Chapter Fifty-Nine: Who Is This Lofty Attitude Meant For

Clang!

A bottle rolled further away as she accidentally kicked it. A laser swept across her face, and she stood there in a daze. On the nearby sofa, several alluring women clung to Lin Shuo with all their charms, while he leaned back, eyes half-closed, reveling in their attention. The scene stung her eyes.

“Lin... Lin...” Her lips trembled, unable to even utter his name fully. She had met several of Lin’s women before and thought herself prepared to accept his reputation as a playboy. Yet knowing is far easier than facing it; confronted with such a seductive spectacle, she couldn’t help but be shaken.

He slowly opened his eyes and, seeing her, gave no reaction—carrying on, indulging in the women’s advances.

Everyone has their limits. She finally crossed the sea of bottles to stand beside him; the women persisted, but he looked up at her coldly, picked up a glass, and said, “Since you’re here, have a drink.”

She ignored him, didn’t reach for the glass, only gazed at him with a complicated expression. He glanced around and added, “Everyone’s having fun. Don’t spoil it.”

She was astonished that he lumped her together with those women. Biting her lip, she reminded him, “I’m not like them.”

The women, sensing her hostility with their natural feminine intuition, watched her closely, some openly, some pretending not to. Lin Shuo snapped his fingers in self-mockery. “Damn it, I forgot you only work after getting paid. Without some benefit, how could I expect you to serve me?” At his words, the women’s curiosity turned to contempt, as if challenging her: “Who’s really above whom?”

Fury rose in her chest; she turned sharply to leave. Lin Shuo drained his glass, pushed the women aside, and searched for the remote among the sofa cushions. The room fell silent. She paused and turned back. His gaze was empty, and he lazily said, “You’ve ruined the mood. So, you just want to walk out?”

Before she could answer, he turned to the women beside him, his wicked smile dangerously alluring in the dim light. He wrapped an arm around one woman’s waist and whispered, “Let’s call it a night. Go home.” The women protested, their voices coy, but he emphasized, “If I have to escort you myself, you’ll regret it.” Hearing this, they dropped their softness and rose with dignity. He chuckled, giving one woman’s voluptuous hip a playful slap—provocation incarnate.

She kept her eyes shut, unwilling to witness any more; only when she heard the door close did she dare open them. Lin Shuo remained on the sofa, as if her unease was a spectacle for him to savor.

“Since you’ve seen everything, there’s nothing left to say.” He wiped the lipstick marks from his skin, as if displaying his conquests, poured himself another drink, and set it on the table. “Have a drink with me.”

“No need. I have a few things to say, then I’ll leave.”

He shifted with impatience. “Putting on airs—who are you trying to impress? You wouldn’t come just to talk, would you?”

She lifted the glass and drained it, only then realizing how strong it was; her tongue tingled, and her brow furrowed slightly, but she managed to speak clearly. “Perhaps the words I said about loving you were abrupt. I formally apologize tonight. I used to resent you for leaving without a word, but now I see you were right to go—and I no longer wish to know why.”

Lonely Moments Should Never Speak of Love, Chapter Fifty-Nine: Who Are You Trying to Impress?