Chapter 84 Soothing a Wounded Heart

"Taxi!"

Lin Chen waved toward the side of the road,

his tone hiding an irrepressible urgency.

As the taxi slowly pulled over, he almost sprinted to pull open the door and sit inside,

and when he gave the address of the mall He Yun had sent,

his voice was a few degrees brighter than usual.

"Driver, please hurry, I'm in a rush."

He watched the street scenery receding rapidly outside the window,

his heart racing like a panicked deer, his mind filled with thoughts of He Yun.

That day at the driving test center, she stood there in a cheongsam,

and to say she was "as fresh as a blooming flower" was an understatement.

Her entire being exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

The distance was indeed not short; the taxi wove through the traffic,

the time on the dashboard ticking away second by second.

The longer Lin Chen waited, the more anxious he became, wishing he could rush to He Yun's side immediately.

After a full forty minutes, the taxi finally pulled up at the mall entrance.

He paid the fare and almost jogged into the mall lobby.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the phone screen.

Lin Chen sent a WeChat message, his tone carrying a hint of elation:

"I've arrived downstairs. Which floor are you on?"

Less than ten seconds after the message was sent,

He Yun's reply popped up, her words carrying a touch of lightheartedness:

"I'm in the women's clothing section on the south side of the third floor. You'll see me as soon as you come up."

"Got it, I'll be by your side in five minutes!"

Lin Chen replied with a smile and simply sent a voice message,

even his fingertips carrying a hint of a smile.

After closing WeChat, he leaned against the elevator entrance,

the smile at the corner of his mouth impossible to suppress as his mind began to replay the scenes from the driving test.

He Yun that day had been truly dazzling.

Her tall 170cm figure was perfectly wrapped in a well-tailored cheongsam,

her full bust filling out the neckline of the dress,

outlining an alluring curve.

Her pert and rounded buttocks were accentuated even more by the cheongsam.

Every step she took carried a faint air of elegance.

There were countless men's gazes at the testing center.

They were all glued to her and couldn't look away, and Lin Chen was one of them.

He still remembered the information the system had popped up back then very clearly:

Height 170cm, bust 37E, sexual experience 2.

At that time, he had sighed inwardly—she was simply a top-tier mature woman.

To encounter such a woman would be a stroke of incredible luck.

"Fortunately, she took the initiative to greet me that day, otherwise we might never have crossed paths in this lifetime,"

Lin Chen sighed softly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of his phone.

He knew very well that when dealing with a mature woman like He Yun,

one couldn't be as reckless and frivolous as when dealing with a young girl.

Those sweet words and empty promises were completely useless against her.

She was long past the ignorant age of a teenage girl's first love.

{Pick-up strategy: Mature women have seen much of the world. To move her, you must rely on steadiness, understanding her, and providing sufficient spiritual solace.}

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and Lin Chen composed himself,

suppressing the agitation in his heart as he silently recited the strategy given by the system:

"Women of different ages require different approaches."

"Mature women need a sense of inner validation even more."

As he walked, he rehearsed various possible scenarios in his head,

pondering how to speak and how to behave to leave a good impression on He Yun.

He soon reached the women's clothing section on the south side of the third floor,

and Lin Chen looked around; various styles of women's clothing hung on the racks.

There were quite a few customers coming and going, but after looking around,

he actually failed to see He Yun's figure.

"Strange, it's only been five minutes. Where did she go?"

Lin Chen frowned, slowed his pace, and scanned the area carefully again,

his gaze inadvertently falling on a corner not far away.

Two young girls wearing clerk uniforms

were surrounding a squatting woman and softly comforting her, their tones full of sympathy.

The woman had her back to him, her face obscured by her falling hair,

making her features invisible, but her squatting posture alone was enough to catch the eye.

The hem of her cheongsam hung down to the base of her thighs;

as she squatted, the dress was stretched into a beautiful curve.

A large portion of her snowy white, delicate calves was exposed,

her skin so lustrous it was dazzling.

Even more eye-catching were her full buttocks, perfectly outlined by the cheongsam,

the curve exaggerated and alluring. Lin Chen subconsciously swallowed hard,

sighing inwardly:

"This butt shape is just too incredible!"

"The man who could marry such a woman would be so lucky. If this was..."

Just as his thoughts drifted there, Lin Chen snapped back to reality,

cursing himself for being useless; the most important thing right now was to find He Yun.

He took out his phone and was about to dial He Yun's number

when the woman squatting in the corner slowly stood up,

raising her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes with her fingertips

and gently brushing aside the strands of hair covering her cheeks.

With just this one movement, Lin Chen's breath instantly hitched, and his phone almost slipped from his hand.

That face with tear stains—who could it be if not He Yun?

"He Yun?!"

Lin Chen blurted out, his tone full of shock and urgency,

"What's wrong?"

"Who made you cry?"

He subconsciously assumed the two female clerks nearby were bullying He Yun,

since He Yun was crying so sadly and they were surrounding her.

A surge of anger instantly welled up in his heart, and Lin Chen rushed over,

reaching out to gently push aside the two female clerks,

his tone carrying a hint of anger and accusation:

"What are you doing?"

"Bullying her, are you?"

"Can't you see she's crying?"

Hearing Lin Chen's voice, He Yun stiffened slightly,

raising her tear-stained face. Seeing Lin Chen's angry look,

the grievance in her eyes hadn't dissipated, and a hint of panic was added.

She hurriedly waved her hand, her voice carrying a sob:

"Lin Chen, you've misunderstood."

"It wasn't them bullying me."

"Don't be angry; it has nothing to do with them."

The two female clerks who were pushed aside instantly showed hurt and angry expressions,

and the short-haired one frowned, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness:

"Sir, how can you say that?"

"We didn't bully her."

"We just saw her crying here after having an argument with someone"},{