Chapter 1796 - 1797: Chasm

Apart from anything else, just managing the running at the end's last half-minute is something many people practice for their entire lives and may never achieve.

This is because it requires not just effort, but an extremely high level of talent.

Effort might make one an expert, but it doesn't guarantee becoming a master.

It's well known that there's a huge chasm between an expert and a master, and that chasm is named Talent.

As the last note faded into the air, Lin Xian slowly stood up and picked up the cigarette he had placed on the music stand earlier.

By now, the cigarette was nearly burned out, but the astonishing thing was that the long ash remained intact on the cigarette.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp in amazement. How incredible!

It's known that cigarette ash is very fragile and can easily fall with a slight movement. Yet, after Lin Xian finished playing, the ash remained complete. It was evident how terrifying his control over his strength was.

No, this wasn't merely a display of skill.

It was simply a miracle!

After a brief silence, the hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.

The scorching gazes fell onto Lin Xian, as if wanting to devour him whole. Scanning the crowd, Lin Xian raised his eyebrows, finally resting his gaze on Te Ze, and said with a light laugh: Miss Therese, how do you feel?

She didn't speak but gracefully walked up and took Lin Xian's arm, replying practically. The other beauties' eyes dimmed, a bit disappointed.

A tall, cool beauty with long black hair stepped forward with her long legs and slipped a personal business card into Lin Xian's pocket.

Then she patted his heart area with her fair hand and softly said, "Call me," and she turned gracefully to leave.

Seeing this, Lin Xi suddenly looked as if she had seen a ghost. It's known that the women attending this party only intended to stay for a one-night stand, not wanting to involve regular life.

Lin Sui had attended many such parties, and although he successfully got several women to stay, he had never even known the names of these women, let alone their identities.

But now, someone left her phone number for Lin Xian, what does this imply?

It means she doesn't mind taking her connection with Lin Xian into real life. How sour!

With the departure of the tall black-haired beauty, the other beauty's interest waned, and they too departed. Lin Xian glanced at Lin Xi, who was standing stunned on the deck, and lowered his head to say: My yacht is right next door. Are you interested in having a drink?

From this angle, the size of Xiong Da could definitely rival Zhang Mengli's at the same time.

A faint scent wafted around his nose, naturally.

Miss Therese smiled lightly, leaning most of her body on Lin Xian.

She was still feeling a bit weak right now; despite the awkwardness in her heart, she could only rely on Lin Xian; otherwise, she couldn't even stand. My brother, I'm leaving first.

Raising his brows towards Lin Xi, Lin Xian led Miss Therese and proceeded towards the stairs. Soon, except for the waiters, only Lin Ni was left alone in the enormous hall.

Lin felt utterly helpless, vaguely feeling a bit uneasy.

Leaving Lin Xi's yacht, the two arrived at the pier.

Enjoying the gentle sea breeze, Lin Xian lightly smiled and said to Miss Therese: Can you tell me your name now?

Miss Therese, slightly ruffling her wind-swept hair, responded in soft tones: "Ann Ran!"

Hearing this name, Lin Xian involuntarily paused slightly.

Ann Ran, Ann Ran?

Could there be any relation between the two?

No wonder he would think this because the surname Ann is quite rare, unlike the common Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li. The key is both are rare beauties.

One seductive, one fresh and elegant.

Seeing his expression, Ann Ran asked curiously.

Returning to his senses, Lin Xian shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing, a very pleasant name."

Though puzzled, he decided to keep it to himself.

Talking about such things at this moment would disrupt the mood. What if they were actually relatives?

Should he proceed or not?

At this point, Lin Xian thought back, feeling the two might not be related. First, concerning family background, Ann Ran's circumstances were not great, whereas Ann Ran's was quite good, a small well-to-do family, firmly middle-class.

Secondly, in appearance, although both women had striking beauty, they didn't look alike. Seeing Lin Xian silent, Ann Ran couldn't help but ask: What are you thinking?

Do you want to hear the truth or a lie? Lin Xian smiled faintly, teasing her. Ann Ran tilted her head slightly, playfully saying: "Tell me the truth first."

Her demeanor inclined towards serenity, like a blossoming orchid. At this moment, her playful expression made Lin Xian's heart skip a beat as he lightly moved closer, whispering in her ear: "Truth is, I want you."

Lin Xian's breath as he spoke made Ann Ran feel subtly tingly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

Meanwhile, her eyes shimmered with a hint of bashfulness.

Seeing this, Lin Xian first paused, then exclaimed in surprise: "First time?" Ann Ran nodded slightly, biting her lip gently, saying: "You seem surprised?"

Honestly, I am a bit. Lin Xian admitted, spreading his hands.

Hearing this, Ann Ran stopped walking, her eyes fixed on him. Her eyes were captivating, as luminous as a flawless black gemstone.

Earlier, I mentioned attending the party just due to lack of money. I didn't intend to stay. Ann Ran paused, reaching out to caress his fair cheek lightly, then smiling softly: "I didn't expect to meet you!"

Doesn't it feel rash? Lin Xian raised his hand, holding hers, feeling it carefully.

Why regret?

Ann Ran smiled faintly: "Actually, I am a rather conventional woman. Other women like materialism, while I love music, especially piano."

Though it seems elegant, both essentially are the same. For materialistic women, wealth can make them do anything. For me, unparalleled piano talent can compel me to do anything. Lin Xian had never heard this theory before, finding it quite interesting. Raising his eyebrows slightly, he hinted: Anything?

Yes, anything! Ann Ran affirmed solemnly.

Like?

Like being your girlfriend, or lover, even a slave. The words rang in Lin Xian's ears, his gaze appreciating her perfect hourglass figure, feeling a surge of energy in his chest challenging to hold back.

Does my performance tonight make me worthy of being your master? Lin Xian asked hoarsely, his burning gaze seeming to swallow her whole.

He found this woman more like a siren than Ann Ran.

Due to awkwardness, Ann Ran felt her breath becoming erratic, her ears brightly red, and boldly replied: "Certainly, my master."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Ann Ran let out an involuntary cry.

Lin Xian bent slightly and, in a princess-carry, swept her into his arms, quickly heading towards his yacht. In the luxurious room, the dim lighting created an intimate ambiance.

The air was thickly laced with a hormonal scent.

Ann Ran's gaze was somewhat dreamy, lying nestled in Lin Xian's embrace like a languid fish, unwilling to lift a finger. Lin Xian leaned against the bedhead, a cigar in his mouth, feeling utterly relaxed. Though it was the first time, her stamina surpassed Yan Xiaoman's greatly. The key was her fresh and refined aura, paired with a devilish figure, offering Lin Xian an unprecedented experience. This woman, truly an exceptional beauty.

He really had struck gold!