Chapter 8: Chrysanthemum Tea

As Yang Chen walked out of the police station, still somewhat puzzled as to why an unfamiliar lawyer had come to bail him out, he couldn't help but notice the police's deferential attitude towards the lawyer, indicating that he must have had quite an impressive background.

At the entrance to the police station, a gray-haired lawyer named Zhang, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, shook hands solemnly with Cai Yan, saying, "Thank you, Director Cai, for your cooperation. It's rare to see such a young person like you holding such a high position in the West District Police Station. You truly have the bearing of an adult."

Cai Yan, looking dignified and composed, maintained a formal smile on her pretty face, saying, "Lawyer Zhang is a senior member of the entire Zhonghai legal community, and as juniors, we naturally have to show extra respect and courtesy." Although she was talking to Lawyer Zhang, Cai Yan couldn't help glancing at Yang Chen, who was lounging around lazily nearby.

Cai Yan had never imagined that it would be Lawyer Zhang who would suddenly come to bail out Yang Chen. Although Lawyer Zhang didn't disclose the identity of his employer, the fact that he was able to enlist such an old and prestigious lawyer meant that he was someone with a lot of clout and influence in Zhonghai City. And yet this person had stepped forward for Yang Chen, a small vendor who sold lamb skewers in a market. It was clear that her earlier suspicions about Yang Chen's background were correct – he was definitely not an ordinary person.

After leaving the police station compound, Yang Chen smiled humbly at Lawyer Zhang and said, "Um...thank you, Lawyer Zhang, for your help. Otherwise, I would have had to spend two days in the interrogation room. You don't know, I promised to visit a friend's house tonight, and now I have a headache..."

Looking at Yang Chen's awkward smile, Lawyer Zhang couldn't help but feel curious. He had been initially puzzled as to why he had been asked to bail out this young man, but now that he had met him, he could see that Yang Chen had an extraordinary aura about him. From his calm and collected demeanor in the police station to his joking manner outside, it was clear that this young man possessed an exceptional temperament.

After suppressing his disdain, Lawyer Zhang chuckled and said, "Mr. Yang, you don't need to thank me. To be entrusted with a loyal task is a matter of gratitude to the person who entrusted it in the first place."

Following the direction pointed by Lawyer Zhang, Yang Chen suddenly saw a red sedan parked in the roadside parking lot.

With just a glance, Yang Chen became interested. It was a rare Bentley Arnage in the country, representing a noble and royal disposition. Its lowest price was over 4 million yuan in the capital city of China. Driving such a car casually on the road indicated that the owner was worth at least a few billion.

After bidding farewell to Lawyer Zhang, Yang Chen leisurely walked towards the Bentley and took a look inside the driver's seat. His gaze was difficult to move away from the woman sitting there, dressed in a white chiffon dress and sitting upright on the pure black leather seat. Her hair was elegantly styled and her delicate and beautiful face was adorned with a pair of large crystal sunglasses that covered half of her pretty face. The contrast between the sunglasses and her snow-white skin exuded a touch of aloofness and indifference, yet her beauty was so stunning that it made one's heart tremble.

The car window was rolled down, but the beautiful woman didn't even spare a glance at Yang Chen. She simply said in a calm voice, "Get in the car."

Yang Chen didn't hesitate and sat in the car with a smile. He even adjusted the seat height and spaciousness, looking like an old friend meeting again. "You left so early this morning. I was wondering if I'd ever see you again. I didn't expect you to come to the police station so soon to bail me out. Is this fate?"

However, this beauty was actually a stranger who had a one-night stand with Yang Chen. Seeing her cold expression, Yang Chen couldn't help but recall their passionate night and found it hard to believe that she was the same person. He couldn't help but make a joke, "If you don't speak, people will think you're mute."

Without wasting time, the woman stepped on the accelerator and the car quickly left the police station. After about ten minutes, they stopped at a café near the West City Square.

Walking past a massive fountain, Yang Chen followed the silent woman into the café. It seemed they had booked a private room in advance as they were guided by a waiter to a quiet corner on the second floor, where several lush green plants surrounded them, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

"Miss Lin, what can I get for you two?" asked the polite waiter with a smile.

It seemed like they were regulars. Miss Lin took off her sunglasses, revealing a stunning face that would make most men's hearts race. She responded coolly, "Blue Mountain, with milk, no sugar."

Yang Chen browsed the menu for a few pages, looking puzzled. After some thought, he smiled and said, "Um, could I have a cup of chrysanthemum tea? It'll help cool me down. I don't need anything fancy, just the cheapest kind."

The waiter's smile froze for a moment, and he awkwardly replied, "I'm sorry, sir. We don't have tea in a café, let alone chrysanthemum tea."

"In that case, water. Do I have to pay for it?" Yang Chen asked with frustration.

"Uh, we do have water. But sir, are you sure you only want water?" The waiter looked at Yang Chen strangely, as if he couldn't understand why someone would come to a café with a goddess-like woman just to order water.

The woman, who had been gazing outside the window the entire time, suddenly glanced at Yang Chen and told the waiter, "Give him a Neapolitan, American-style."

"Of course, Miss Lin," the waiter said gratefully and hurriedly left.

Yang Chen, however, looked mournful. "Miss Lin, I'm sorry, but I don't have enough money to pay for a Neapolitan coffee. It costs hundreds of yuan per cup, and I can barely make ends meet selling my lamb kebabs on the street."

"I'm treating you," the woman said, furrowing her brows in frustration.

"It's not about whether or not you're treating me. It's that my income doesn't allow me to drink such high-end coffee. Besides, as a healthy, literate man, how can I be so cheap as to let a girl buy me coffee? You know, even though my family is poor, I'm still a respectable person. I'm not some sort of scammer or thug. If I want to drink coffee, I should earn it myself. But in reality, I don't even like coffee that much..." Yang Chen explained seriously.

"I'm the one treating you, not the other way around," the woman said, feeling exasperated. She took a step back, realizing that even inviting someone for coffee could be such a hassle.

But Yang Chen's expression turned solemn. He spoke earnestly, "Miss Lin, as the ancient saying goes, a gentleman doesn't eat food he didn't work for. This is your charity towards me, and it's fine if you look down on my income or social status. I'm just a humble kebab vendor. But you cannot insult my character or trample on my self-esteem..."

"That's enough!!"

With a loud thud on the table, Lin, the beauty of the university, stood up, her full chest heaving up and down. "Are you done yet? I don't have time for all this nonsense!" she exclaimed.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang, who had been chattering away, immediately stopped and seemed like a different person altogether. A smirk of satisfaction appeared on his face. "Miss Lin, is this how it should be? You're so young and passionate, don't always keep a straight face. I think you look much prettier when you're angry than when you're cold," he said.

"You..." Lin, who had lost all her ladylike demeanor, plopped back onto her seat, her beautiful eyes sparkling with anger. "I don't have time for your nonsense. Now, let's talk about the matter at hand."