{Chapter: 246 Playing with fire!}
'Did I just get wall slammed…?'
Jiang Rou stood frozen in place, stunned by the sheer boldness of what had just occurred. Lin Yuan's hand remained pressed firmly against the wall beside her head, his body dangerously close. She could feel the warm breath he exhaled gently brushing against her cheeks. The distance between their faces was so small it made her dizzy.
Her thoughts spun into chaos.
This… this is a wall slam…
If it had been any ordinary man who dared to do such a thing to her, one without Lin Yuan's face, charm, or aura—Jiang Rou would have slapped him across the face, called him a pervert, and stormed away in fury. Any girl with self-respect would have done the same.
But this situation wasn't ordinary. And Lin Yuan wasn't just any man.
His face alone was enough to make countless women blush and forget what they were saying mid-sentence. He carried himself with the calm arrogance of someone used to being in control, and right now, he was acting exactly like the domineering male leads Jiang Rou had read about in her favorite romantic novels.
In fact, this moment—the wall slam, the smirk, the closeness—was something Jiang Rou had imagined countless times. In her dreams, she had been pinned to the wall by a cold and domineering CEO, the kind who only showed a tender side to her. The face of that dream man had always been slightly blurred in her mind… until now.
Because in this moment, under the dim corridor light and the pressure of Lin Yuan's body so near hers, that blurred dream face began to morph. It took shape. And the features it settled into… were Lin Yuan's.
How can someone look so devilishly handsome… and yet so wicked at the same time?
Jiang Rou's heart began to pound uncontrollably, a wild rhythm that echoed in her ears. She felt a whirlwind of emotions stirring within her—panic, shyness, excitement, confusion, anticipation—all tangled together in a knot she couldn't begin to untangle.
She didn't even register what Lin Yuan was saying anymore. His voice, deep and calm, was background noise to the storm of feelings raging inside her.
All she could see was his face—his wicked grin, the spark in his eyes, the playful menace in his tone. Her pulse quickened, and her brain began to flood with chemicals—dopamine, adrenaline, serotonin—all blending into a heady cocktail of attraction and fantasy.
'What's happening to me?' she thought, stunned by her own reaction. 'Have I… really fallen for him?'
She wasn't thinking like a doctor anymore. Her scientific mind had checked out completely. Right now, Jiang Rou was acting more like the love-struck heroine of a melodramatic romance novel, seeing herself as the little wife pinned against the wall by her cold and powerful husband.
To Lin Yuan's credit, he still wore the perfect mask.
That dangerously charming smile curved at the corners of his lips.
That arrogant, confident air.
But beneath the surface, he was fighting off a very different feeling.
'This is ridiculous,' he thought to himself. 'How did I end up doing a kabedon straight out of a Korean romance drama?'
Still, Lin Yuan understood the effect it was having. Jiang Rou's reaction told him everything he needed to know. Her expression, the flush of her cheeks, the tremble in her breath—it was all falling into place.
The system's alerts confirmed it:
[Ding! Jiang Rou's favorability +5! Reward: 200 counterattack points!]
[Ding! Jiang Rou's favorability +5! Reward: 200 counterattack points!]
[Ding! Jiang Rou's favorability +5…]
The notifications rang continuously in Lin Yuan's mind, each one a reminder that this overly theatrical move was working better than he'd expected.
As cringey as it is… this kind of domineering CEO act is exactly her type. It's actually very effective.
Still, he felt a tinge of embarrassment burning at the edge of his composure. He wasn't someone who normally acted this way, but desperate times called for bold performances.
Now… what would a true CEO in a romance drama do next?
With that thought, Lin Yuan slowly removed the hand he had kept in his pocket and brought it up to her face. Gently—yet with enough firmness to leave no room for refusal—he lifted Jiang Rou's delicate chin between his fingers.
His voice lowered an octave, laced with teasing command. "Woman," he said slowly, his smile deepening, "didn't you hear what I asked you?"
He leaned in just slightly more.
"I'll ask again—did you see everything… just now?"
The light grip on her chin, the domineering words, that confident tone—it sent another rush of adrenaline through Jiang Rou's body.
This… This was exactly it!
His appearance, his identity, his status, even his attitude—everything at this moment seemed to fit the image of the domineering CEO from her dreams. It felt surreal.
She was so excited.
She couldn't contain her excitement anymore. It poured from her like light from an open window, warming her cheeks, making her tremble slightly with anticipation.
She wasn't just flustered—she was elated.
This was a fantasy come to life.
