{Chapter: 118 Red cheongsam! Enchanting woman!}
But what she did not know was that, in Lin Yuan's eyes, her appearance and figure rated at most a mere seventy points. Even his cousin, Yu Shanshan, possessed a far more attractive face and figure, scored in the high eighties range.
This was primarily because Lin Yuan preferred women with a mature, elegant charm.
However, when factoring in the knowledge that she had already been intimate with multiple men, that alone was a deduction of a hundred points in his book.
All in all, that left her with a negative thirty-point rating.
Lin Yuan displayed no particular interest in this so-called beauty.
To him, she was too ostentatious, too vulgar, and overly coquettish. Moreover, the excessive artificial enhancements to her body made her even less appealing. A lot of silicon. Because of this, he didn't even bother sparing her a second glance.
When Lin Yuan ignored her completely, Afang felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.
It wasn't that she hadn't encountered rejection before, but for a woman who prided herself on her looks and body, being blatantly disregarded was a rare and humiliating experience.
Refusing to accept such a reaction, Afang moved closer, settling directly beside Lin Yuan. A delicate, alluring fragrance wafted from her as she leaned in, her lips parting slightly as she whispered seductively, "Handsome, can you give me your contact information? The moment I saw you, I suddenly felt an itch that only you can scratch."
As she spoke, her lips edged closer to Lin Yuan's ear, her breath warm and deliberate, attempting to stir his interest and entice him.
However, instead of being tempted, Lin Yuan merely furrowed his brows slightly.
He hadn't expected this woman to be so forward—so shamelessly flirtatious.
Moments ago, she had been sitting beside another man, yet the second he left for the bathroom, she wasted no time trying to cozy up to someone else.
Long Wu, standing behind Lin Yuan, immediately sensed his master's disgust and instinctively prepared to intervene, ready to pull the woman away.
But before he could act, the man who had been with Afang returned from the restroom.
Upon seeing Afang sitting so close to Lin Yuan, the man's expression darkened with fury.
"You brat! Still wet behind the ears, yet you dare mess with my woman?! I'll kill you!" the upstart bellowed, his face contorted in rage.
But before he could finish his sentence, Long Wu stepped forward, his movements swift and decisive. In a matter of seconds, he delivered a brutal kick to the man's gut, grabbed him by the throat, and then struck him across the face with an audible slap.
Long Wu would never tolerate any disrespect toward Lin Yuan.
Ge Bing, the upstart, gasped for air, his throat constricted under Long Wu's grip. His furious expression melted into panic as he struggled to speak, his breath shallow and labored.
Afang, witnessing this scene, was struck dumb with shock.
She wanted to plead for mercy on Ge Bing's behalf, but the sheer intensity of Long Wu's presence made her hesitate. Her lips parted, yet no words came out.
Just as Ge Bing's face turned an alarming shade of red and purple, the bartender, Xiao Qi, suddenly stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the scene unfolding before him.
"Mr. Lin, please order your subordinate to stop!" Xiao Qi exclaimed.
Lin Yuan glanced at the bartender calmly before speaking in an indifferent tone, "Long Wu, that's enough. Give some face to the owner of this establishment."
Lin Yuan was well aware that the Scarlet Bar's owner had a formidable background. And since they were in someone else's territory, there was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.
Upon hearing Lin Yuan's command, Long Wu immediately released his grip, letting the half-conscious Ge Bing collapse onto the floor.
Ge Bing lay there, gasping for air as Afang hurriedly helped him up. Despite his disheveled state, his eyes burned with resentment as he looked at Lin Yuan.
He had genuinely felt as though he was on the brink of death.
He deeply regretted not bringing his bodyguards along tonight.
Seeing the defiance lingering in Ge Bing's gaze, the bartender Xiao Qi's voice turned cold. "Do not stir up any more trouble. This man before you is the Young Master of the Lin Group. If you provoke him again, no one will care if you die here."
Ge Bing's entire body stiffened.
His forehead quickly became drenched in cold sweat.
'Lin Group?'
'Could it be that Lin Group—the most powerful family in Jiangbei?'
There was no mistaking it.
Even though he was worth several billion, compared to the mighty Lin family, he was nothing more than an insignificant insect.
The very thought that he had been considering revenge moments ago now seemed laughable.
Shaking from head to toe, Ge Bing hurriedly dropped to his knees, slapping his own face repeatedly as he begged, "I'm sorry, Young Master Lin! I was blind! Please forgive my rudeness!"
The earlier arrogance he had displayed was now completely gone, replaced by pitiful desperation.
As for being beaten half to death just moments ago? That was a small price to pay—far better than actually dying.
Afang, who was standing beside him, was now looking at Lin Yuan with even more fervent eyes.
She couldn't comprehend why Lin Yuan was so indifferent to her.
Was it because she wasn't beautiful enough?
Compared to the men she had been with before, Lin Yuan was in a league of his own—his wealth and status were unparalleled.
Yet, despite this, he wouldn't even spare her a glance.
What was wrong with her? Why wasn't she good enough?
Before she could ponder it further, Ge Bing suddenly shoved her forward. "Young Master Lin, if you like, I'll offer her to you as a token of my apology!"
The stark contrast between the jealous man from earlier and the groveling figure before him now was almost comical.
This was the power of Lin Yuan's identity.
Even a brazen upstart like Ge Bing knew when to bow his head in submission.
Yet, Lin Yuan didn't even bother acknowledging Ge Bing or the woman he had just pushed toward him.
Without hesitation, he turned and left the room, following behind the bartender, Xiao Qi.
Long Wu, ever in tune with his master's intentions, immediately acted.
"Move aside! The Master has no interest in you!" Long Wu growled, pushing Afang out of the way before quickly catching up to Lin Yuan.
As Lin Yuan stepped out of the private lounge, he was met with an expansive, well-lit hall.
The floor was covered with a thick red wool carpet, and standing in neat formation atop it were twenty to thirty figures.
They stood at attention, their posture rigid and disciplined. The sharpness in their eyes and the composed energy in their stance suggested that each of them was a force to be reckoned with.
However, among them, one presence stood out the most—the figure seated at the head of the hall.
She was dressed in a flowing red cheongsam, her curves accentuated to near perfection.
A woman of captivating allure.
Yet, despite her breathtaking appearance, her face was obscured behind a grimace mask, adding an air of mystery to her presence.
Before Lin Yuan could speak, the woman addressed him first.
Her voice, slightly husky yet melodious, carried an unmistakable authority. "Welcome, Young Master Lin. Just call me Boss Xue. You may select the type of bodyguard you need. A single hire gets you a ten percent discount; two or more will grant you twenty percent off."
As she rose from her seat, her long raven-black hair cascaded behind her, carrying a delicate fragrance that drifted toward Lin Yuan.
Her every movement exuded confidence, her charm even more pronounced in motion.
Even Ge Bing, who had just entered behind Lin Yuan, instinctively averted his gaze. He knew better than to stare for too long.
Meanwhile, Afang, still reeling from rejection, was now seething with jealousy.
She had thought herself unparalleled in allure—but compared to Boss Xue, she was utterly outclassed.
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