{Chapter: 93 Yan Ruyue's Bedroom!}
Seeing her mother appear, Yan Ruyue's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She instinctively averted her gaze after a quick glance at her mother, her heartbeat quickening.
Lin Yuan, on the other hand, remained composed, his expression calm and unreadable.
Song Xuan, upon seeing Lin Yuan carrying her daughter in a princess hold, was momentarily stunned. However, the initial surprise quickly faded, and the corners of her lips curled into a knowing smile. She chose to remain silent, deliberately turning a blind eye to the situation.
"Mom… I… I sprained my ankle," Yan Ruyue explained awkwardly, feeling a little flustered.
She wasn't sure what her mother would think upon witnessing this scene.
"It's alright. A sprained ankle is no small matter—you naturally wouldn't be able to walk properly," Song Xuan responded with a light chuckle. Then, glancing at Lin Yuan, she added, "Xiao Yuan is very kind to have brought you home like this. I appreciate it."
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she continued, "By the way, Yue'er's bedroom is upstairs. Xiao Yuan, could I trouble you to carry her up?"
"Ah?! Mom…" Yan Ruyue's blush deepened upon hearing her mother's suggestion.
"You're not a child anymore," Song Xuan said matter-of-factly. "I can't carry you myself, and I can't just let you sleep on the couch. Since Xiao Yuan is already holding you, it shouldn't be a problem for him to take you upstairs, right?"
She then turned to Lin Yuan and gave him a gentle smile, her tone full of gratitude.
Lin Yuan remained unfazed. "I don't mind. What does Miss Yan think?" He lowered his gaze to look at Yan Ruyue.
Being so close to his face again, Yan Ruyue felt her heart race uncontrollably, as if a startled deer were leaping wildly inside her chest.
With a soft and almost inaudible voice, she murmured, "Hmm…"
Taking that as consent, Lin Yuan carried her upstairs.
Song Xuan stood at the bottom of the staircase, watching Lin Yuan's figure disappear with her daughter in his arms. With a sigh, she murmured, "Oh, Yue'er, Yue'er…"
Although she shook her head, her eyes betrayed a hint of envy. There was a wistful look in them—perhaps wanting to be held like Yan Ruyue.
Fortunately for Lin Yuan, Yan Ruyue's room was only on the second floor, so carrying her up wasn't particularly strenuous.
As they arrived, Lin Yuan gently pushed open her bedroom door.
Yan Ruyue had never imagined that a man would one day step into her bedroom.
Despite her usually cold and indifferent personality, she was still a girl at heart. At this moment, countless thoughts flooded her mind, and her heartbeat grew even more erratic.
Lin Yuan, however, remained indifferent to the situation.
He took a brief glance around the room. It was neat and minimalistic—aside from a bed and a dressing table, there wasn't much else.
After placing Yan Ruyue down on the bed, Lin Yuan turned to leave.
But before he could take a step, a soft voice called out from behind him.
"Wait…"
Lin Yuan paused, then turned his head slightly to glance at her, his expression calm yet questioning.
'What now?'
'Is she still in pain?'
'Or… does she need to use the bathroom but can't walk there herself?'
'Does she expect me to carry her again just to help her to the restroom?'
Lin Yuan's gaze silently conveyed these thoughts, and Yan Ruyue instantly picked up on them.
Realizing what he was thinking, her blush deepened. Quickly moving her ankle to show that it had improved, she said shyly, "It's feeling a lot better now. I think I can manage a few steps on my own…"
She hesitated for a brief moment before gathering the courage to speak again.
"I… I wanted to ask you something."
Lin Yuan waited for her to continue.
"Can you stop calling me 'Miss Yan'?" she asked, lowering her gaze. "Just call me 'Ruyue'… like you used to."
Hearing this, Lin Yuan's mind momentarily flashed back.
The Lin Yuan in the novel had indeed always addressed her as "Ruyue" in an intimate manner.
