Chapter 63: Is This Really Wang Lin?

When the car drove into Jinjiang District, she caught sight of the sign "La Lumière" outside the commercial building, glowing with a soft, warm yellow light that felt rather romantic.

Upon arriving at the entrance of La Lumière by taxi, she stepped out and paused for half a second outside the glass door to smooth down her hair, catching her own reflection in the glass.

The lines of her hips and legs, hugged tightly by denim shorts, appeared exceptionally firm, and the subtle gap remaining between her thighs and knees made her look even taller and slender.

A white T-shirt gently brushed against her waist, creating a striking visual contrast with the blue denim, allowing her porcelain-white skin to extend all the way from her legs down to her forearms, radiating the absolute vitality of youthful beauty.

As she stepped inside, her back was naturally straight, and her steps were crisp and decisive.

The greeter, upon seeing this tall, fair-skinned girl, took the initiative to step forward and lead the way.

Reaching the window table where Li Yan was seated, she looked at him as he perused a menu, a hint of covert appraisal flickering in the depths of her eyes.

"LV T-shirt and shoes... are those Chanel pants?"

"Is that a Patek Philippe Nautilus?"

...

Wang Lin hung her bag over the back of the chair and seated herself gracefully.

The restaurant's lighting happened to cast its glow around her lower body, making her already fair and tender long legs appear almost luminous. Not an ounce of excess fat could be discerned beneath her denim shorts, leaving only a firm, rounded contour.

With a slight smile, she spoke up, "Sorry, I'm not late, am I?"

Li Yan lowered the menu in his hand and looked at Wang Lin, who had walked over and seated herself opposite him.

This was their first meeting, yet Wang Lin's appraisal of Li Yan had already been completed within the very first instant of her entering the door.

Only now did Li Yan carefully observe the young woman before him.

After all, a girl's photographs could be quite deceptive, and without meeting someone in person, even Li Yan was never one to jump to conclusions.

Li Yan's first impression of Wang Lin was her long legs.

His second impression, as it turned out, was still her long legs.

Moreover, these were not merely long legs, but paired with fair skin and a tall figure.

Combined with her eighteen years of age, a wave of youthful vitality instantly rushed into Li Yan's sight.

Ever since adding Wang Lin on WeChat, Li Yan hadn't responded much to her enthusiastic and proactive advances.

Mainly because he had just arrived in Chengdu and had too much on his plate; coupled with matters regarding his car and house, Li Yan simply hadn't had the bandwidth to entertain Wang Lin for the time being.

Li Yan was well aware that he didn't possess the looks of heartthrobs like Daniel Wu, so what could possibly attract a girl was none other than the Ferrari purchase contract displayed in his WeChat Moments.

Of course, Li Yan never felt there was anything wrong with that.

They were both incoming freshmen at Sichuan University, and with Wang Lin serving as an administrator for their freshman chat group, they naturally shared plenty of common topics to discuss.

Furthermore, with a mutual interest already somewhat apparent between them, it was all the easier to get along harmoniously.

In fact, many people fell into a psychological misconception.

That was, the prettier a girl was, the more she would play hard to get, and the more she would leverage her appearance to pick and choose.

Li Yan could only say that was partially true, but not entirely.

A girl's mindset was far too complex to be summarized in a single sentence.

Including Wang Lin, who sat right before him.

"Take a look at what you'd like to eat," Li Yan said, handing the menu across the table.

The menu was divided into main sections such as appetizers, main courses, and desserts, with prices ranging from two to three hundred up to thousands per dish.

He had casually ordered a salad, a rich soup, a Tomahawk steak, and a dessert, though for the most part, Li Yan was the one doing the ordering.

For students, the prices here were still somewhat on the higher side.

...

They sat by the window, where the warm yellow pendant lights cast a soft glow over the table, upon which a white tablecloth neatly held cutlery and wine glasses.

Wang Lin appeared slightly reserved as she sat opposite Li Yan, leaning back gently with her long legs in denim shorts crossed together.

Compared to her proactive demeanor on WeChat, once she was here in person, Wang Lin seemed like a completely different person.

Li Yan simply chatted with her casually, mostly touching upon local matters or preparations for the upcoming semester.

"I saw you bought a car? Did you just buy it after coming to Chengdu?"

Wang Lin propped her chin on her hands, resting her fair, slender arms on the table. Looking at the young man across from her, she couldn't help but feel a unique aura emanating from him.

Perhaps it was his outfit worth tens of thousands, or perhaps it was the Patek Philippe Nautilus on the youth's wrist, shimmering faintly under the lights.

Or perhaps it was the Ferrari purchase contract she had previously seen in his Moments.

All of these factors combined to create a preconceived impression deep within Wang Lin's heart.

Leaning back in his chair, Li Yan looked at Wang Lin opposite him and nodded non-committally at the question.

"Yeah, bought it shortly after arriving in Chengdu. Having a car makes things a bit more convenient."

A flash of brightness crossed Wang Lin's eyes. In this day and age, everyone—saint and scoundrel alike—loved to put on a show, making it truly difficult to tell them apart.

After all, while some rented sports cars just to pick up girls, there were equally girls who fell for the ruse.

This forced Wang Lin to exercise caution; what if the person sitting before her was one of those?

What if the purchase contract had been pulled off the internet?

Although Wang Lin possessed a great figure and striking looks, and never lacked pursuers, compared to the internet trope where every average Joe claimed to be a rich second-generation heir driving sports cars, reality wasn't quite like that.

The most important factor was still one's own social circle; if there were no such wealthy heirs around you, then even wanting a romance like that was out of the question.

Of course, squeezing oneself into that circle artificially was an entirely different matter.

Wang Lin considered herself not to be that kind of girl, and she held a certain disdain for such behavior.

After all, anything obtained by throwing oneself desperately at someone wouldn't be cherished, a principle Wang Lin naturally understood.

The reason she had been proactive toward Li Yan was simply because this was the first time she had encountered a genuine wealthy second-generation heir driving a sports car in real life.

The internet was the internet, novels were novels, and reality was reality.

Even though Chengdu was a massive metropolis filled with considerable wealth, and young men driving sports cars were dime-a-dozen on TikTok, once translated into reality among a population of tens of millions in Chengdu, their numbers became pitifully small.

"Once you pick up the car, remember to take me for a spin, okay?"

Wang Lin crossed her fair, slender legs beneath the table, swaying them slightly as she looked at the young man opposite her with a blooming smile.

If any of Wang Lin's high school pursuers were to witness this scene, they would likely have an existential crisis.

Was this really the high-and-mighty, long-legged goddess persona of Wang Lin they remembered?

Was this really the Wang Lin who had smashed a bouquet of 99 roses over a pursuer's head?

Was this really the Wang Lin who had slapped a female dormitory roommate to tears over spreading rumors?

Was this really the Wang Lin who dared to publicly diss rumor-mongers in the student chat group?

Her filter would probably shatter completely into pieces.

Yet Li Yan merely smiled as he looked at Wang Lin, who was supporting her cheek with her slender, porcelain-white hand, and nodded slightly.

"My honor."