Chapter 54: Ling Tian Is Drugged

Though Ling Tian's body was young, after his rebirth and training in martial arts, he exuded a powerful masculine aura. His Nine Yang Physique made him particularly attractive to most women; according to the principles of yin and yang, men are yang, women are yin, and opposites attract. Among men, those with the Nine Yang Physique possess the most potent masculinity.

Lin Youqin, far from being inexperienced, was quite the seasoned player in matters of love. Such women were even more discerning when it came to men. Ling Tian was the kind of man she craved, so his advances gave her pleasure rather than discomfort. In fact, she hoped his hand would continue, even daring to wish it would slip beneath her underwear.

There was another reason Lin Youqin sought to seduce Ling Tian: jealousy. The three birthday gifts he had given Lin Youya were enough to make any woman envious. If Ling Tian had been a wrinkled old man or an ugly brute, she might have dismissed it, but he was handsome and young—a scion of wealth, not just a second-generation rich kid, but someone whose extravagance outshone them all. Lin Youqin was consumed with envy at Lin Youya’s stroke of luck in finding such a rare catch.

Driven by this jealousy, Lin Youqin all the more desired to lay claim to Ling Tian. If Lin Youya ever dared to flaunt her boyfriend, she could simply glance at her, and with a slight, dismissive smile, say, "I slept with your man long ago. What's so special about him?" She was certain this would drive Lin Youya mad, for no woman wishes to be betrayed by her man—least of all with her own cousin.

Subtly, Lin Youqin twisted her body, casting Ling Tian a bewitching look, clear in its invitation: dare you go further?

A woman who comes to your door is not to be refused, Ling Tian thought. He did not disappoint Lin Youqin. His fingers parted her underwear and explored her secret place—after all, as a man, he had nothing to lose.

Just ahead were Liu Zihao and Lin Youya, while here he was, indulging in Lin Youqin’s forbidden fruit. The thrill of a clandestine affair excited him all the more, especially when he discovered that Lin Youqin was already quite ready for him—clearly, she felt a strong attraction as well.

To better woo women, Ling Tian had studied many adult films and knew that a woman’s pleasure was not found in a single place. His damp fingers sought higher, touching Lin Youqin’s most sensitive spot. She trembled, surprised that someone as youthful as Ling Tian could wield such skill, and she became even more aroused.

At this moment, Lin Youqin truly wished she could go all the way with Ling Tian, but now was not the right time. She forced herself to wait, biding her time until the moment was ripe, when she could have her fill of Ling Tian. The thought brought a smile to her lips as her eyes flicked toward her purse, where she had prepared something—not just for Lin Youya, but now, perhaps, for Ling Tian as well.

It was not long before they arrived at an elegant teahouse. Ling Tian felt reluctant to let go of Lin Youqin but knew he would have his chance again. For now, Lin Youya’s safety was most important.

Once inside, Ling Tian took the opportunity to slip away to the restroom and call Shi Xiaocai, instructing him to come immediately and wait in a private room for further instructions, just in case anything happened. As for Dai Jin and Yuanbao, Ling Tian decided not to call them for now; their skills were not yet up to the task.

Ling Tian had made his preparations, as had Lin Youqin—and perhaps Liu Zihao had plotted even earlier. Of all those present, only the innocent Lin Youya was unaware; the rest were each playing their own game.

This teahouse was exceedingly upscale, its private rooms spacious and comfortable. Liu Zihao had reserved the most luxurious suite, and Lin Youya was delighted with the environment.

Some men might take girls to bars in an attempt to win over the more open-minded ones, but good girls like Lin Youya would never agree to such a thing. Liu Zihao, knowing her well, brought her here for tea instead—after all, he truly wished to marry her.

Having experienced much in life, Liu Zihao had known many women, but Lin Youya’s freshness and purity made her unique, and he coveted her all the more. He did not want to lose to a greenhorn like Ling Tian.

When it came time to order, their tastes diverged. Lin Youya was easygoing, but the others each insisted on their preferences: Ling Tian chose Longjing, Liu Zihao opted for Dong Ding Oolong, and Lin Youqin, surprisingly, ordered Pu’er.

“Sister Qin, Pu’er is heavy and a bit bitter. You never liked it before,” Lin Youya remarked, a little surprised. She had planned to simply follow Lin Youqin’s lead, but she truly disliked Pu’er.