Back then, she had been indifferent to how he addressed her. In fact, she had even found it irritating—an unwanted familiarity that made her uncomfortable.
But now, she was the one bringing it up voluntarily. She was the one wanting that intimacy again.
Although it was just a name, the meaning behind it had shifted. The dynamics between them were no longer the same as before.
Lin Yuan's gaze was unreadable as he responded indifferently, "I don't feel like we have that kind of relationship anymore, Miss Yan. Let's keep things as they are… We'll see how you behave."
With that, he turned around and left.
Yan Ruyue clenched her fists.
'What does he mean by that?!'
'Depends on how I behave?'
'Shouldn't I have the right to choose how I want to be called? Why should it be based on my behavior?'
'If someone prefers to be called a certain name, why can't she just be called such? It will be dependent on the person's behavior towards the other so she can be called as she prefers to be called?'
She felt an unfamiliar sense of frustration.
But no matter how much she argued with herself, there was no denying the truth—she enjoyed being by Lin Yuan's side.
Still flustered, she grabbed the stuffed toy beside her and punched it a few times, venting her frustration before finally pulling the blanket over herself.
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Half an hour later, unable to let go of the situation, Yan Ruyue opened her phone and tapped on WeChat.
After scrolling through a few messages, she hesitated for a moment before composing one for Lin Yuan.
Yan Ruyue: "Although you are often rude whenever we're together, I still want to thank you for bringing me home today. I also apologize for troubling you."
The moment she hit send, her heart began pounding.
What would Lin Yuan say?
She anxiously stared at the screen, anticipating his reply.
She imagined countless possible responses.
"It's fine, it's what I should do."
"You're very light, so carrying you wasn't difficult."
"Be careful next time so you don't get hurt again."
Thinking about these possible replies, the corners of her lips lifted ever so slightly.
However, when Lin Yuan's reply finally came, it wasn't a text.
It was a video.
"Huh? Did he record a message for me?"
"Could it be that he recorded his message to me? That's a little better, right? But why is the background so dark?
Yan Ruyue was momentarily puzzled. But as she clicked on the video and it began playing, her face instantly turned crimson.
On the screen, a girl in high heels was walking awkwardly down the street, her steps unsteady.
After a few seconds, she finally found a rhythm, her hips and waist swaying slightly.
And then, suddenly—she tripped and fell to the ground.
It was her.
Lin Yuan had recorded her walking in high heels for the first time—and falling spectacularly.
Yan Ruyue was mortified.
Clutching her phone tightly, she immediately sent another message.
Yan Ruyue: "Delete the video!"
Lin Yuan: "I'll keep it as a souvenir."
After a brief exchange of messages, Lin Yuan still did not agree to delete the video.
Yan Ruyue was a little ashamed, but she was helpless.…..…..
Yan Ruyue, flustered beyond belief, could only bury herself under the covers.
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Meanwhile, inside a luxurious mansion in Xiling District, a table was filled with bottles of expensive liquor.
On the plush sofa, two men sat opposite each other.
One was a handsome man with a cunning glint in his eyes.
The other was a muscular man with a rough demeanor.
Ye Feng and his older brother, Gu Qingshan, clinked glasses.
"My dear brother, it's been too long since we last met. We must drink until we drop today!" Gu Qingshan declared, taking a hearty sip of his wine.
Ye Feng laughed and nodded. "Absolutely! No one is leaving sober!"
After wiping the corner of his mouth, Ye Feng's expression darkened.
Wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, Ye Feng said, "I was planning to come over and meet you once I got off the plane Brother Shan, but that kid surnamed Lin framed me! I have been suffering in the detention center these days and so I can only see you today!"
"He dared to frame me! I must take my revenge on him!"
Gu Qingshan said: "The kid named Lin Yuan, I have sent someone to check on him. He is the young master of the Lin Group of Companies. The Lin Group has a net worth of hundreds of billions. The family background and influence can't be underestimated."
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