"Hmm, sort of," Lin Yu pondered seriously before nodding.
"What's your name? Although you're not that great, you did save me. Also, I misunderstood you..." The female warrior persisted from behind, having chased Lin Yu through three or four streets.
"Zhang San," Lin Yu casually fabricated.
"Tch, if you won't tell, then forget it. Why pretend to be aloof? Your made-up name is terribly bland, devoid of any artistry," the girl disdainfully retorted.
Lin Yu remained silent, walking ahead. The girl seemed to have run out of questions for the moment, yet harbored an inexplicable sense of discontent.
"Hey, what do you do for a living? How did you come across those three robbers? Why did you clash with them? Weren't you leaving at first? Why did you come back later? Hey, why aren't you talking?" The girl tenaciously persisted, relentlessly questioning, almost turning into a real-life version of a never-ending why.
"Miss, if you were in my shoes, how would you feel if bombarded with so many questions without a break?" Lin Yu sighed.
The girl earnestly pondered, even counting on her fingers, finally replying with sincerity, "I wouldn't mind."
"You're clever," Lin Yu praised aptly.
By now, the two had exited the secluded path and arrived at the entrance of a high-end residential complex. A BMW X6 was parked there, and a glamorous middle-aged woman in her forties leaned against the car door, as if waiting for someone.
This middle-aged woman sparkled with ostentation from head to toe, almost dazzling even from a distance. She appeared overly flashy, clearly the wife of a nouveau riche or possibly a nouveau riche herself.
"Hi, I'm here..." Lin Yu waved from afar to greet the woman. Upon catching sight of Lin Yu, her face instantly lit up with a delighted smile. She hurriedly ran toward him, disregarding the dirt and grime on Lin Yu's hands, and grabbed his hand as if Juliet meeting Romeo, "Is it really you?"
"Who else could it be but me?" Lin Yu responded as if meeting a revolutionary comrade.
"You really came?" The woman held Lin Yu's hand tightly, her eyes shining brightly, looking excited and thrilled, as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
"I'm here." Lin Yu grinned, appearing excited too.
"Then, give it to me quickly..." The woman sounded like she was coquettish.
"Right now? Um, isn't that inappropriate..." Lin Yu seemed a bit embarrassed, glancing back at the timid female warrior.
"There's nothing inappropriate. Let's take care of it in the car quickly." The woman pulled Lin Yu, almost impatient.
The young woman who had been excitedly anticipating something suddenly stood dumbfounded, her jaw dropping, "Is the 'great deed' he mentioned about being kept by a wealthy woman? Or engaging in a one-night stand with a rich woman?" In an instant, these thoughts arose in her mind, fitting yet unpleasantly realistic.
Her skepticism was understandable. The age difference and the intimate interaction between the two were indeed suspicious, especially their urgent and ambiguous conversation, which made the young woman feel nauseous. Witnessing the two of them getting into the car hand in hand made her feel repulsed.
Seeing Lin Yu being pulled into the car by that woman, the journalist and female warrior couldn't fathom it. After a while, she snorted in anger, "I thought he was a real hero, turns out he's living off a woman. And in broad daylight, so shameless! I must have been blind to follow him all this way, thinking of making a special report with him, ugh, just the thought is disgusting."
However, deep down, she felt something was amiss. Why would a woman who seemed rich be interested in that guy? Although he appeared quite cheerful, he didn't have any other extraordinary qualities. On the other hand, that woman, obviously affluent and not unattractive, had a considerable disparity with him. How could they possibly be a match?
From that moment, the female warrior abruptly transformed into a philosopher and a psychoanalyst, standing there foolishly, lost in contemplation. She began pondering the meaning of life and the development of distorted social psychology, trying to understand the essence of such events.
Lin Yu didn't have time to contemplate her thoughts. The woman he arranged to meet was the wife of that fat guy, Li Tianyu.
Tit for tat, Li Tianyu had been showing off with his ill-gotten wealth. Well, since he had angered Lin Yu and even brought his son along to provoke him, Lin Yu had no qualms about being ruthless.
Once in the car, Li Tianyu's wife eagerly reached out to Lin Yu, "Quick, where is it? Give it to me." She seemed quite anxious.
However, her eagerness wasn't borne out of anger but rather anticipation. Lin Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. What a pair of live wire husband and wife; they deserved each other.
Pushing away her reaching hands, Lin Yu took out a leather envelope from his bag and handed it to the woman.
Snatching it, she tore open the envelope and poured its contents out. Instantly, a heap of indecent photos showing men and women rolling on a bed flashed into view.
The camera angles were perfect
, highly professional, featuring explicit faces and postures, especially in certain intimate positions, clearly showcasing the same couple in various scenarios, resembling the close-up shots taken by paparazzi.
As she flipped through the photos, the woman alternated between grinding her teeth in fury and bursting into gleeful laughter. Her facial expressions were disturbingly diverse, unsettling even for someone as resolute as Lin Yu. He feared that if the woman went berserk and mistook him for Li Tianyu, it would be troublesome.