly shouted out loud.

"How did you know my name?"

Lin Fan stopped his hand and asked curiously.

"She called you Brother Lin Fan, am I deaf? Let me go, you hooligan!"

"Fine, then say 'Brother Lin Fan, I was wrong,' and I'll let you go!"

"In your dreams! You want me to say something so disgusting? I won't submit! I am the eldest miss of the Lin Family Fort; if you dare treat me like this, my father won't let you off!"

"Lin Family Fort, Lin Tiannan—is he very impressive?"

Lin Fan curled his lip in disdain. Bullying Li Li Xiaoyao is one thing, but trying to show off in front of me is far from enough.

"Is Lin so beneath the young master's notice? Then I must ask for some pointers!"

Suddenly, a male voice came, and a middle-aged man attacked Lin Fan. Lin Fan executed the Tathagata Palm, forcing him back with a single strike.

The middle-aged man immediately drew his sword and attacked again. Lin Fan held Lin Yueru's waist with his right hand while using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with his left. The palms roared with the sound of dragons, and eighteen golden dragons soared up and down with peerless power, forcing Lin Tiannan to retreat step by step.

Lin Tiannan, at the late Nascent Soul stage, could bully Li Li Xiaoyao, who had only just begun cultivating, but he couldn't bully Lin Fan.

"Seven-Verse Sword Qi!"

"Shocking the Hundred Miles!"

The sword qi and dragon shadows collided, creating a heaven-shaking explosion. A light shield appeared around Lin Fan, preventing even the dust from touching him. As for Lin Tiannan, he was covered in the sky-filling dust, his fate unknown.

"Father! Lin Fan, you bastard!"

Lin Yueru's expression changed drastically, and she bit down hard on Lin Fan's arm.

"What an impatient one!"

Lin Fan waved his hand, and the dust cleared. Lin Tiannan stood in place, completely unharmed, though he looked somewhat disheveled and embarrassed.