Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 270 Special massages?!}

The hands were already on his shoulders.

Although overwhelmed with embarrassment, Chi Qian began to massage Lin Yuan seriously.

Her hands were incredibly soft—so smooth and delicate that Lin Yuan could distinctly feel their gentle texture even through the fabric of his shirt.

With every light press and stroke, Lin Yuan felt waves of comfort radiate through his body. It was a sensation that made him close his eyes in contentment.

But Chi Qian's hands were not just soft—they were surprisingly strong. Despite the sparring match they had just finished, her movements were firm and practiced, as if she had done this many times before.

This was the first time Lin Yuan had received a massage from Chi Qian, yet it was already clear to him—she was very good at it.

He had previously enjoyed massages from Yan Ruyue, whose hands were also delicate and warm. But in comparison, Chi Qian's touch had more substance behind it. Her strength gave her an edge.

"Ah, yes… Master Chi… a little stronger…" Lin Yuan said with a grin, giving instructions while relishing her touch.

"Move down a bit... no, not there—up a little more… Yes, right there! That's perfect…"

With the soft, skilled movements of Chi Qian's jade-like hands, Lin Yuan completely surrendered to the moment. He leaned back and let himself be immersed in the comfort, even closing his eyes as he savored the experience.

Watching Lin Yuan relax so smugly, Chi Qian—usually so refined and dignified—gritted her teeth in frustration.

Lin Yuan let out a satisfied sigh and teased her again, "Master Chi, you're such a talented masseuse. If you're willing, I'll hire you for three thousand a month. Just give me massages like this every day, how about it?"

Chi Qian didn't say a word. Instead, she smiled sweetly and immediately pressed harder—much harder.

"Ouch! Hey, hey! That hurts!" Lin Yuan flinched and quickly turned to look at her.

Seeing him wince in pain made Chi Qian feel much better. Her lips curled into a small, victorious smile.

She had been constantly outwitted and put at a disadvantage whenever she interacted with Lin Yuan, so getting a little payback—even just a pinch of pain—brought her a certain sense of satisfaction.

After that moment of vengeance, Chi Qian eased her strength again and resumed the massage with her usual gentle but firm rhythm. Lin Yuan stopped teasing her and simply enjoyed the moment in silence.

A few minutes later, Chi Qian slowly pulled her hands back and spoke softly, "Alright, the time is almost up. Shanshan should be done with her exam soon. Let's go find her."

"Mm." Lin Yuan nodded in agreement, feeling both relaxed and refreshed from her massage.

Chi Qian had indeed used just the right amount of pressure, leaving his muscles feeling pleasantly loose and his body in a good state.

The two tidied themselves up and left the WuShi Fighting Club together.

Outside, Lin Yuan drove his custom Rolls-Royce Phantom, taking Chi Qian back to the Jiangbei Conservatory of Music.

By the time they arrived, many students had already finished their classes and were walking along the wide campus roads.

Most of the students at Jiangbei Conservatory came from affluent families, but even among them, Lin Yuan's luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom stood out dramatically.

It wasn't just any Phantom—it was a fully customized edition, worth tens of millions. Naturally, it drew plenty of attention.

Groups of students couldn't help but stop and stare. Some even took out their phones to sneak a few pictures.

Lin Yuan paid no mind to their curiosity and continued driving calmly.

With Chi Qian navigating, he soon arrived at the examination building where Yu Shanshan had taken her entrance test.

However, Yu Shanshan was nowhere to be seen.

Frowning slightly, Chi Qian glanced around before turning to Lin Yuan. "I told Shanshan to meet us here after her exam, but maybe something delayed her. I'll go up and look for her."

"Alright," Lin Yuan nodded, glancing casually at the building entrance.

It was already the end of the class hours, and streams of students were coming in and out of the building, their chatter filling the air like the background music of a campus coming alive.

