Chapter 226: How Did She Get Here

More than a quarter of an hour later, Yang Chen arrived at the location Chanel had chosen, which he considered the safest.

It was a revolving Western restaurant located in the center of Zhonghai, situated at the top of a high-rise building. From here, one could see a large part of the Zhonghai urban area.

Yang Chen couldn't help but admire this guy's audacity. Because in a place like this, once discovered, there would be no possibility of escape. The police would directly seal off the area surrounding the building, making it impossible to fly away.

Of course, if he intended to resort to tactics like blowing up the building and using hostages as cover, it would also be a good choice.

Upon entering the restaurant, Yang Chen immediately spotted the "graceful figure" sitting by the window, gazing at the urban landscape outside. Although this description sounded peculiar, Yang Chen had to admit that Chanel's feminine side was more appealing than his male side.

Chanel wore a red and black skirt with a Northern Irish style, adorned with a feathered lady's hat, carrying a new Gucci handbag. Even the amber-colored curly wig he wore resembled an Irish girl's hair. With fair skin, expressive eyes, and delicate features, his attire was so convincing that no one could tell he was actually a man.

In fact, many men in the restaurant had already cast fiery glances at him.

After Yang Chen sat down, Chanel gave him a charming smile.

"What would you like, sir?" a delicate waitress approached and asked Yang Chen.

Chanel spoke up, "Get this gentleman a Blue Mountain, with milk but no sugar."

Yang Chen chuckled as he watched the waitress walk away. "Why did you order for me?"

"Since I'm leaving the country soon, I hoped to see the man I admire drink a coffee that I believe suits his temperament. Can't you agree to such a small request?" Chanel said, sounding slightly resentful.

Yang Chen raised his hand to stop her, feeling a headache coming on. "What did you say? The man you admire?"

"Yes, since it's already come to this, I won't beat around the bush anymore. Yang Chen, I've actually liked you for a long time," Chanel confessed.

Yang Chen rubbed his forehead. He felt somewhat breathless. Throughout his life, he had heard various women express their fondness for him, but facing this man who seemed more feminine than any woman, declaring his affection, Yang Chen found it hard to handle.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run away?" Yang Chen forced a smile.

"I'm not. At least, you'll finish your coffee before you leave," Chanel said confidently.

Feeling uncomfortable all over, Yang Chen didn't know what to say. He turned his gaze to the bustling traffic outside the window and remained silent.

Chanel pursed her lips and smiled, "Do you know, the first time I noticed you was when you saved Secretary Fang's daughter in that car accident on the road. That incident was orchestrated by me. I was actually nearby, watching everything unfold. Your heroic act made quite an impression on me. Later on, I arranged for a few people from that car to track you to investigate you. But unexpectedly, you led them all out to the outskirts and took care of them. The car exploded, and there was no trace of them. At that moment, I felt like you were a real-life superhero."

Yang Chen felt goosebumps all over his body and forced a smile, "Can we change the topic? You're not here just to tell me all this, are you?"

"I know you won't accept my feelings, so I'm just expressing myself. But now that I've said it, I feel much better," Chanel said with a hint of resentment, giving Yang Chen a reproachful look. If an outsider saw this without knowing the context, they might think Yang Chen had heartlessly abandoned a beautiful woman.

"You killed your father, didn't you?" Yang Chen suddenly said.

Chanel was taken aback, her expression finally serious as she looked at Yang Chen with an inexplicable gaze. "How did you know?"

"I guessed. You were at odds with your father at the banquet before, and now he's dead, killed by his own people. Yet here you are, having the leisure to come here and confess to me. The person most likely to want him dead, the person he least expected to betray him, would be his own son," Yang Chen said, just realizing this himself.

"You're wrong. It's not the son, it's the daughter," Chanel corrected him.

Yang Chen smiled and took a sip of his bitter Blue Mountain coffee. "Well then, Miss Chanel, although I don't understand why you hated your father enough to kill him at a time like this, I still have to thank you. If you hadn't directly killed Zhou Guangyan from within his core team, last night's battle wouldn't have been so easy."

Chanel sneered, a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes. "Yang Chen, do you know why I dislike men dressing up and prefer to see myself as a woman?"

"Why?" Yang Chen had always been curious about this.

"Because of my mother," Chanel squinted and said, "My mother was the kindest, gentlest, most beautiful, and most loving person in the world to me. From the time I can remember, it was only my mother who raised me. We lived in the countryside, and Zhou Guangyan, that old fox, only came back to our hometown when I was thirteen. But he only wanted me because all he had were daughters with his men. He didn't want daughters; he wanted a son to be his successor. But he despised my mother because of her aging appearance from the toil of day and night labor in raising me. He needed a glamorous, achiever-type woman by his side. So, he deceived me and made my mother drink poison to commit suicide."

Listening to Chanel's narrative, Yang Chen could feel the thick hatred in her heart. It was the kind of hatred that didn't inspire fear but rather made him feel sorry for the person in front of him, lonely and helpless.

"So, that's why you killed your father?" Yang Chen somewhat understood. Zhou Guangyan was indeed psychologically twisted.

"Isn't that enough? Hmph. He always thought I was too young back then, too naive to understand those things. But he didn't know that I secretly saw and heard all the damn things he did to my mother! But back then, I was too small, I couldn't confront him. So, I chose to come with him to Zhonghai and became the young master of Dongxing. But the more he wanted a son, the more I refused to give him one. Why can't I be a woman when I'm so beautiful? Since then, my greatest wish has been to be a beautiful woman like my mother."

Chanel flipped her wavy hair, momentarily captivating the gaze of numerous men in the restaurant.

With a proud smile, Chanel lazily lifted her coffee cup and took a small sip. "You see, I did it. I have so much feminine charm..."

"What are you planning to do next, go abroad?" Yang Chen found this girl in front of him quite resourceful, and he somewhat admired Chanel's straightforwardness and decisiveness.

Chanel said with longing, "Yes, thanks to the opportunity you provided, I killed Zhou Guangyan, made him kneel on the ground, and apologize in the direction of my mother's burial. Do you know how relieved I felt at that moment? For so many years, I've been waiting for that moment. Next, I'll leave Yanxia, go to a place where no one can find me. When everything calms down, maybe I'll come back. But who knows for sure, Mr. Yang Chen, let me tell you one thing: women are fickle."

Yang Chen smiled bitterly. He understood this statement deeply; he didn't need Chanel to tell him.

When Chanel left, she didn't let Yang Chen accompany her. According to her wishes, he was afraid he would be moved to tears, so Yang Chen was relieved not to follow her.

It was almost noon when Yang Chen drove back to the Longjing Villa. To be honest, it had been too long since he had a meal with Lin Ruoxi and Wang Ma, and he missed it.

But as soon as he got out of the car, Yang Chen noticed a yellow Audi TTS parked by the roadside. Yang Chen didn't think this was Lin Ruoxi's car; although it was a high-performance vehicle, its relatively low price range wouldn't be found in Lin Ruoxi's garage.

The only person who would visit Lin Ruoxi here, apart from Zeng Xinlin, who had been thoroughly defeated by Lin Ruoxi in the mall and rolled out of Zhonghai, was no one else.

Most of the people who drove this kind of car were women, so Yang Chen was quite curious.

Opening the door and walking into the hall, he saw a guest sitting on the sofa, chatting with Lin Ruoxi, holding a white porcelain teacup with a smile on her face.

When they saw Yang Chen come in, both women looked over.

Yang Chen slapped his forehead. How did she come here?