Chapter 47: The Urge to Conquer

To be honest, Lin Fan harbored a special affection for Falcon. Although he had already left, he couldn’t help but reminisce about his days there from time to time, cherishing every blade of grass and tree. People are creatures of emotion; though the nation had abandoned them years ago, Lin Fan had spent so many years living in Falcon that it was impossible to simply forget. Even during his years abroad, he still tried his best to have Dragon Soul assist the Chinese government whenever possible.

Feeling that matters had been more or less settled, Lin Fan made a few casual remarks before leaving. As for Mo Fei, he had already been sent off to protect Feifei, which Lin Fan felt quite assured about—Mo Fei was reliable when it came to such tasks.

While in the car, Lin Fan dialed Zhao Ying’s number. He originally wanted to invite her to join him for dinner and a stroll, but it seemed Zhao Ying was busy with work. Lin Fan didn’t insist, though he did remind her about the Zhen Tian Group’s auction the following evening.

At first, Zhao Ying thought Lin Fan had only agreed to Wei Liang in passing, but now that he was seriously planning to attend, she naturally decided to accompany him. After hanging up, the weight in Zhao Ying’s heart was finally lifted, and she felt inexplicably happy. Though it was just a phone call, it meant a great deal to her—it at least proved that Lin Fan still had her in his heart. Sometimes, she feared that Lin Fan would disappear as suddenly as he had appeared.

When Lin Fan returned home, it was already past ten. As he entered, Lin Yan was lying on the sofa watching television. Lin Fan changed into his slippers, glanced around the house, and asked, “Where’s Rui’er? She’s not back yet?”

“Oh, she’s upstairs,” Lin Yan replied absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on the Korean drama on the screen, not even glancing at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan truly didn’t understand why women these days were so enamored with Korean dramas, especially that one about “You Who Came from the Stars” and the so-called Professor Do. He honestly couldn’t see what was so handsome about the guy—certainly nothing compared to himself.

Suddenly, as if discovering some explosive piece of news, Lin Yan sat up abruptly on the sofa. Rui’er—he’s calling her so intimately after just one day? Could it be that the two of them have already…? She was about to interrogate her brother thoroughly, but when she turned, Lin Fan had already vanished.

Upstairs, Lin Fan walked to the door of Tang Rui’s bedroom, which was ajar. He peeked inside but didn’t see her. He wondered to himself, “Could she be deliberately avoiding me?”

“What are you doing here?” Tang Rui had just emerged from the bathroom in her bathrobe, catching sight of Lin Fan standing by her bedroom door.

There was no denying Tang Rui’s beauty at that moment—it was simply indescribable. Fresh from her bath, the air still carried her faint, elegant fragrance, which made one feel utterly refreshed. Her slightly damp black hair draped gently over her shoulders, accentuating the graceful lines of her neck.

However, her bathrobe was of that somewhat revealing kind, exposing a delicate expanse of snowy skin that seemed to ensnare Lin Fan’s gaze with a kind of magic.

At the sight, Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed, swallowing unconsciously as a mischievous smile played at the corner of his lips. “Why am I here? Don’t you know?” he teased, clearly alluding to what had happened earlier that day.

“Rascal,” Tang Rui scolded, giving him a light push before heading straight into her room. She had intended to lock him out, but for reasons she couldn’t explain, she let him follow her in.

To Lin Fan’s surprise, Tang Rui hadn’t bothered with slippers after her shower, walking barefoot across the carpet. His eyes were instantly drawn to her flawless, delicate feet.

Her feet were exquisite—dainty toes like scallion bulbs, nimble and charming. One could easily tell their owner was a beauty without even looking at her face.

“Small? You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? Be honest—do you think it’s ‘small’?” Lin Fan deliberately steered the conversation in that direction, leering at Tang Rui with a wicked grin, evidently confident in himself.

At his words, Tang Rui’s face flushed crimson, as memories of the first time she saw Lin Fan bathing—especially certain details—flashed through her mind. At the same time, the scene from her computer screen that afternoon surfaced unbidden, and she began comparing the two without realizing it.

“What’s wrong with me?” she kept asking herself.

Seeing the change in her expression, Lin Fan could guess what she was thinking. A triumphant smile tugged at his lips. “Well, why don’t you give me what you owe me? Sooner or later, it has to happen, so why not today?” he suggested boldly, convinced that with Tang Rui’s personality, she wouldn’t refuse. After all, only a fool would let such an opportunity slip by.

Hearing this, Tang Rui had to admit there was some logic to it. Though she felt reluctant to lose her first kiss just like that, she also knew how complicated the software was and how much Lin Fan had helped her. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse, especially since she had already promised him.

When it came to this, Tang Rui wasn’t one to go back on her word. Gathering her courage, she said, “Alright, just close your eyes first.”

Lin Fan chuckled, standing his ground and shutting his eyes—though he left a narrow slit to watch the hesitant and conflicted Tang Rui, hoping she might do something more while kissing him. There was no way he would obediently close his eyes at such a moment.

Tang Rui wore only a bathrobe, and Lin Fan suspected there was nothing beneath it, since he could vaguely glimpse something that would excite any man.

Standing over six feet tall, Lin Fan was a head taller than Tang Rui. Once she came closer, he was certain her “twin peaks” would be fully revealed to his eyes. The thought made his wicked smile deepen.

Tang Rui steeled herself and walked straight over to him—after all, it was just a kiss, nothing earth-shattering. She told herself it didn’t matter who she gave it to.

It must be said that aside from her exquisitely delicate face, Tang Rui’s figure was unrivaled. Though her bust couldn’t quite match Zhao Ying’s, it was close, and her hips were truly a masterpiece—God’s perfect creation!

At that moment, there was no trace of makeup on her, yet she possessed a natural, unadorned beauty. As she approached Lin Fan, her shyness and hesitation only made him more eager to conquer her.

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