{Chapter: 309 Trick!}
Limited Edition Bugatti Veyron!
The moment those words echoed in the crowd, it was as if time had paused.
Audi? Land Rover? Porsche?
Those names—once proudly flaunted just moments ago—now sounded like toys in comparison. Their once-vaunted vehicles were instantly overshadowed. The difference in class, style, and sheer extravagance was overwhelming. This wasn't just a car—it was a symbol. A declaration of a different world entirely.
Old Qin, Old Wang, and Old Yue stood rooted in place, their jaws nearly hitting the pavement.
"Holy mother of—! That's a Bugatti Veyron, isn't it? And if I'm not mistaken, it's one of the ultra-rare global limited editions!" Old Wang exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.
"I saw a report about it once," Old Qin added, "I think it costs around fifty million yuan…"
"Fifty million?! Just for a car?! That's like driving a freaking diamond on wheels!" Old Yue muttered, stunned.
"No kidding. Just look at that finish. Even the air around it feels expensive…"
The parents, who had just been comparing luxury brands with smug smiles and hearty laughs, were now gathered in stunned silence, staring at the gleaming silver machine like it was some celestial chariot sent from heaven.
In Jiangbei, there were indeed a lot of wealthy individuals. But this car—this car belonged to an entirely different echelon. Even the rich had hierarchies, and whoever owned this Bugatti Veyron wasn't just wealthy… they were in a league of their own.
"Could this person be our boss? Or even our boss's boss?" someone whispered nervously.
They all instinctively straightened up, smoothing their clothes and fixing their expressions, preparing to greet whoever was about to emerge. Perhaps, if luck was on their side, they could make a good impression. After all, knowing someone like this could open doors beyond imagination.
'More connections, more opportunities,' they all silently thought. Even if they couldn't befriend the person, simply being familiar might one day prove valuable.
Under the watchful, curious gazes of the growing crowd, the door of the silver Bugatti Veyron finally opened.
Out stepped a girl—no older than a teenager—clutching a pink designer handbag. She wore a pastel-colored dress adorned with delicate embroidery, her long black hair tied in a ponytail with a silk ribbon. Her appearance was both innocent and enchanting, the type of beauty that radiated warmth and youthfulness.
For a brief moment, everyone was stunned yet again.
Could this girl be the owner?
"Impossible," someone muttered, breaking the silence. "She doesn't even look like she's old enough to drive."
Indeed, it only took a second to realize that the girl had gotten out of the passenger seat.
So, naturally, every eye turned to the driver's side.
When the other door opened, and the driver stepped out, time seemed to slow down for the second time that morning.
Out came a man—young, tall, and sharply dressed in a perfectly tailored custom black suit. His custom leather shoes gleamed in the sunlight, and his posture radiated confidence. His hair was brushed neatly, and his face… his face was enough to make hearts skip a beat.
Too young to be an old tycoon. Too refined to be a bodyguard. Too charismatic to be a chauffeur.
This man didn't just wear the expensive suit. He owned it. And from the way he stepped out, there was no doubt—he was the owner of that Bugatti Veyron.
Old Wang nudged his companions. "Old Qin, Old Yue, do either of you recognize this guy? I don't think I've ever seen him before in Jiangbei's business circles."
Old Yue shook his head slowly. "No… and someone who drives this car should at least be familiar. But he's too young… none of the big shots I know match his age or face."
"And did you notice… he's damn good-looking too," Old Qin added bitterly.
The group of middle-aged men grumbled softly among themselves, half in awe, half in envy.
But it wasn't just the parents whose attention had been captured.
Nearby, a group of teenage girls—dressed in stylish clothing, fresh-faced and eager for their futures at the prestigious Jiangbei Conservatory of Music—couldn't take their eyes off the young man either.
"Who is that? He's absolutely gorgeous! Please tell me he's a new student here!" one girl whispered, her cheeks already flushed.
"He might be! What if he ends up in our class? I swear, I'll fight anyone who tries to sit next to him!" another girl declared.
"Forget class—I'm going to marry him. I don't care if he's older. I mean, did you see that car? My dad said it's worth fifty million yuan! And that face? My God… he looks like a prince out of a fantasy movie!"
"Even if he's not a student, maybe he's a guardian or older brother. That still means he might come around often, right?"
"True! And he doesn't have a ring on his finger! I checked."
A chorus of giggles followed as they began whispering excitedly among themselves, each one already planning their fantasy love story.
In an instant, Lin Yuan had become the center of attention—both admired and envied by men and women alike. He hadn't said a word yet, but his presence alone had completely shifted the atmosphere at the gate of Jiangbei Conservatory of Music.
A wave of admiration rippled through the crowd.
Countless girls around the entrance of the Jiangbei Conservatory of Music gasped softly in awe, eyes glued to the striking figure who had just stepped out of the gleaming silver Bugatti Veyron.
