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{Chapter 188: Qiao Siying: You are a bad person!}
Qiao Siying had fully expected her father to nod and agree with her eagerly, siding with her as he always had since she was a child.
But what she didn't expect—what she never would have expected—was for Qiao Jianye to actually scold her instead.
"Teach him a lesson? Teach who a lesson?!" Qiao Jianye's voice carried a rare trace of anger. "I should be teaching you a lesson! You ought to take a good look at yourself first before blaming others. What's so wrong with Young Master Lin? He's a decent young man, polite and accomplished. If you two aren't on good terms, the problem must be with you, not him!"
His voice grew firmer with each word.
"You should reflect on yourself. Be better to him from now on. Learn some manners and stop picking fights with good people!"
Before Qiao Jianye could even finish speaking, Qiao Siying, her face pale and trembling, turned away abruptly…
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks as she ran off without another word.
It was too much.
Her father—who had always been her shield, her protector, the one who doted on her above all else—was now turning against her… and all because of Lin Yuan?
The humiliation and sadness welled up inside her, heavy and suffocating.
Qiao Jianye watched his daughter's retreating figure and sighed deeply.
He immediately regretted his harshness.
He loved Siying more than anyone else in the world; usually, he would spoil her endlessly and stand by her no matter what.
But today was different.
It wasn't just about Lin Yuan—it was about wanting his daughter to grow up, to correct the arrogance and stubbornness that had always held her back.
Lin Yuan had only pointed out the problem, but as a father, it was Qiao Jianye's responsibility to guide her, even if it hurt a little.
Still, seeing her cry like that... he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
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Meanwhile, in another corner of the grand hall, Lin Yuan had been drinking.
Despite the generous amount of wine he consumed, he remained surprisingly sober, his sharp mind unaffected.
However, nature still called, and he excused himself to find the restroom.
As he was about to step into the hallway leading to the comfort rooms, he heard the faint sound of soft weeping.
The gentle sobs floated through the quiet corridor, fragile and heartbreaking.
Curious, Lin Yuan turned his head and spotted a figure standing alone by the window, her shoulders trembling.
Even from behind, she looked familiar—the elegant white dress, the graceful figure that could only belong to someone with poise and refinement.
There was no mistaking her.
It was Qiao Siying.
Though he hadn't witnessed the earlier confrontation between her and her father, Lin Yuan could easily piece together what had happened.
A small, amused smile curved his lips.
He approached casually and said with a light tone, "Miss Qiao. We met again. What a coincidence, don't you think?"
Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Qiao Siying instinctively stiffened.
She turned around quickly, wiping at her wet cheeks. When she saw that it was Lin Yuan, her expression darkened.
"Go away!" she snapped, her voice still trembling. "I don't know you!"
Though her eyes were red from crying, her pride refused to let her break down completely in front of him—or anyone else.
After all, she was no longer a child.
Yet, the injustice and sorrow inside her were overwhelming.
Seeing her stubborn little act, Lin Yuan chuckled softly, his tone teasing but not unkind.
"Miss Qiao," he said, "you seem very upset."
"It's none of your business!" Qiao Siying spat back without even looking at him.
Lin Yuan, undeterred, continued leisurely, "I'm just guessing here... but aren't you crying because your father scolded you just now?"
His words hit right at the most fragile part of her heart, poking mercilessly at her wound.
At once, Qiao Siying's eyes welled up again, and fat teardrops slid down her cheeks uncontrollably.
"You... you're a bad person!" she choked out between sobs.
"I was scolded by my father because of you! You're horrible!"
Despite her anger, there was no real malice in her voice—only sadness and frustration.
Her tear-stained face, framed by her long hair, looked heartbreakingly delicate.
Even while crying, she had an almost ethereal beauty, like a pear blossom drenched by spring rain.
Seeing her like this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but be slightly moved.
He could tell she wanted to say something else—to argue, to regain some dignity—but Lin Yuan didn't give her the chance.
Instead, he smiled slyly and twisted the knife a little deeper.
"Miss Qiao, don't forget," he said playfully, "you still owe me a promise."
Qiao Siying wiped her tears fiercely with the back of her hand, glaring at him through her blurred vision.
"I remember!" she snapped. "So what?!"
Her voice was trembling, a mix of anger and helplessness.
Lin Yuan simply smiled, unbothered by her attitude, and watched her silently, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
The more stubborn she was, the more interesting she became.
"The dress you're wearing tonight looks beautiful," Lin Yuan said casually, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. "But... it also looks a little too tight. Are you feeling hot? Do you want to loosen it a bit so you can breathe easier?"
