CH: 59 Is this man blind?

{Chapter: 59 Is this man blind?}

Shen Lan couldn't help but say: [Master, Yan Ruyue took the initiative to chat with you. Why did you ignore her after just a few replies?]

[She's the novel's main heroine. Aren't you afraid her favorability towards you will decrease?]

Lin Yuan finished replying to a message from Qiu Wanxi before leisurely addressing Shen Lan's concern. "Yan Ruyue? I don't care about her now. Let her stew in her own thoughts. As for the favorability dropping? There's no need to worry. In the book, Lin Yuan's reputation was already as low as it could get due to being a pathetic licking dog for Yan Ruyue. It can't go any lower."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Lin Yuan brushed the topic aside.

Shen Lan reluctantly responded: [Okay…]

After indulging in a satisfying meal, Lin Yuan leaned back on his bed and quickly drifted off to sleep, his mind at ease.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Yan Ruyue lay restless in her room. She glanced at her phone repeatedly, waiting for a reply that never came. She tossed and turned for hours, her thoughts consumed by Lin Yuan's indifference.

She stayed awake late into the night, staring at her phone until her tired hands gave up and she placed it on the nightstand. With a resigned sigh, she turned off the lights. Even then, buried under her blanket, her mind refused to quiet down.

For reasons she couldn't fully understand, Lin Yuan's face kept appearing in her thoughts. It was maddening. His expression while playing the piano, the confidence he radiated when dragging the car without warning, his casual disregard for her... it all left her conflicted.

She should be furious, shouldn't she? After all, he had deliberately frightened her during the car ride and then ignored her messages. Yet, instead of anger, what lingered was the image of his handsome face, his calm demeanor, and the strange fluttering in her chest when she thought of him.

This night, Yan Ruyue did not sleep at all. No matter how she positioned herself, her mind remained restless, replaying moments with Lin Yuan. Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from irritation to intrigue. She was frustrated with herself for even caring.

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The next day, Lin Yuan arrived at Yan Ruyue's house as usual. Standing at the door to greet him was the ever-composed female president herself, but Lin Yuan immediately noticed something was off.

The radiant energy she usually exuded was absent. Instead, her eyes were slightly red, and dark circles had formed beneath them. She looked tired and worn, a stark contrast to her usual self.

Lin Yuan, of course, knew exactly why she looked this way. Yan Ruyue had spent the night sleepless, consumed by her thoughts about him.

Shen Lan chimed in, eager to offer advice: [Master, Yan Ruyue looks like this. You could take advantage of the situation and show concern for her!]

Lin Yuan scoffed internally. 'What are you suggesting?'

Shen Lan explained: [Ask her if she didn't sleep well. Tell her to use some eye drops or to rest more!]

Lin Yuan shook his head, unimpressed. 'She's in her twenties, manages billions in listed companies, and handles complex business deals with ease. Do you really think she doesn't already know about eye drops and rest?'

Shen Lan hesitated. [Uh… when you put it like that…]

Though Yan Ruyue's favorability toward him had improved significantly compared to their first meeting, Lin Yuan wasn't satisfied. What he wanted was for Yan Ruyue to become entirely submissive to him—a loyal "licking dog" in his eyes. For that to happen, she needed to be taught her place gradually.

While Lin Yuan easily discerned the reason behind Yan Ruyue's tired appearance, he chose not to acknowledge it. In truth, Yan Ruyue had deliberately avoided covering up her dark circles, even amplifying their visibility by skipping her usual skincare routine.

If she had wanted to, she could have easily concealed her fatigue with high-end makeup products. But no—Yan Ruyue wanted Lin Yuan to notice. She wanted him to see her tired face and understand that she had been restless all night because of him. It was a subconscious cry for his attention, a subtle way of saying, "Look at me. Notice me."

But Lin Yuan? He didn't give her even a sliver of acknowledgment.

Yan Ruyue felt a twinge of frustration. She had stood there, deliberately appearing vulnerable, yet Lin Yuan treated her as if nothing were amiss. His indifference was infuriating. She thought to herself, "Is this man blind? Can't he see how tired I look? I look like a panda, for heaven's sake!"

Adding to her frustration, Yan Ruyue had even gone out of her way to address something else. The day before, Lin Yuan had asked for a hair tie. Afterward, she had instructed her staff to purchase dozens of them, all identical to the one he borrowed. Today, she tied her hair using one of the new hair ties, hoping Lin Yuan would notice the gesture.

Though she would never admit it, she wanted Lin Yuan to see that she had bought more of them—perhaps as an unspoken acknowledgment of his opinion. And yet, here he was, completely oblivious to the effort she had made.

The truth? Lin Yuan hadn't even noticed the hair tie. To him, it was nothing more than a convenient object, not something he took because he "liked" it.

Yan Ruyue's frustration continued to grow, but Lin Yuan remained unaffected, his demeanor cool and indifferent. This only deepened her complicated feelings toward him, leaving her both irritated and intrigued.

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