Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 81 Bingbing’s Beauty
"That girl... just you wait and see how I’ll deal with you," Lin Kuang grumbled. The next moment, a crystalline glow drifted across his face. When the light faded, the two clear rows of bite marks on his left cheek had vanished without a trace. Only then did Lin Kuang head out; otherwise, how could he possibly face anyone with two rows of bite marks on his cheek?
After greeting Liu Shilin and giving the little witch a fierce glare, Lin Kuang finally took his leave.
Watching him depart, the little witch couldn’t help but frown. She hadn’t seen any bite marks on his left cheek when he first came out.
"Could I have seen it wrong?" she muttered, her brow furrowed.
"Shiyu, what did you see wrong?" asked Liu Shilin, who was sitting opposite her with a confused look.
"Oh! Oh, it’s nothing, Sis. Let’s eat," the little witch said with a grin, snapping back to her senses.
Liu Shilin rolled her eyes at her but said no more.
Meanwhile, Lin Kuang was driving to the Siegel Hotel. When he arrived, he saw the place was swarming with reporters, making it impossible for his car to get through. With no other choice, he parked elsewhere and walked toward the hotel.
As soon as Lin Kuang came into view, sharp-eyed reporters immediately recognized him as Fan Bingbing’s rumored boyfriend from the online gossip.
"Sir, wait a moment, please!" a female reporter called out, suddenly blocking his path and thrusting a microphone toward his mouth. "As Fan Bingbing’s boyfriend, aren’t you afraid of causing trouble for Bingbing by appearing so openly?"
In an instant, a crowd of reporters swarmed him, surrounding him tightly and bombarding him with questions. Lin Kuang couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He hadn’t anticipated this at all, having no idea just how much of an impact the headlines from that night had made. While the general public might not care, the reporters, who could smell a story from a mile away, certainly hadn’t forgotten him.
Listening to the cacophony of questions, Lin Kuang was speechless.
"Damn, there’s a plane in the sky!" he suddenly shouted, pointing dramatically and tilting his head back to look.
Hearing his words, the reporters instinctively looked up. A moment later, they realized they had been tricked. But when they turned back, Lin Kuang’s figure had mysteriously disappeared from their "encirclement."
The reporters looked at each other, completely stunned and unable to figure out how he had slipped away. As they turned their gaze toward the entrance of the Siegel Hotel, they caught a glimpse of Lin Kuang’s back as he walked inside.
Lin Kuang didn’t care what the reporters thought. He could only wonder how Fan Bingbing endured such "encirclements" all year round; it was hard to imagine how she coped. With this thought, Lin Kuang entered the elevator and made his way to Fan Bingbing’s room with practiced ease.
Outside her door stood two burly men in suits, motionless as clay statues.
Seeing them, Lin Kuang’s eyes narrowed slightly.
These two are no ordinary men. They have a hidden killing intent about them. It looks like they have quite a few lives on their hands.
For the battle-hardened Lin Kuang, their hidden killing intent was impossible to miss. As he approached the door, the two men moved in unison to block his path.
"Sir, excuse me. This is Miss Fan’s residence. Please do not enter without a work ID," one of the men said, his indifferent words carrying no hint of emotion.
Lin Kuang was taken aback and was about to call Fan Bingbing. But just then, a voice that sent a chill down his spine rang out.
"Big brothers, let him in. He’s a friend of Bingbing’s."
The androgynous voice, dripping with a jealous sourness, made Lin Kuang shiver involuntarily. He clearly saw the palms of the two guards tremble as goosebumps rose on the backs of their hands. Seeing this, Lin Kuang wanted to laugh but managed to restrain himself.
You two big guys... I thought you were so cool and composed. To think you can’t even handle this sissy’s voice!
He knew without looking who the speaker was—who else could it be but Zhao You?
As the two men stepped aside, Lin Kuang walked straight into the room without a backward glance.
At this, Zhao You’s skin-crawling voice rang out again. "You ungrateful lout! I helped you out, and not only do you not thank me, you just run off."
With one foot already in the room, Lin Kuang paused and turned to glare at Zhao You. "You sissy, shut your mouth!"
Startled by Lin Kuang’s glare, Zhao You shuddered and quickly held his tongue. Only then did Lin Kuang step fully into the room.
Inside, Fan Bingbing stood silently before a large floor-to-ceiling window, her beautiful eyes gazing at the bustling city outside as she seemed lost in thought. Hearing footsteps, she turned around. The moment she saw Lin Kuang, her pretty face blushed before breaking into a radiant smile. "Lin Kuang, you’re here."
Looking at her, Lin Kuang was struck by a sense of amazement. Although he had seen her several times before, this was the first time he looked at her with such astonishment. She was dressed in a black, strapless gown that reached her calves, leaving her two flawless, jade-like feet bare. A foot fetishist would probably lose all control at the sight of them. Her enticing bust was partially exposed, revealing the deep, alluring valley between. That cleavage seemed to possess a magic power, making it incredibly seductive. Looking up, her radiant face was devoid of makeup, a picture of natural perfection. She looked so pure and otherworldly, like a fairy who had descended to the mortal realm. At the same time, she exuded a regal, queen-like aura. The two qualities merged seamlessly, creating not a strange contrast, but a unique and captivating charm.
"Bingbing, you look beautiful today," Lin Kuang praised sincerely.
Hearing his words, Fan Bingbing’s face blushed again, her lovely eyes revealing an undeniable delight.
"Really?" she asked expectantly, taking a couple of steps forward.
"Really," Lin Kuang affirmed, his deep eyes filled with appreciation. "In fact, you’re stunningly beautiful."
