The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

Today, Helen was dressed a bit too provocatively. Her tight, waist-cinching short skirt accentuated her beautiful figure, drawing the gazes of many men around her.

"Hello, beautiful." As she passed by a table, a skinny man with a lecherous glint in his eyes tapped her on the rear.

Lin Chuan watched the scene unfold, and chuckled inwardly. It seemed that there were rogues all over the world.

Helen flipped her blonde hair, glared at the man, and angrily said, "What do you think you're doing?"

The man flashed a wicked smile, "Nothing much, just wanted to invite you for a cup of coffee."

"This is a public place. Please be mindful of your image." Helen suppressed her anger and said coldly.

The man's gaze roved indecently over Helen's body. He reached out his right hand again to touch her, all the while saying, "I just want to invite you for a cup of coffee, that's all. How about we find someplace where we don't have to worry about our image?"

Helen could no longer tolerate it. With a swift movement of her right hand, she did something to the guy. He grunted and almost fell onto the chair in pain.

Others couldn't see what Helen did, but Lin Chuan could see clearly. Helen had used a Chinese acupressure technique and struck a point on the man's waist. It wouldn't be fatal, but enough to teach him a lesson.

Lin Chuan was shocked. Helen's speed, force, and precision were remarkable. Not just anyone could do that. It seemed Helen was an expert herself, on par with Silver Fox.

After teaching the guy a lesson, Helen didn't look at him again and came over to sit across from Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan chuckled and said, "Miss Helen, I didn't expect you to know Chinese kung fu."

Helen's eyes flickered with an indescribable allure, "What, is it so surprising that I do?"

Lin Chuan said, "I didn't mean it that way. Miss Helen, it's just unexpected to see someone as beautiful as you possessing such skills."

Helen smiled faintly, "Is that so? I heard that you, Mr. Lin, are also well-versed in Chinese kung fu. Could you teach me some time?"

"I wouldn't dare say teach, but we could certainly learn from each other." Lin Chuan humbly replied.

Helen took a stack of documents from her bag and placed them in front of Lin Chuan, saying, "Here's the information you requested. If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

"Miss Helen, you can't leave. Her Majesty instructed you to assist with my work." Lin Chuan said slowly, smiling at Helen.

Helen gave Lin Chuan a glare, ordered a cup of coffee, and said no more to him.

Lin Chuan opened the documents and began to read carefully.

Two years ago, six people accompanied the Queen's youngest daughter to Dubai, including four bodyguards and two caretakers. According to the information, the two caretakers had worked for the royal family for over a decade and shouldn't pose major issues. The four bodyguards belonged to the British Royal Guard, seemingly without problems either.

Yet, Lin Chuan felt something was off. The four bodyguards should have closely protected the Queen's youngest daughter, Manler, especially in a hotel. Even if the adversary was highly skilled, they shouldn't have managed to take someone without leaving any trace.

Besides, the hotel was under surveillance, and checking the footage later revealed no evidence of anyone kidnapping Manler. It was as though she had mysteriously vanished from the hotel.

Among the four bodyguards, Lin Chuan recognized a familiar face. After contemplating for a while, he realized that this familiar face was the American, Mark, who led the attack on Zhou Kai and others at the Green Hotel some days ago.

Why would Mark, a royal bodyguard, suddenly resign and willingly serve evil forces? Could it be related to Manler's disappearance?

All these doubts together suggested one thing: Manler's disappearance was far from simple. But after two years, finding this mole was no easy task.

"Helen, can you arrange a meeting with this person for me?" Lin Chuan, having no leads, decided to start with Mark.

Helen responded, "That's a bit difficult. The bodyguard who accompanied Princess Manler to Dubai resigned a month after her incident. Finding him will take time."

"Resigned? Why did he resign?" Lin Chuan asked.

Helen shrugged, "You're asking me? I don't know. I wouldn't even know who to ask."

Lin Chuan frowned and said, "Alright then, arrange for meetings with those who are available."

...

Song Jianguo, as the head of the Provincial Committee, usually didn't concern himself with Lin Chuan's affairs. However, he had a precious daughter, Song Xiaojia.

Upon hearing the news of Lin Chuan's arrest by the Americans, Song Xiaojia panicked and started packing to rush to Tianshengton.

Song Jianguo promptly stopped her and urged Song Xiaojia not to act impulsively.

Seeing his beloved daughter so concerned about Lin Chuan, Song Jianguo finally understood the place this kid Lin Chuan held in his daughter's heart. For the sake of his daughter, he called Li Xiangguo to inquire about Lin Chuan's situation.

Li Xiangguo already had an exceptional relationship with Song Jianguo, and upon receiving his call, he didn't hide anything and shared all the information with him.