Although Jiang Rou's face was already flushed red from embarrassment—having never been this intimately close to a man in her life—she still nodded obediently. Her lips parted slightly as she spoke in a meek, soft voice: "W-What just happened… I saw it by accident…"
"I'm sorry," she added quickly, lowering her head, her voice trembling with a mix of anxiety and confusion.
Even she didn't know why she was apologizing.
After all, she hadn't intended to witness such a scandalous moment. It was Lin Yuan and Qiu Wanxi who had been far too bold, especially given that they were in a public place—a hospital, no less.
But under Lin Yuan's overwhelming presence, under the heavy and intoxicating aura he exuded like some living embodiment of a domineering CEO, Jiang Rou couldn't help but fold.
This delicate, elegant, and intellectual woman—once cold and reserved—had unknowingly taken on the role of the bashful little wife within just seconds of facing Lin Yuan's gaze.
It was ridiculous.
Too ridiculous.
And yet… Lin Yuan understood the situation very clearly.
It had everything to do with his staggering 200-point charisma stat.
That immense charm, backed by his flawless looks, impressive status, and intimidating aura, perfectly matched Jiang Rou's long-held fantasy of a dream man. Her idea of a powerful, controlling CEO—someone who took what he wanted and made no apologies.
If it had been anyone else behaving this way, Jiang Rou wouldn't have hesitated to whip out a scalpel and threaten them without blinking.
But Lin Yuan was different.
As this thought crossed his mind, Lin Yuan began replaying, in rapid detail, the scenes and lines of various domineering CEOs from the countless romantic novels he'd read to mimic them. Every gesture, every word, every tone—it all had to be perfect.
He leaned down slowly, his lips coming dangerously close to her ear.
Jiang Rou held her breath. She could feel the warmth of his body, the tickle of his breath brushing over the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.
Lin Yuan exhaled and whispered in a low, dangerous tone that sent shivers down her spine: "Woman, walking around early in the morning like this… you're playing with fire. And if you dare tell anyone what you saw… I'll ruin you. Understand?"
Even Lin Yuan, who had developed skin thicker than a castle wall from embarrassment immunity, felt his face heat up slightly. His heart clenched from second-hand shame just from saying those lines.
Still, he persisted.
Because to Jiang Rou—it worked.
Devastatingly well.
His breath against her skin made her knees weak. She felt like her body might melt into a puddle right then and there.
Her chest tightened, her heart pounded like a drum threatening to burst, and every nerve in her body trembled from the rush of adrenaline and desire. Lin Yuan's words echoed in her head again and again.
Jiang Rou bit her lower lip and nodded almost instinctively, her voice barely above a whisper: "O-Okay… Young Master Lin. I-I won't tell anyone… I promise…"
Her tone was one of submission, like a wife pledging loyalty to her tyrant husband. Just moments ago, she had regarded Lin Yuan as nothing more than a spoiled rich heir. But now… that perception had shattered.
She was swept into a fantasy she didn't even realize she had longed for so deeply.
Her breathing quickened. Her eyes, once cold and indifferent, now looked up at Lin Yuan with confusion, awe, and something dangerously close to infatuation. It made Lin Yuan pause for a moment.
He saw it in her eyes—that flicker of vulnerability, of raw emotion.
It stirred something faint in him.
But staying in character, he knew just speech and gestures wouldn't be enough. He had to go one step further to fully immerse her into this fantasy.
Without saying a word, Lin Yuan slowly let go of Jiang Rou's chin, his fingers brushing her skin lightly, deliberately, like he was teasing her.
Then, with measured elegance, he reached up to the side of her face and gently removed her black-rimmed glasses.
Jiang Rou's breath hitched.
The glasses had long been a part of her usual look—modest, intellectual, reserved. A subtle barrier between her and the world.
But as Lin Yuan removed them, her beauty—her real, untouched, unhidden beauty—was revealed in full.
His eyes narrowed slightly, surprised.
Her skin, devoid of makeup, was smooth, pale, and radiant like polished porcelain. Her soft cheeks had dark pink flush. Her eyes—now unobscured—were large, expressive, and glimmering with moisture. Her lips were parted slightly, pink and supple, like delicate petals blooming in spring.
Her nose, though petite, stood firm and elegant, and her overall facial features combined to form a kind of quiet, refined beauty that books and movies could never quite capture.
Jiang Rou instinctively closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
She could feel his gaze all over her—examining, admiring, devouring.
Her breath quickened again. Her entire body tensed in anticipation. Something was about to happen. Something she wasn't ready for, but also didn't want to escape from.
Her cheeks flushed deeper as she clenched her fists slightly against her coat.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan was not polite…
And Lin Yuan…
He didn't hesitate.
He leaned forward—
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