Among those girls were a pair of slim, identical twins—both petite, with youthful, doll-like features that made them stand out even in a crowd. At this moment, their gaze naturally landed on Lin Yuan.
The twin with the double ponytails reacted just like the rest of the infatuated girls—eyes wide, cheeks slightly flushed, lips parted in astonishment. A glimmer of something dreamy, almost starstruck, flickered in her gaze as she stared intently at Lin Yuan. Clearly, she had been swept away by the man's charm and presence.
On the other hand, her sister—who wore her hair in a single ponytail—also looked at Lin Yuan, but her face remained impassive. Her calm and composed expression stood in stark contrast to her twin's 'giddy' excitement. There was no visible emotion, as if she were quietly analyzing him rather than admiring him.
Lin Yuan, meanwhile, remained completely unaffected by the attention. He was already used to being in the limelight.
From the moment he stepped out of the Veyron, he knew such a scene would unfold. The car alone was enough to draw every pair of eyes. But it wasn't just the car—it was his aura, his posture, and his looks. Even surrounded by luxury and admiration, Lin Yuan's expression didn't waver. His elegance came not from arrogance, but from being thoroughly used to excellence.
After gently closing the car door, Lin Yuan turned to the delicate girl beside him and gave a small smile. "Qingtong, hand me your violin case. I'll carry it for you."
Gui Qingtong, dressed in a light pastel dress with her pink school bag clenched tightly, blinked at him before giving a shy smile.
Today was her final review at the conservatory. Although her focus was vocals, she had brought her violin just in case. It wasn't her primary instrument, but being proficient in multiple instruments was always a plus for talented students like her.
"Ahem... ahem... ahem..." she coughed softly, handing her violin case to Lin Yuan with both hands.
Lin Yuan furrowed his brow with concern as he took the case from her. "You're coughing again. Seems like you caught a bit of a cold. Didn't I remind you to switch to a thicker quilt last night? You always sleep with that thin one."
Gui Qingtong smiled sheepishly, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "You did remind me, Dad Lin Yuan... I just forgot."
Lin Yuan gave a gentle sigh and reached into his pocket. "It won't affect your review, right? Here, I brought some medicine. It's not too strong, just enough to help ease the cough. Even if it's a mild cold, you should still take care of yourself."
"I'll be fine," Qingtong replied sweetly. "Technically, I didn't even need to attend today—I was already exempted. But I wanted to be part of the review experience anyway. Just for formality."
Still, she reached out to take the medicine. But after a moment's hesitation, she pulled her hand back and looked up at him with sparkling eyes.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Lin Yuan asked, confused. "Not going to take it? If you're being naughty again, I'll have to give you a good spanking." He narrowed his eyes playfully.
Qingtong shook her head quickly. "No, no! It's not that I won't take it… But as a responsible father, shouldn't you feed the medicine to me directly?"
Her tone was teasing, her eyes filled with mischief. There was a coyness to her smile that made Lin Yuan chuckle despite himself.
"All right, all right," Lin Yuan said, chuckling as he gave in. "I'll feed it to you. You little trickster."
He gently brought the medicine to her lips.
Qingtong parted her lips slightly and obediently accepted the pill. But before Lin Yuan could pull his hand away, her warm, pink tongue suddenly darted out and gave the tip of his finger a quick, playful lick.
Lin Yuan was momentarily stunned.
Before he could react, Gui Qingtong grinned triumphantly, clearly proud of catching him off guard.
That had clearly been her real goal all along.
Helplessly, Lin Yuan gave a wry smile and reached out to pinch the soft, pale tips of her ears.
The girls standing nearby, who had been watching everything unfold with bated breath, all felt their hearts tremble.
The interaction was too flirtatious, too tender, too... perfect.
That shy but bold move from Gui Qingtong, paired with Lin Yuan's gentle reaction, had struck a blow to the hearts of every lovestruck girl watching.
They could only watch with envy.
They imagined themselves in Qingtong's place. If only they were the one being doted on... if only it was their ear being gently pinched...
Gui Qingtong noticed the envious expressions and gave a proud little snort, clearly satisfied with herself. She then clung to Lin Yuan's arm and declared loudly, "Brother Lin Yuan... I mean, Dad Lin Yuan! Let's go!"
"Let's go." Lin Yuan smiled and allowed her to wrap her arms around his.
Since Mei Yuxian wasn't around today, he let Qingtong have her moment of childish possessiveness. He didn't mind.
As they walked toward the entrance of the conservatory, Lin Yuan casually glanced around the crowd.
Then his eyes paused slightly, his brows lifting ever so subtly.
His gaze had landed on the twin girls once more.
Or more precisely—twin l*l¡s.
Their presence was unique, and Lin Yuan's interest had been piqued.