Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 266 Shooting games at night! and Chi Qian's Arrival}

Xiao Huan's face lit up even more as she quickly and skillfully assembled the pistol magazine for him. As soon as she handed him the first pistol, she began preparing another one, eager to help him shoot without pause.

As she worked, she couldn't help but admire his face up close—his angular jawline, the way his hair framed his eyes, and those sword-like brows that exuded quiet strength. His deep, focused gaze made her heartbeat speed up. Her eyes sparkled with admiration, completely absorbed in the man in front of her.

Lin Yuan remained unfazed.

He took the pistol and continued to shoot, his expression calm and relaxed. To him, this was just another day of practice.

But to others watching, it was far from ordinary.

Some of the club members recognized Lin Yuan from the competition and nodded knowingly. They had seen his skills before and were not surprised by his accuracy. However, many others had no idea who he was. They saw only a handsome young man with smooth skin and clean features. In their minds, he was likely just some rich boy playing around.

But that assumption was about to be shattered.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed crisply throughout the shooting range.

And then came the clear electronic voice of the system.

"Ding! Ten rings!"

"Ding! Ten rings!"

"Ding! Ten rings!"

Shot after shot, Lin Yuan hit the bullseye—flawlessly, effortlessly. The system repeated its announcement with mechanical precision, confirming the impossible accuracy each time.

Onlookers gradually fell silent, their murmurs turning into quiet awe.

Their assumptions crumbled. This wasn't just some pampered young man with no skill—this was a sharpshooter.

Xiao Huan stood nearby, nearly spellbound.

She knew Lin Yuan's record and skill level, but witnessing it again—especially this close—was an entirely different experience. She was entranced not just by his accuracy, but by the sheer elegance of his movements. The way he handled the gun, the fluidity of his stance, and the calmness on his face—it was magnetic.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice caught in her throat.

She caught herself smiling, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. A bold thought danced at the edge of her mind—flirtatious, teasing, maybe even a little dangerous. Maybe I should invite him to a game tonight… something fun… something that gets our heart rates up.

Shooting practice, of course.

Or maybe she'd lean in close and whisper,

She parted her lips, a teasing glint in her eyes. She wanted to say something bold—something that lingered between invitation and challenge. Her voice dropped a note, velvet-soft as she purred, "How about a little game tonight? Something… explosive. You shoot, I shoot—we'll see who lasts longer."

She didn't say it. Not yet. But the idea lingered, sweet as sin.

But just as the right words began to form, a soft and melodic voice chimed in from behind, interrupting the moment.

"Young Master Lin, you're showing off your shooting skills again, aren't you?"

The tone was playful, and the voice—clear as crystal—was unmistakable.

It was like the gentle song of a golden oriole cutting through the noise of the range.

Lin Yuan didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

He smiled faintly.

She was here.

The moment Lin Yuan heard that sweet and pleasant voice, he instantly knew who it belonged to.

Truthfully, he didn't even need to hear her speak to recognize her presence. The reaction from the people around him was enough. Heads turned. Conversations paused. Some even unconsciously straightened their posture.

There was only one person who could have such an effect simply by walking into a room.

Who else but Chi Qian?

Lin Yuan turned around, and just as he had guessed, Chi Qian had arrived.

From the moment she stepped into the club, she became the center of attention. The air itself seemed to shift slightly with her arrival. Eyes naturally gravitated toward her, drawn by her quiet, unintentional magnetism.

Today, Chi Qian wore a very simple, almost casual outfit. She had on a pair of loose-fitting gray sweatpants and a plain white short-sleeved shirt that revealed a hint of her snow-white, delicate arm. A small pink crossbody bag hung gracefully over one shoulder, and a soft, pastel-colored sun hat shaded her flawless face.

Her waist-length black hair was tied back into a clean ponytail, the strands flowing smoothly down her back like silk, swaying gently as she walked.

Despite the simplicity of her attire, Chi Qian outshone every other girl present. Most of the other girls wore similar clothing—comfortable and sporty—but even in identical outfits, the difference was night and day.

It wasn't just her fashion or makeup—Chi Qian didn't need either. It was her natural beauty, grace, and quiet confidence that made her stand out.

Her oval face was smooth and radiant, perfectly proportioned. Her eyes, like shimmering pools of water, held a calm, mysterious charm. Her lips had a natural pinkish hue that required no lipstick. Her slender eyebrows arched just right, framing her gentle expression.

Each feature on her face could be described as exquisite, but together they formed something truly breathtaking.

Her figure, too, was admirable—elegant, neither too slim nor too overly curvy. She moved with effortless grace, and every step seemed calculated to stir admiration without arrogance.

What caught the eye the most was her skin: soft, tender, luminous. It was the kind of fair and milky complexion that even her white shirt couldn't compete with. One might believe that if you touched her skin, you could feel the cool softness of fresh cream.

She had the aura of someone born to draw attention, yet she wore it humbly, not as a weapon but as an unconscious blessing.

Ignoring all the gazes locked onto her, Chi Qian walked forward as if no one else existed. She headed straight toward Lin Yuan.

As she approached, Lin Yuan could smell a faint, elegant fragrance—a mixture of floral notes and something distinctly Chi Qian.

Under the many envious stares of onlookers, Chi Qian stopped in front of Lin Yuan. Her smile was radiant yet reserved, her voice sweet and composed.

"Good afternoon, Brother Lin Yuan," she said softly.

Lin Yuan responded with a calm smile of his own. "Good afternoon, Chi Qian."

She raised one of her delicate jade-like hands to brush aside her long ponytail. It looked like she wanted to say something else, but then paused, as if remembering something.

Without a word, she reached for the small pink bag on her shoulder, opened it, and carefully took out a neatly folded light blue shirt.

Holding it out with both hands, she smiled again and said, "Thank you for letting me borrow your shirt last time. I washed it and wanted to return it to you in person."

Lin Yuan looked at the shirt and instantly recalled the moment she was referring to.

The last time they met at the fighting club, Chi Qian had been cold and slightly embarrassed. Lin Yuan had taken off his shirt and draped it over her shoulders to keep her warm—and to tease her just a bit.

That moment had clearly left an impression. In fact, so much had happened recently that if Chi Qian hadn't brought it up, Lin Yuan might have completely forgotten about it.

He took the shirt from her hands with a smile and said, "It's nothing. Really, there was no need to return it. But thank you."

Chi Qian nodded slightly, her smile never fading. Her calmness under pressure, her charm, and her warmth all mixed together into an irresistible presence.

And as Lin Yuan held the shirt in his hand, he could still faintly feel the warmth it had carried. It made him smile deeper—this girl, even her way of returning clothes could tug at your heart.

The moment Lin Yuan accepted the shirt from Chi Qian, two faint but distinct fragrances immediately tickled his senses.

The first was a soft, familiar scent—lavender. It was likely the fragrance of the laundry detergent she had used. Clean, subtle, and soothing.

The second scent, however, was different. It was a delicate citrus aroma—refreshing, light, yet tinged with a gentle sweetness. It wasn't from any detergent or fabric softener. This scent was more personal.

It was unmistakably Chi Qian's own natural fragrance.

Lin Yuan recognized it right away. A graceful blend of citrus sweetness layered over the floral calmness of lavender, creating a scent so gentle and elegant that it made one want to breathe it in again and again, to hold it in memory.

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