Chapter 150 I Love Him, and He Loves Me

To be precise, when classmate Qi Yue threw her little tantrum, the confrontation between Lin Yu and the other thugs did not cause much of a commotion.

As he sprinted quickly toward the wall covered in dark gray wallpaper, the thugs chasing after him all wore expressions of varying degrees of disdain.

In truth, it was hard to blame them for underestimating him. Lin Yu's behavior did indeed seem rather bizarre, leading them to conclude that he had lost his wits and was running blindly without choosing his path.

Yet, three or four seconds later, they realized they were mistaken—profoundly mistaken.

Lin Yu, who appeared to have run into a dead end, suddenly leaped forward with great force when he was still a little over a meter away from the wall, pushed off hard against it with his right leg, and spun around to execute a magnificent spinning kick.

How could the thugs have ever anticipated that Lin Yu, who had looked so vulnerable and fled the moment they crossed paths, was actually playing the pig to eat the tiger and staging a sudden counterattack?

Therefore, facing his highly professional triple kick, the thugs had no time to react whatsoever. They were struck directly in the head, and a chorus of miserable screams rang out instantly.

Having succeeded with his first strike, Lin Yu did not hold back. He launched a rapid succession of kicks, swiftly and decisively taking care of the thugs in short order.

After gaining the upper hand, Lin Yu felt no great sense of exhilaration; instead, a wave of worry washed over him. This was not because of Wang Feng's peculiar background; rather, he was concerned that Liang Tian—the half-black, half-white manager—might launch a sudden surprise attack and send people to drag the girl back the moment he learned of Xiao Qiangwei's whereabouts.

Should that happen, not only would Xiao Qiangwei be in grave danger, but Qi Yue and Yang Zhilin would likely be implicated as well. Lin Yu knew all too well what kind of treatment these delicate, beautiful young women would suffer if they were to fall into the clutches of that beast.

As the thugs lay sprawled on the ground, wailing miserably, Lin Yu paused to think for a moment before walking over to Jiang Lele and saying, "Can I borrow your BMW? I need to take a friend somewhere."

"You're taking Momo, right? I can just drive you guys there!" Jiang Lele said with a giggle. The chance to have close contact with a major celebrity was simply too rare, and she was rather excited.

However, Lin Yu's next words instantly extinguished that thought in her mind. "No, I can't let anyone know where she's heading next. Otherwise, if her movements are exposed and reporters or certain bad actors find out, her situation will become extremely precarious."

"I see." Jiang Lele lowered her head in thought for a moment, then pulled out her car keys and said, "Take it. But this car belongs to my cousin, so drive carefully. Also, there's not much gas left. If you want to go somewhere far, you'll need to fill it up yourself."

"Right, I understand. Thanks. I'll call you once I'm done with the car."

Every second they delayed increased the likelihood that reporters or Liang Tian's men would arrive. Wasting no time, Lin Yu bid farewell to Jiang Lele and quickly left the Gran Western Restaurant, bringing along Qi Yue—who still looked slightly unsatisfied—as well as Yang Zhilin and Xiao Qiangwei, whose eyes shimmered with complex emotions.

After getting into the BMW and taking the driver's seat, Lin Yu started the engine and noticed there were still nearly two bars of fuel left—more than enough to reach the Baishan Cadre Sanatorium by the sea.

To save time and hide Xiao Qiangwei in the relatively safe sanatorium before anyone noticed, Lin Yu decided to head straight there first and visit a gas station along the coastal highway on the way back out.

"Hey, why do you look in such a rush?" asked Qi Yue, sitting in the passenger seat with her cheeks still somewhat flushed, as the white BMW started moving.

"It's hard to explain in a few words, but I'm certain Liang Tian already knows Qiangwei-jie is with us. That's why I want to take her to my grandfather's place to lie low for a while. After all, that's a restricted area ordinary people can't easily enter," Lin Yu explained, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

In Xiao Qiangwei's mind, Liang Tian was a terrifying demon. Hearing that her whereabouts had been discovered instantly drained the color from her face, leaving her pale.

Seeing her like this, Yang Zhilin immediately offered comfort. "Qiangwei-jie, don't be afraid. With Lin Yu here, nothing terrifying will ever happen."

"Ah, I hope so," Xiao Qiangwei said, her gaze turning somewhat vacant as it fixed on the back of Qi Yue's seat, her mind lost in thought.

Yang Zhilin was not particularly skilled at comforting others. She wrung her mind, unable to figure out how else to console this pure, star-studded older sister.

It was Qi Yue who, sensing the heavy atmosphere, reached over to turn on the car's CD player and started playing some music.

As the music began to play and lyrics such as "The falling mist and the lonely duck fly together; the autumn waters share a single hue with the long sky..." drifted out clearly, Xiao Qiangwei finally felt a measure of relief upon hearing her own track, *Fisherman's Song at Dusk*, and a comforting smile gradually bloomed at the corners of her mouth.

Looking at Xiao Qiangwei—who was even more innocent than Qi Yue—the much more mature Yang Zhilin also revealed a smile as delicate and refined as an orchid.

Qi Yue's gaze remained fixed on the side of Lin Yu's face. She felt that when the young man was driving with intense concentration, he possessed a unique kind of charm; his deep eyes, resembling stars in the dark night, flickered with a piercing brilliance that seemed capable of penetrating one's soul.

Noticing Qi Yue looking like a lovesick maiden with her eyes transformed into heart shapes, Yang Zhilin, with a faint smile playing on her lips, gently nudged Xiao Qiangwei, who was still immersed in her own music.

Xiao Qiangwei, who wept easily and smiled just as easily, immediately broke into a sweet smile when she saw the girl resting her chin in her hand with an entranced expression.

"Hmph, what are you two smiling about so mysteriously? This is what people call the taste of first love! You two backward elements who have never had boyfriends wouldn't understand," Qi Yue said, turning back to shoot the other two girls a triumphant grin.

Seeing Qi Yue's smug look, Yang Zhilin cleared her throat and said with an air of feigned nonchalance, "According to incomplete statistics, throughout my elementary, middle, and high school years, the number of male classmates who gave me love letters was no less than a hundred. Those who confessed verbally numbered no fewer than twenty. As for secret admirers, I estimate there are at least three thousand."

Watching the smug displays of the other two girls, Xiao Qiangwei, who had now integrated into their private world, wore a light, breezy smile and spoke slowly and leisurely, "I remember *Time* magazine in America once published an article titled: *All Chinese Men Love Xiao Qiangwei*. What do you girls think about this?"

"..."

After Xiao Qiangwei delivered this seemingly naive remark, Yang Zhilin was instantly rendered speechless. True enough, she was a major celebrity whom the entire nation adored... This was the first time she had been outmatched in terms of popularity. The feeling, truth be told, was rather interesting.

At that moment, however, little classmate Qi Yue spoke up once more, declaring with deep affection, "There are thousands of exceptional men in this world, but the only one who has left a mark on my heart is right here before me. In this world, there is one and only one person who is perfect to me: Lin Yu. Fortunately, I love him, and he loves me."