First-Class Lawyer

dered other factors, such as why would Lin Yuan help him, and why would he choose to do it in secret without mentioning a word of it. 

Of course, he couldn’t rule out that Dr Lin, long used to being a good samaritan in a white coat, was too bashful to bring up the good deeds he had done.

But the more logical answer was that he was being watched; either that, or he didn’t want to risk being watched by casually bringing this up.

That was why he chose to send a message.

First, the reason given in the text provided an overt excuse.
It didn’t matter even if the contents of Lin Yuan’s smart device weren’t completely confidential. 

Second, doing it through text would give Lin Yuan ample time to think.

Some questions would exert psychological pressure on the person being put on the spot.
If they weren’t able to give an immediate response, it wouldn’t sit well with them, and under the pressure, many people would subconsciously choose to reply in negation to avoid the pressure.

But a message was different.
One could choose to respond and also choose not to respond.
They could take their time to think it through and reply after, and by that time, the response would also be more rational.

Dr Lin’s reply message well illustrated his rationality: 

-Sorry, I just saw this.
I don’t have any consultations tomorrow morning, so if you have any questions, you can ask them then.

Even saying that he ‘just saw this’…

Saying it just as if it were the truth.

All of a sudden, Professor Yan was finding that each of these people, one after another, were born actors.
In comparison, his acting skills seemed rather half-baked. 

Nevertheless, this response neatly conformed with Yan Suizhi’s speculations.

Sponsored Content

He took a screenshot in passing and selected the chat he had with ‘Vinegar Gu Yan’, sending it over to the other with the caption: [Look, his acting skills are on par with yours.]

After that, he cooperatively responded to Dr Lin:

-Thank you.
Should I look for you at your office? Or would anywhere else be more convenient? 

Dr Lin insta-replied:

-You’re welcome.
There’s a cafe on the end of Springwood Street, the road in front of the hospital.
The breakfast menu there is quite good.
Shall we meet at 8?

 

Yan Suizhi, [Okay]

At this time, a text from Gu Yan came in. 

-Why are you messaging me when we’re only separated by a straight-line distance of four metres?

Yan Suizhi, receiving the message, simply got up and went downstairs.

His knock nudged open the door of the master bedroom, and he saw Gu Yan walk out of the bathroom just then, his wet hair raked backwards, revealing his handsome countenance.
He hadn’t yet put on a shirt, and was slipping his smart device, fashioned as a ring, onto his little finger.

Hearing the movement at the door, he turned his head over, and droplets of water scattered down from the tips of his hair at this action. 

That attractively-toned musculature suggested that the gym downstairs wasn’t just there for decoration.
Despite being able to count on his hands the number of times he went in the past few days due to his frequency of travel, he still maintained an excellent physique.

“Why didn’t you say that you were showering?”

“I’m done showering,” Gu Yan turned the ring on his finger after putting it on, bending over to pick up a shirt from the bed.

During which, the motions caused the muscles at his waist to tense even more beautifully. 

The water vapour from the bathroom was brought out with him.
Even if he was standing there without moving, the humid air still billowed towards the door.

Yan Suizhi, leaning against the door frame, narrowed his eyes like a cat that had been teased by a warm breeze.

He suddenly felt that Student Gu was probably doing it on purpose, in an attempt to blind this monarch into incompetence with the allure of beauty.

Yet, he was simultaneously surprised, because if someone had told him any number of years ago that something like ‘sexual charms’ would work on him, he’d probably have inwardly smiled mockingly at the other, toasting them with a glass of red wine—You must be drunk. 

He didn’t expect that it would actually work now.

Before his latent potential for fatuity could rear its head, his survival instincts abruptly kicked in.
So, Professor Yan came down only to turn heel at the door—before Gu Yan could walk over with his shirt in hand, he whipped around and shut the door, speedily making his way upstairs.

Sponsored Content

When he leaned back against the headboard, Yan Suizhi looked back on his reflexive actions just now, a bit caught between laughter and tears.

Did he live these many years of his life in vain? 

This was probably the first time that the esteemed Professor Yan had shown this much distaste towards himself.

There was not a peep from the master bedroom downstairs.
He wondered if Student Gu was rendered speechless by him.

 

A good while later, he received a new message on his smart device.

From: Vinegar Gu Yan 

Message: [Am I a ghost?]

“…”

These words looked very familiar, like deja vu even.

This could only be called karmic retribution. 

Yan Suizhi gave it a thought before replying:

-I suddenly thought of something urgent.

[Vinegar Gu Yan: What’s so urgent?]

Yan Suizhi glimpsed his email out of his peripheral vision, replying: [My landlord’s looking for me.] 

[Vinegar Gu Yan: Why is he still looking for you when you’re not renting from him?]

Yan Suizhi sobered up: [It’s still important to keep in contact.
Actually, that landlord has caught my eye a bit.]

[Vinegar Gu Yan: ?]

Yan Suizhi replied: 

-With such good terms, he should be able to easily find tenants for his apartment.
So why did he keep holding out for me to do a flat viewing? Don’t you think that it’s weird?

Of course, these were no more than excuses.
In the instant that he fled upstairs, his long legs were overcome by an intense, primitive instinct—

While he didn’t mind experiencing what it was like to have his wits dulled at the sight of beauty, this incompetent monarch knew that he would be the one on the losing end down there.