Chapter 218 Ambiguity on the Sanda Arena

"Keep it low-key, low-key."

Lin Chen smiled and shrugged, his tone carrying a hint of roguishness.

"Money is enough as long as it's sufficient to spend. The main thing is, being able to treat a big beauty like you to a meal is what matters most."

As he spoke, he gentlemanly opened the passenger door.

"Get in, my beautiful doctor. I'll take you for a good meal to make up for my previous absence."

Looking at the smile in his eyes, the slight reproach in Zhao Mengyao's heart had long since vanished.

It was replaced by a heart full of fluttering excitement and curiosity.

She bent down to get into the car. While fastening her seatbelt, she couldn't help but glance at Lin Chen again, thinking to herself:

'This kid is not only handsome and has a great body, but he's also so rich. My intuition really didn't fail me.'

Lin Chen started the car, the engine's roar much gentler now.

It lacked the flamboyance from when he was driving Li Sisi; he had clearly slowed down on purpose, afraid of jolting her.

Along the way, the two chatted casually. Zhao Mengyao would occasionally ask him a few things about the car.

Lin Chen answered nonchalantly, teasing her every now and then.

The ambiguous atmosphere inside the car grew thicker, and even the air seemed to turn sweet.

Lin Chen chose a private kitchen with an elegant environment. The decor was low-key and luxurious, very much to Zhao Mengyao's taste.

During the meal, he was very attentive.

He kept placing food on her plate.

"I remember you don't eat cilantro, and I remember you like spicy food."

"Try this."

With attention to detail maxed out, Zhao Mengyao felt warm inside, and her favorable impression of him grew several points.

It was one thing to be rich, but to be this considerate too—what woman wouldn't be moved by such a man?

"Lin Chen, what do you usually do besides going to school?"

"Being this rich, it can't all be given by your family, right?"

Zhao Mengyao bit her chopsticks and asked curiously, her eyes full of inquiry.

Lin Chen took a sip of water, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"It's a secret. But don't worry, the money is clean. I can afford to support you, and I can afford to maintain this car."

The statement was blunt yet ambiguous. Zhao Mengyao's cheeks instantly turned crimson, and she glared at him coquettishly.

"Who wants you to support them? I can earn money myself."

"I know you can earn it,"

Lin Chen looked at her flushed cheeks and laughed even more happily.

"But I enjoy the idea of supporting you, my top-tier mature doctor."

The atmosphere of the meal was excellent, both ambiguous and relaxed. The more they talked, the more they hit it off.

Zhao Mengyao completely let down her guard. She was no longer the cold surgeon, but showed more of a young woman's charm.

By the time they finished eating, it was almost eight o'clock. Lin Chen drove Zhao Mengyao home.

The car stopped at the entrance of her neighborhood. Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere in the car was momentarily subtle, with only the gentle breeze from the air conditioner blowing.

Zhao Mengyao gripped her seatbelt, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Today... thank you for treating me to dinner. I had a great time."

"As long as you're happy, it's worth it."

Lin Chen turned sideways to look at her, the ambiguity in his eyes almost overflowing.

"However, Mengyao, I have to tell you something."

Zhao Mengyao's heart tightened, and she looked up at him.

"What is it? Are you going to be busy again?"

"It's not exactly being busy."

Lin Chen scratched his head, his tone carrying a bit of apology.

And a bit of a desire to please.

"I made plans with a friend to practice Sanda tonight. It's that police officer friend I mentioned to you before."

"Since we already agreed, it wouldn't be right to stand them up."

Hearing this, a flash of disappointment crossed Zhao Mengyao's face, but she quickly masked it.

She feigned generosity and smiled.

"It's fine, it's fine. You go ahead. Proper business comes first. You shouldn't delay your matters because of me."

Though she said this, her tone still carried a hint of imperceptible grievance.

It wasn't easy to get some time alone with him, and she hadn't had enough yet.

Lin Chen saw through her thoughts at a glance and reached out to ruffle her hair.

The movement was gentle and intimate.

"Don't be unhappy. I'm just practicing Sanda with her, nothing else."

"When I'm done training, around ten o'clock, I'll come over to find you and chat with you, okay?"

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Zhao Mengyao's heart warmed up.

Her disappointment vanished instantly. Chatting at ten at night?

That's probably 'chatting' with a bit of flirting involved.

Zhao Mengyao understood perfectly.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright.

"Really? You're not allowed to lie to me."

"I could lie to anyone but you."

Lin Chen promised with a smile, reaching out to pinch her cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll come over the moment I'm done training. I definitely won't be late."

Zhao Mengyao's cheeks turned red from his pinch, and she coquettishly slapped his hand away.

"I know, I know. Then go get busy. Be careful on the road."

"Okay."

Lin Chen looked at her and smiled.

"Go on in. I'll watch you go upstairs."

Zhao Mengyao pushed open the car door, glanced back at him with slightly red cheeks, and waved.

"Then I'm going up. Remember to come early."

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

Only after seeing Zhao Mengyao's figure enter the apartment building did Lin Chen start the car, a smug smile on his face.

Done. He didn't miss his appointment with Huang Jiayi,

and he had coaxed Zhao Mengyao. This move was absolutely brilliant.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Huang Jiayi:

"Arriving at the training hall soon. Wait for me."

The mclaren sped away.

...

The Sanda training hall was filled with the smell of sweat and rubber mats.

The fans were whirring, but they couldn't blow away the sweltering heat in the air.

Huang Jiayi had already changed into her training gear. The black short-sleeved shirt clung tightly to her body, outlining her full 36D curves.

Her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, revealing smooth-lined arms. Standing at 167cm in the middle of the mat,

her posture was as upright as a young poplar tree. Between her brows was the heroic spirit unique to a Police Flower,

yet it also hid a bit of feminine charm.

She heard movement at the door and looked back. Lin Chen had just pushed the door open, a bit of thin sweat on his forehead, with a lingering smile still on his lips.

"You got here pretty fast. I thought you'd take longer."

Huang Jiayi raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of imperceptible teasing, while a trace of anticipation quietly flickered in her eyes.

In fact, she had arrived ten minutes early, secretly hoping he would come sooner.

Lin Chen casually tossed his jacket onto a nearby bench, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over her.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but his words remained sharp: "Of course. How could I be late for something I promised you?"

"Besides, compared to other things, I'd much rather practice Sanda with Sister Police Flower. I can learn skills and enjoy the view. It's a great deal."

Huang Jiayi's cheeks burned slightly at his words.

She reached out and slapped him, the force neither heavy nor light, carrying a bit of reproach.

"Smooth talker! Hurry up and warm up. Don't get knocked down by me later; it'll be embarrassing."

She said that, but her heart felt inexplicably sweet.

Many people in the police force praised her, but no one could say the words 'enjoy the view' so naturally.

It wasn't greasy; instead, it gave her a small sense of secret joy.