“I’m on a diet. I heard Pu’er helps with weight loss. What about you, Youya?” In truth, Lin Youqin deliberately chose Pu’er, knowing Lin Youya disliked it. In the past, the two would often order floral teas for their beauty benefits; perhaps Lin Youya had expected the same this time.

“I’ll have the rose and lemongrass herbal tea,” Lin Youya replied, just as expected.

It is said that tea reflects its drinker. Ling Tian mused that the Biluochun he had tasted at Li Youran’s place perfectly matched her ethereal, fairy-like temperament. The rose and lemongrass tea suited Lin Youya as well—fragrant, sweet, with a hint of tartness. The thought brought a smile to Ling Tian’s lips; to possess both types of women was surely every man’s dream.

“You’re still so special, Youya. In my eyes, you’ll always be my little girl,” Liu Zihao gazed at her longingly, his words making Ling Tian’s skin crawl.

“Um, Brother Zihao, I’m all grown up now,” Lin Youya replied, embarrassed by his gaze. Although she did not wish to entangle herself with him, he had been the object of her childhood affection, and she could not help but feel shy.

“My dear, you may still be a little girl to this old man, but you’re not his girl—you’re mine,” Ling Tian quickly interjected, staking his claim.

“Don’t talk nonsense! I’m not your woman,” Lin Youya retorted, glaring at him. She couldn’t understand it—why did the same words sound so gentle and romantic from Zihao, yet so crude and shameless from Ling Tian? The difference between people truly was vast.

If Liu Zihao were less of a philanderer, perhaps Lin Youya would have accepted him. But she overlooked the fact that Ling Tian was hardly faithful himself. Matters of the heart are never straightforward.

“Youya, how have you been while I was away? Have you adjusted to university life?” Liu Zihao pointedly ignored Ling Tian, chatting amiably with Lin Youya.

Lin Youya answered all his questions, leaving Ling Tian and Lin Youqin unable to get a word in. At that moment, both felt completely overlooked—as if, in the memories of Liu Zihao and Lin Youya, they did not even exist.

“Why don’t we stop playing third wheel here and get another private room for ourselves?” Lin Youqin suggested to Ling Tian.

“Just the two of us? I’m afraid my wife will get jealous,” Ling Tian replied, feigning the demeanor of a devoted husband, earning a glare from Lin Youqin. Hypocrite, she thought; he had taken every liberty in the car, and now he played the innocent youth?

Lin Youqin thought he was pretending, but no matter how she looked, Ling Tian showed no intention of being alone with her. She decided not to rush things, instead quietly serving tea for everyone. They had not requested a tea master, so Lin Youqin took on the role herself, displaying considerable skill.

Though Ling Tian knew both Lin Youqin and Liu Zihao were up to no good, he decided to sit back and watch their performance. He drank his tea calmly. There is a saying about Longjing: “Before the rains is good, before the Qingming festival is best.” The Longjing in his cup was indeed the finest, a rare genuine offering in a world of imitations, befitting the teahouse’s prestige.

Suddenly, Ling Tian sensed something amiss—the tea was the same, but something extra had been added: a powerful sedative.

He sneered inwardly; so Lin Youqin had finally made her move. He decided to play along and pretended to faint.

As soon as he finished his tea, he slumped onto the table. Lin Youya, sensing something was wrong, felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed as well.

“Ling Tian, what’s wrong?” Lin Youqin called his name, nudging him. Receiving no response, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Youya, are you alright? Youya!” Liu Zihao called out, shaking her gently. Seeing no reaction, a wicked smile appeared on his lips as he nodded at Lin Youqin.

Lin Youqin retrieved a pill from her bag and handed it to Liu Zihao. “This private room is yours now. We’ll take another. I have my eyes on Ling Tian. Enjoy yourself—and don’t forget our agreement.”

“I won’t. I hope you have a good time too!” Liu Zihao replied, letting his gaze linger on Lin Youqin’s ample curves, thinking Ling Tian had gotten the better end of the deal.

Lin Youqin went out to call a waiter, who helped move Ling Tian to another room next door.

Staring at Ling Tian, unconscious on the sofa, Lin Youqin’s smile deepened. Speaking to herself, she murmured, “I know you’re interested in me. You should thank me for making this happen. If I weren’t worried about ruining Liu Zihao’s plans, I wouldn’t have bothered drugging you at all. Don’t worry, this sedative can be washed away with water. But before that, I have a different medicine for you.”