When Yang Chen walked out of the police station, feeling a bit bewildered, he couldn't understand why a lawyer he had never met would bail him out. Furthermore, judging by the police station's attitude, this lawyer had a very strong background.
At the entrance of the police station, Lawyer Zhang, with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses, shook hands with Cai Yan solemnly, "Thank you, Chief Cai, for your cooperation. It's rare for Chief Cai to be the head of the West District Police Station at such a young age. You're truly magnanimous."
Cai Yan's expression was reserved and solemn at this moment, a formal smile icy and cold on her pretty face. "Lawyer Zhang is a veteran in the entire Zhonghai legal community. As juniors, we must of course treat him with special respect and courtesy." Even as she spoke to Lawyer Zhang, Cai Yan's eyes couldn't help but glance at Yang Chen, who was lounging and stretching nearby. Cai Yan never expected that it would be Lawyer Zhang who would suddenly visit and request bail out Yang Chen. Although Lawyer Zhang wouldn't reveal the identity of his employer, anyone who could employ this elderly, veteran lawyer must be a prominent figure in Zhonghai City. For such a figure to actually speak up for Yang Chen, a street vendor selling mutton skewers at the market, it seemed her suspicions were correct—Yang Chen's background was extraordinary.
After leaving the police station compound, Yang Chen said to Lawyer Zhang with a humble smile, "Well... Thank you for your help, Lawyer. Otherwise, I would have had to spend two days in the interrogation room. You don't know, I also agreed to visit a friend tonight. It's a headache..."
Looking at Yang Chen's awkward smile, Lawyer Zhang felt a little curious. He hadn't understood why that person would ask him to bail out this young man, but now that he saw him, he saw that there was indeed something extraordinary about him. Judging from his calm demeanor in the police station, his composure after being released, and his willingness to joke around, this young man definitely possessed an extraordinary demeanor. Putting aside his contempt, Lawyer Zhang chuckled, "Mr. Yang, there's no need to thank me. One should be loyal to the person who entrusted them with the task. The person to thank is already here."
Following the direction Lawyer Zhang pointed, Yang Chen suddenly saw a red car parked in the roadside parking lot.
Yang Chen took a quick glance and was immediately intrigued. The car was a Bentley Arnage, a rare sight in China. This British car embodies a sense of royal elegance. The lowest price in China is over 4 million. To be able to drive such a car on the road, it's a stretch to assume one's worth isn't several hundred million.
After bidding farewell to Lawyer Zhang, Yang Chen slowly sauntered to the side of the Bentley. A quick glance towards the driver's seat captivated him, and he chuckled softly, "Is that you?"
On the pure black leather seat, a city beauty in a pristine white pleated dress sat reclining, her face as clear as clear water. Her raven hair was neatly tied up high, and her delicate and beautiful face was half-hidden by a pair of large-framed crystal sunglasses. The sunglasses formed a stark contrast with Saixue's complexion, exuding a sense of aloofness and indifference, yet also a beauty that made one's heart tremble.
The car window was rolled down, and the beauty didn't even spare Yang Chen a glance, saying calmly, "Get in."
Yang Chen didn't hesitate, chuckling as he got in the car. He shifted his hips comfortably, adjusting the seat height and spaciousness, with the warm expression of meeting an old friend. "You left like that this morning. I was curious if I could run into you again, but I didn't expect you to come to the police station so soon to help me post bail. Is this fate?"
This beauty was actually a stranger who had just had s*x with Yang Chen. Seeing her frosty expression, Yang Chen recalled their passionate night together. She looked completely different, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to joke.
"No one thinks you're dumb if you don't speak."
Without further ado, the woman stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly left the police station. About ten minutes later, it stopped at a coffee shop beside the Xicheng District Square. Passing the huge fountain, Yang Chen followed the silent woman into the coffee shop. They seemed to have booked a small private room. Following the waiter's instructions, the two of them arrived at a secluded corner on the second floor. Several large emerald green plants framed the area, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.
"Miss Lin, sir, what would you like to drink?" the polite male waiter asked with a smile.
Seemingly a regular, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a stunning face that would make most men's blood boil. The woman surnamed Lin said calmly, "Blue Mountain, with milk, no sugar."
Yang Chen flipped through the menu for several pages, frowning as he pondered. He grinned, "Well... a cup of chrysanthemum tea, please. It'll cool you down. Not the best kind, just the cheapest."
The male waiter's smile froze, and he replied awkwardly, "Sir, this is a coffee shop. We don't have tea, let alone chrysanthemum tea..."
"Then a glass of water? Does it cost money?" Yang Chen asked anxiously. "Um... there's water, but sir, is that all you really need?" The waiter looked at Yang Chen with a strange look in his eyes. He seemed unable to understand why a friend who came with this goddess-like figure would be the one ordering water.
The woman, who had been staring indifferently out the window, suddenly glanced at Yang Chen and said to the waiter, "Give him a Neapolitan, American style."
"Okay, Miss Lin." The waiter hurriedly retreated as if he had been pardoned.
Yang Chen's face was filled with sorrow. "I say... Miss, your last name is Lin, right? Miss Lin, I don't have any money. What kind of Neapolitan can you give me? It's a few hundred yuan a cup, and I sell thousands of lamb skewers!"
"It's your treat," the woman said impatiently, frowning. "It's not a question of whether you treat me or not. My income doesn't allow me to drink coffee of this quality. Besides, I'm a healthy, well-educated man. How could I possibly covet a girl like you to treat me to coffee? You know, even though my family is poor, I'm still a decent person, not a swindler. If I want coffee, of course I have to earn it myself. But to be honest, I don't really like coffee..."
"I'm treating you, not you coveting me," the woman said, a little frustrated, taking a step back. Treating someone to coffee is such a waste of words. But Yang Chen's face was filled with seriousness. He said solemnly, "Miss Lin, the ancients said, 'A gentleman doesn't eat food given out of pity.' You're giving me alms. It's okay if you look down on my income, and it's okay if you look down on my social status. Yes, I'm just a mutton kebab vendor. But you can't insult my personality and trample on my pride..."
"Enough!!!"
The beautiful Lin slammed the table and stood up, her plump chest heaving. "Are you done yet? I don't have time to waste on this nonsense!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chen, who had been chattering away, suddenly stopped. He seemed like a different person, a smug smile on his face. "Miss Lin, isn't this the right thing to do? You're young, so you should be more emotional. Don't always have such a stern face. I think your angry expression is much more beautiful than your cold one." "You…" Without any ladylike demeanor, the beautiful Lin sat back in her seat, her pair of sparkling almond-shaped eyes glaring at Yang Chen, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Now, I have something to discuss with you.