Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 5: Chrysanthemum Tea

When Yang Chen walked out of the police station with a hint of confusion, he couldn't understand why a lawyer he had never met would come to bail him out. Moreover, judging by the police station's attitude, this lawyer had a very powerful background.

At the entrance of the police station, Attorney Zhang, whose hair was white and who wore gold-rimmed glasses, shook hands solemnly with Cai Yan. "Thank you, Director Cai, for your cooperation. It's rare for someone as young as you to become the head of the West District Police Station. You are truly magnanimous."

At this moment, Cai Yan maintained a composed and formal smile on her beautiful face, as cold as frost. "Attorney Zhang is a senior figure in Zhonghai's legal community. Naturally, we juniors must treat him with special respect." Although she was speaking to Attorney Zhang, Cai Yan couldn't help but glance at Yang Chen, who was stretching lazily nearby.

Cai Yan hadn't expected Attorney Zhang to suddenly arrive and bail out Yang Chen. Even though Attorney Zhang didn't reveal who his employer was, anyone capable of enlisting such a senior and respected lawyer was definitely a significant figure in Zhonghai City. For such a person to intervene for Yang Chen, a small-time skewer vendor at the market, confirmed her suspicion that Yang Chen had an extraordinary background.

After leaving the police station courtyard, Yang Chen smiled modestly at Attorney Zhang. "Well... thank you for your help, Attorney Zhang. Otherwise, I'd have been stuck 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 embarrassed smile, Attorney Zhang felt a twinge of curiosity. Initially, he didn't understand why he had been asked to bail out this young man, but now that he met him, he noticed something exceptional. Yang Chen's calm demeanor in the police station and his relaxed attitude after getting out, coupled with his joking nature, suggested that this young man had an extraordinary bearing.

Putting aside his initial disdain, Attorney Zhang chuckled. "No need to thank me, Mr. Yang. I am merely fulfilling a task entrusted to me. The person you should thank is ahead."

Following Attorney Zhang's pointed direction, Yang Chen suddenly saw a red car parked in the parking lot by the roadside.

With just a glance, Yang Chen was immediately intrigued. The car was a rare Bentley Arnage in China. This British car represented a kind of noble, royal demeanor. The lowest price in China exceeded 4 million yuan. Anyone casually driving such a car would certainly have a net worth in the billions.

After bidding farewell to Attorney Zhang, Yang Chen leisurely sauntered over to the Bentley. As he glanced at the driver's seat, his gaze couldn't be pulled away. With a light chuckle, he said, "Is it you?"

Seated on the black leather seat was an urban beauty in a pristine white chiffon dress. She leaned back gracefully, her jet-black hair meticulously styled in a high bun. Her exquisite and radiant face was partly hidden by a large pair of crystal-framed sunglasses. The stark contrast between the sunglasses and her snow-white skin exuded an aura of aloofness and coldness, yet her beauty was enough to make one's heart tremble.

The car window was rolled down, and the beauty, without sparing Yang Chen a glance, said coolly, "Get in."

Yang Chen, unbothered by her coldness, got into the car with a grin. He made himself comfortable, adjusting the seat height and width as if he were meeting an old friend. "You left so abruptly this morning. I was curious if I would ever see you again. I didn't expect you to come to the police station so soon to bail me out. Is this fate?"

This beauty was the same stranger Yang Chen had an intimate encounter with the previous night. Seeing her frosty expression now, Yang Chen couldn't help but recall their wild night together. The stark contrast in her demeanor amused him, prompting a playful mood.

"If you don't speak, no one will mistake you for a mute."

Not wasting any more words on Yang Chen, the woman stepped on the gas, and the car swiftly left the police station. About ten minutes later, they stopped at a café by the West District Plaza.

After walking past a massive fountain, Yang Chen followed the silent woman into the café. It seemed they had reserved a private room. Guided by a waiter, they arrived at a secluded corner on the second floor, where large, lush green plants provided a serene and quiet atmosphere.

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

It appeared she was a regular. Removing her sunglasses, the woman revealed a face so stunning it would make most men's blood surge. With a calm demeanor, she said, "Blue Mountain coffee, with milk, no sugar."

Yang Chen flipped through the menu several times, furrowing his brow in thought. Finally, he smiled broadly and said, "Umm... I'll have a cup of chrysanthemum tea to cool down. Just the cheapest one, nothing fancy."

The male waiter's smile froze for a moment, and he awkwardly replied, "Sir, we are a coffee shop. We don't have tea, let alone chrysanthemum tea..."

"In that case, just water. Do I have to pay for water?" Yang Chen asked in distress.

"Um... we do have water, but sir, do you really only want water?" The waiter looked at Yang Chen strangely, unable to comprehend why a guest accompanied by such a goddess-like figure would only order water.

The woman, who had been gazing out the window with indifference, suddenly glanced at Yang Chen and said to the waiter, "Give him a cup of Neapolitan, American style."

"Of course, Miss Lin," the waiter hastily retreated as if granted a reprieve.

Yang Chen's face fell. "I mean... Miss Lin, your surname is Lin, right? Miss Lin, I don't have money, and you're ordering me something like Neapolitan, which costs hundreds of yuan per cup. I sell thousands of skewers of lamb skewers!"

"I'm treating you," the woman said, her brows furrowing in annoyance.

"It's not about whether you're treating me or not. It's about my income not allowing me to drink such high-end coffee. Besides, as a fully functioning, literate man, how can I, a man, accept coffee from a girl like you? You should know, although my family is poor, I'm still an upright person, not a petty thief or swindler. If I want to drink coffee, I'll earn money to buy it myself. But actually, I don't even like coffee that much..."

"It's me treating you, not you begging," the woman said somewhat exasperatedly, taking a step back. She didn't expect so much fuss just to invite someone for a cup of coffee.

However, Yang Chen's face was serious, and he spoke solemnly, "Miss Lin, as the ancients said, a gentleman does not eat food obtained by begging. This is your charity to me. It's okay if you look down on my income or my social status. Yes, I'm just a lamb skewer vendor. But you can't insult my character or trample on my dignity..."

"Enough!!!"

Miss Lin suddenly slammed the table and stood up, her ample chest heaving. "Are you done? I don't have time to listen to your nonsensical rambling!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Chen, who had been incessantly talking, immediately stopped as if he were a different person. A smug smile appeared on his face. "Miss Lin, is this better? You're so young, you should have more emotions. Stop always putting on a stoic face. I think you look much prettier when you're angry than when you're being cold."

"You..." Lacking any semblance of ladylike demeanor, 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 need to talk to you about something."

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