Lin Yuan turned his head slightly to glance at Chi Qian, who sat elegantly beside him in the car. With a calm expression, he said, "There are quite a lot of people here. Let me go up with you."

Chi Qian nodded gently. "Alright."

With that, she pushed open the car door and stepped out gracefully.

Earlier, the moment Lin Yuan's custom Rolls Royce Phantom had pulled up in front of the building, it had already caught plenty of attention. The sleek, custom body, glittering in the afternoon sun, drew the eyes of nearly every student passing by. Even though many of the students came from affluent families, the presence of a top-tier luxury car like this was still rare enough to warrant long glances.

They didn't have the courage to openly take photos—not here, not in front of everyone—but that didn't stop them from gawking and whispering to each other.

And when Chi Qian exited the vehicle, even more attention followed.

The moment her slender, porcelain-like arms stretched out of the car and her figure emerged with elegance and confidence, many boys simply stared—dumbfounded. Her flowing black hair shimmered under the light, and her calm, dignified expression made her look like someone straight out of a movie. The combination of a luxurious car and an ethereal beauty was more than enough to make her the center of attention.

Some students quickly recognized her.

"Wait… isn't that Chi Qian? The school flower of the Jiangbei Conservatory of Music?"

Whispers began to spread like wildfire.

"She usually keeps such a low profile… Who would've thought she'd be stepping out of a Rolls Royce?!"

"Does her family own a mine or something?"

"I thought she was just a quiet, elegant type—turns out she might be rich too!"

"The goddess was pretending to be one of us, huh…"

Their voices buzzed with a mixture of astonishment, curiosity, and—unsurprisingly—envy.

Chi Qian was known for her beauty and musical talent, but she rarely spoke about her background. Many assumed she lived modestly. Her appearance now—gracefully stepping out of a luxury car—challenged all those assumptions.

Some girls immediately grew envious. Others were quick to throw snide remarks.

"She probably borrowed the car."

"Maybe it's just a photo op—trying to show off."

Chi Qian, however, was completely unfazed. She had long grown used to being at the center of discussions, whether flattering or critical. Her heart didn't waver, and her face remained calm and composed, as serene as the surface of a still lake.

To the crowd, she was an enigma—impossible to reach and impossible to judge.

Only those close to her, like Lin Yuan and Yu Shanshan, knew the real Chi Qian beneath the elegance.

A moment later, Lin Yuan stepped out of the car as well, intent on walking with her to find Yu Shanshan.

The moment the driver's side door of the Phantom opened, the crowd's attention shifted again.

Their eyes, which had been locked onto Chi Qian, now turned with anticipation. Most of them had already formed a mental image: a balding, obese middle-aged tycoon with a thick gold chain and cigar in hand would emerge. That was the only explanation that would help them cope with Chi Qian being in such a luxurious car. That way, they could chalk it up to a beauty trading youth for wealth. It would make them feel better about themselves, give them a sense of superiority—moral or otherwise.

But life doesn't always deliver what people expect.

Instead of an aging businessman, a tall and strikingly handsome young man stepped out.

Wearing a crisp black suit that seemed tailored to perfection, Lin Yuan exuded a refined aura, calm yet commanding. His facial features were sharp and well-defined, and his dark eyes carried an air of unapproachable confidence. His mere presence was enough to silence the crowd for a moment.

The quiet turned to disbelief.

"Who... who is that?!"

"Wait—he's so good-looking! Is he a celebrity?"

"No way! That can't be her boyfriend… right?"

The boys' expressions turned bitter, and the girls' eyes widened in disbelief.

Chi Qian, the goddess of Jiangbei Conservatory, didn't step out of a car owned by a sugar daddy—but by a man who looked every bit as divine as she did.

Perfect car. Perfect man. Perfect woman.

For those who had secretly hoped that Chi Qian's elegance was all a façade hiding a transactional relationship, the truth hit hard.

No excuses. No fantasies. Just the kind of reality that made them question their own place in the world.

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