As he spoke, he deliberately let his gaze trail across Qiao Siying's flawless, perfectly proportioned figure, his eyes gleaming playfully under the soft lighting.
Qiao Siying immediately gasped and crossed her arms defensively over her chest, her face turning crimson.
"Lin Yuan! You... you shameless scoundrel!" she stammered, her voice trembling with both anger and embarrassment.
She glared at him furiously, her heart pounding wildly.
She truly couldn't understand Lin Yuan at all.
A few hours ago, he had seemed like an entirely different person—calm, composed, even a little noble.
When she had seen him earlier, seated elegantly at the grand piano, playing the hauntingly beautiful melody of Blue and White Porcelain, he had appeared so serious, so focused, that she couldn't help but feel her heart stir slightly.
In that moment, he seemed like a pure, gentleman with an artistic soul.
But now?
The Lin Yuan standing in front of her was arrogant, frivolous, and maddening.
He didn't show her even the basic respect she felt she deserved.
The contrast was so sharp that it made her want to scream.
Remembering how he had played her favorite song so beautifully, and now seeing his outrageous behavior, Qiao Siying couldn't hold back her anger any longer.
"You rascal!" she snapped, her eyes flashing with fury. "You don't deserve to play that song!"
Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow lazily, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"What song?" he asked with a teasing tone, pretending to be clueless.
"Blue and White Porcelain!" Qiao Siying shouted, as if he had committed a grave crime.
"The composer who wrote that must have been pure, affectionate, and elegant. Someone with a noble spirit! Someone completely different from you! You're not worthy of that song at all!"
Her words were like tiny fists pounding against Lin Yuan's thick armor of indifference.
For a moment, Lin Yuan was slightly dumbfounded.
If she only knew...
Although he wasn't the original creator of the song in his previous world, in this world, he was the one who introduced it, the one who made it famous.
Thinking of this irony, Lin Yuan couldn't help but chuckle.
He laughed lightly and said with a shrug, "Even the original singer/composer wouldn't dare to say something so extreme. You're quite brave, Miss Qiao."
Qiao Siying's face turned even redder—this time from frustration.
She didn't want to talk to him anymore, but somehow, Lin Yuan's infuriatingly smug expression made it impossible for her to stay silent.
"Yes! Yes! You might be the young master of the Lin family!" she snapped, her voice trembling. "And yes, you might be an amazing pianist! But you're still a rascal! I hate you!"
With that final declaration, Qiao Siying spun around and stormed out of the restroom corridor, tears of anger brimming in her eyes.
Lin Yuan shook his head as he watched her leave, a faint smile still playing on his lips.
He wasn't particularly bothered by her outburst.
Shrugging it off, he finally entered the restroom to relieve himself, putting the incident out of his mind.
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After finishing, Lin Yuan stepped out of the restroom, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves casually.
To his surprise, he spotted a familiar figure not far away.
It was Ye Feng.
Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity.
Ye Feng had just exited another restroom down the hall, walking stiffly as if he were carrying a burden no one could see.
Around them, several guests glanced discreetly in Ye Feng's direction, their eyes gleaming with amusement.
Although no one dared to point fingers openly, it was obvious from the barely concealed smirks that Ye Feng had become a source of silent gossip among the banquet guests.
Because of the disgraceful incident earlier, almost everyone at the banquet knew exactly who Ye Feng was now—and not in a good way.
Feeling the weight of their stares, Ye Feng hunched his shoulders and wore a gloomy, almost sickly expression.
He kept one hand pressed against his stomach awkwardly, as if trying to hide his discomfort.
It was clear that despite spending a long time squatting inside the restroom earlier, his stomach troubles hadn't entirely gone away.
Ye Feng looked miserable.
Under normal circumstances, he would have already slipped away quietly to escape further humiliation.
In fact, he had almost done so.
However, just moments ago, Chen Meng had called him, urging him not to leave the event yet.
That was the only reason he stayed, enduring the humiliation and discomfort with a dark face.
Lin Yuan observed this silently, a touch of surprise flickering in his heart.
'Ye Feng... hasn't left yet?' Lin Yuan thought to himself.
Given what he knew about Ye Feng's usual behavior, he would have expected him to flee the banquet the moment he had a chance, tail tucked between his legs.
Yet here he was, stubbornly lingering despite everything.
Was it Ye Feng's own decision to stay and endure the shame?
Or was there some other force at work, something—or someone—that was compelling him to remain?
Lin Yuan pondered briefly but didn't dwell too much on it.
At that moment, his phone suddenly began to ring, vibrating quietly in his pocket.
He reached in, pulled it out, and glanced at the screen.
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