Chapter 8

When Yang Chen walked out of the police station with a slightly embarrassed look, he couldn't figure out why a lawyer he had never met would bail him out. Moreover, from the attitude of the police, it was clear that this lawyer had a very deep background.

At the police station entrance, the white-haired lawyer Zhang, wearing wire-rimmed glasses, shook hands with Chief Cai Yan with great solemnity, "Thank you, Chief Cai, for your cooperation. It's rare to see someone so young as you take the top position in the West District Police Station. You are indeed magnanimous."

At this moment, Cai Yan maintained a dignified and solemn expression, her beautiful face wearing a formal smile, "Lawyer Zhang is a respected senior in the legal community of Zhonghai. We, the younger generation, should naturally treat you with the utmost respect." Although she was speaking to Lawyer Zhang, Cai Yan's eyes involuntarily glanced at Yang Chen, who was stretching and yawning nearby.

Cai Yan never expected that Lawyer Zhang would suddenly visit to bail out Yang Chen. Although Lawyer Zhang didn't reveal who had hired him, the person who could engage such a seasoned and elderly lawyer must be a prominent figure in Zhonghai City. For such a person to intervene on behalf of Yang Chen, a small vendor selling lamb skewers at the market, it seemed her suspicions were correct—Yang Chen had an extraordinary background.

After leaving the police station, Yang Chen smiled humbly at Lawyer Zhang, "Thank you, great lawyer, for your help. Otherwise, I would have had to stay in the interrogation room for two days. You don't know, I promised to visit a friend's house tonight. What a headache..."

Seeing Yang Chen's awkward smile, Lawyer Zhang became curious. He originally didn't understand why that person had asked him to bail out this young man, but now, upon meeting him, he found him quite extraordinary. Just from his calm demeanor in the police station and his composed attitude after being released, not to mention his ability to joke around, this young man definitely had an exceptional presence.

Putting aside his initial condescension, Lawyer Zhang chuckled, "Mr. Yang, you don't need to thank me. I was just doing my duty. The person you should thank is waiting for you."

Following Lawyer Zhang's gesture, Yang Chen suddenly saw a red car parked in the roadside parking lot.

Yang Chen glanced at it and immediately became interested. The car was a rare Bentley Arnage, a British car that exuded a regal and dignified aura. The lowest price in Huaxia was over 40,000, and to drive such a car casually, one had to be worth at least a few hundred million.

After bidding farewell to Lawyer Zhang, Yang Chen slowly approached the Bentley. He glanced into the driver's seat and couldn't look away, smiling lightly, "It's you?"

On the pure black leather seats, a beautiful woman in a white chiffon dress sat with a serene expression. Her long, black hair was neatly tied up, and her exquisite face was adorned with a large-framed crystal sunglasses, covering half of her face. The contrast between the sunglasses and her snow-white skin exuded a sense of aloofness and coldness, yet her beauty was breathtaking.

The car window was lowered, and the woman didn't even look at Yang Chen, saying coolly, "Get in."

Yang Chen didn't hesitate, grinning as he got into the car and adjusted the seat for comfort, his face showing the warmth of seeing an old friend, "You just left this morning, and I was wondering if I'd ever see you again. I didn't expect you to come to the police station to bail me out so quickly. Is this fate?"

This beautiful woman was a stranger to Yang Chen. Seeing her cold expression, he recalled their passionate night together, which seemed like a completely different person, and he felt a bit playful.

"Silence doesn't mean you're a mute."

Without further ado, the woman stepped on the gas, and the car quickly left the police station. About ten minutes later, they stopped at a café near the West District Square.

After passing the large fountain, Yang Chen followed the silent woman into the café. It seemed they had a reserved private room. Following the waiter's guidance, they arrived at a quiet corner on the second floor, surrounded by lush green plants, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

"Miss Lin, sir, what would you like to drink?" the polite waiter asked with a smile.

It seemed they were regulars. The woman removed her sunglasses, revealing a face that would make most men's hearts race, and said coolly, "Blue Mountain coffee, with milk, no sugar."

Yang Chen flipped through the menu a few times, frowning in thought, and then smiled, "I'll have a chrysanthemum tea to cool down. Not the best, just the cheapest."

The waiter's smile froze, and he replied awkwardly, "Sir, we are a coffee shop, and we don't serve tea, especially not chrysanthemum tea..."

"Then just water. Does water cost money?" Yang Chen asked, looking troubled.

"Uh... we have water, but sir, do you really just want water?" The waiter looked at Yang Chen strangely, unable to understand how a friend of such a goddess-like figure would order just water.

The woman, who had been staring out the window coldly, suddenly glanced at Yang Chen and said to the waiter, "Give him a Naples, American style."

"Sure, Miss Lin." The waiter hurriedly retreated, relieved.

Yang Chen's face showed a mix of sadness, "Miss... you're Miss Lin, right? Miss Lin, I don't have money. A Naples costs hundreds of yuan. I'd have to sell thousands of lamb skewers to afford it!"

"I'm inviting you," the woman said, frowning impatiently.

"This isn't about whether you're inviting me or not. My income doesn't allow me to drink such high-end coffee. Besides, I'm a healthy, literate man. How can I take advantage of a young lady's offer to buy me coffee? You should know, although I'm poor, I'm still a decent person, not a swindler. If I want coffee, I'll earn the money to buy it myself. But to be honest, I don't really like coffee..."

"I'm inviting you, not you taking advantage of me," the woman said, exasperated, feeling frustrated that inviting someone for coffee could be so complicated.

But Yang Chen's face was serious, and he said solemnly, "Miss Lin, as the ancients said, a gentleman does not eat food offered with contempt. This is your charity. It's fine if you look down on my income or my social status. I'm just a small vendor selling lamb skewers. But you can't insult my dignity or trample on my self-respect..."

"Enough!!!"

Miss Lin slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her full chest heaving, "Are you done? I don't have time for all this nonsense!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Chen, who had been talking nonstop, immediately stopped, his face showing a hint of smugness, "Miss Lin, that's better. You're young, so be a bit more expressive. Don't always have a stern face. I think you look much prettier when you're angry."

"You..." Without any ladylike grace, Miss Lin plopped back into her seat, her sparkling almond eyes glaring at Yang Chen, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Now, I have something to discuss with you."