Upon hearing that Lin Chuan was fine and would be back in a few days, Song Jianguo told his beloved daughter Song Xiaojia about the situation.

Song Xiaojia felt relieved and did not insist on going to Tiansheng. On the day of the public trial, she watched the live TV broadcast, and when Lin Chuan proposed to Tang Yumeng, her heart shattered.

Song Xiaojia's personality was straightforward, and whenever she encountered something unpleasant or sad, it was always visible on her face.

Zhang Wenhui had been working with Song Xiaojia for quite some time and understood her thoughts well. He took the opportunity to talk with her: "Xiaojia, Lin Chuan is no ordinary guy; his future prospects are limitless. Someone like him is not likely to belong to just one woman."

Zhang Wenhui's words were quite insightful, and Song Xiaojia could understand the deep meaning behind them. Although she tried hard to forget Lin Chuan, his shadow lingered in her mind.

Song Jianguo also watched that day's broadcast, and especially seeing Tang Yumeng, as the City Committee Secretary, kissing Lin Chuan in front of the world's media, made him uncomfortable.

He wanted to immediately convene the Provincial Committee Standing Committee to address the issue with Tang Yumeng seriously, but he thought it over and decided to first communicate with Secretary Liu from the Provincial Politics and Law Committee.

Secretary Liu had also received some complaints about Tang Yumeng but felt her behavior wasn't too outrageous, just a bit over the top, and he shared his opinion with Song Jianguo.

After listening to Secretary Liu, Song Jianguo thought for a while and agreed with his opinion, so he said no more, only worried about his beloved daughter Song Xiaojia.

Coincidentally, early Saturday morning, after Song Xiaojia finished washing up and was about to leave, Song Jianguo stopped her: "Xiaojia, come sit down, Dad has something to say to you."

Song Xiaojia came over and sat beside Song Jianguo.

"Xiaojia, I want to talk to you about you and Lin Chuan," Song Jianguo said kindly, looking at Song Xiaojia.

Song Xiaojia furrowed her brow slightly and said, "Dad, there's nothing between Lin Chuan and me, nothing to talk about."

"Xiaojia," Song Jianguo reached out and took Song Xiaojia's hand, saying, "You are my daughter; I've watched you grow up. How could I not see your little thoughts? Tell me, do you have feelings for Lin Chuan?"

Song Xiaojia bit her lip and said nothing.

Seeing Song Xiaojia remain silent, Song Jianguo realized he had hit the mark and continued, "Xiaojia, I only have one daughter. When Lin Chuan returns, I'll have a good talk with him."

Song Xiaojia looked up at her kind father and said, "Dad, don't. I'll deal with things between him and me myself."

Song Jianguo knew what Song Xiaojia was worried about; she didn't want him, as the head of the Provincial Committee, to use his power to force Lin Chuan. He said, "Daughter, don't worry, I know how to talk to Lin Chuan."

Song Xiaojia looked gratefully at Song Jianguo, who gently patted the back of her hand. Though nothing more was said, everything was understood.

...

When Mu Bai woke up, Lin Chuan had already left the hotel and was with Helen.

Without wearing clothes, she got up naked from the bed, called out Lin Chuan's name several times without a response, and angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it, cursing, "Lin Chuan, you bastard."

Sitting on the bed sulking for half a day, Mu Bai's eyes showed a determined look as she got up, quickly dressed, grabbed her handbag, and left the hotel.

At that moment, Lin Chuan was in a royal room with Helen, meeting the entourage who had accompanied Manler to Dubai. The first to be summoned was one of the four bodyguards named Feller.

Feller stood at 1.8 meters tall and looked very robust.

"Mr. Feller," Lin Chuan stared at Feller and said, "Can you tell us about the circumstances of Princess Manler's disappearance?"

Feller displayed a somewhat arrogant expression and said, "I've already said what needed to be said hundreds of times. It was just like that; Your Excellency can check the records."

Lin Chuan furrowed his brow slightly and said, "I ask you to detail it once more."

Feller glanced at Helen, then recounted the events of that day once again, matching the records exactly, showing no discrepancies.

"How's your relationship with him?" Lin Chuan showed Feller a photo of Mark and asked.

Feller took a look and said, "You mean Mark? Our relationship isn't much, just acquaintances."

"Please recall in detail, did Mark show any unusual behavior on the day of the incident?" Lin Chuan asked.

Feller remained silent for a long while, then shook his head and said, "Nothing seemed unusual, but around eight in the evening, he left his room for about half an hour. When he returned, I asked him where he had been. He said he went to the restroom. I was a bit puzzled then; there's a restroom in the room, why did he have to go out?"