Chapter 1 The Crown Prince Becomes a Third Party for Love

Chapter 1 The Crown Prince Becomes a Third Party for Love

Xie Lin leaned against the iron cage, panting heavily. He was 188 cm tall and had sharp, sculpted features, with a high and straight nose.

His wild, unruly silver hair was soaked with sweat, and a few stray strands clung to his brow bone, where a crack had appeared.

Blood mixed with sweat trickled down his sculpted jawline.

The deafening screams from the audience, "King Yama! Awesome!" were deafening.

The referee had just raised his arm to declare victory when his brother Liang Cheng hurriedly tumbled into the cage.

He could barely hold the phone: "Brother Lin... Mianmian... Sister-in-law is calling."

Xie Lin casually lifted his eyelids, his pale skin making his pupils appear frighteningly black.

A smirk played on his lips: "What? My darling missed me so much you cried?"

His thin lips smirked: "Or did you cry tears of joy when you heard I won the championship?"

Liang Cheng's face turned as purple as an eggplant. He closed his eyes and steeled his resolve: "Sister-in-law, she said... she's tired of you! She wants you to get lost! We're breaking up!"

Those usually alluring peach blossom eyes, which always carried a lazy smile, instantly turned cold.

A surge of hostility welled up in the depths of his pupils, and he chuckled softly, "Tired of it?" The last syllable rose lightly, yet it sent a chill down Liang Cheng's spine.

I glanced at my phone screen and saw a message from someone whose contact name was "My Darling Princess": "I'm bored, let's break up."

Those few words stung his wanton and amorous eyes.

With red eyes, he ran his fingertips over the lock screen wallpaper, showing Lin Mianmian's smiling face as she fed the cat, and a cold glint flashed in the cross earring.

"Bang!" He slammed his fist against the wall, and blood trickled from the cat tattoo on his knuckle.

Blood dripped from his palm, splattering onto the ground, his heart bleeding as well. His voice, filled with rage, demanded, "Did I even give you permission?"

A red exclamation mark danced on the broken screen, reflecting the crimson in his eyes.

"Damn it!" Xie Lin ignored his injuries, jumped onto his nearest pet, "Little Red," Lamborghini, and sped off towards A University.

The wounded beast rushed off the roadside, and Xie Lin sped along with the mad dog, his hands stained with blood as he drove.

"Brother Lin!" Liang Cheng, fearing something might happen to him, quickly drove after him.

On the other side of the school, Lin Mianmian, the soft and cuddly little bunny, was thinking about how much her meal had cost.

Cabbage, tomatoes, eggs, and rice cost a total of 5 yuan. If I save money like this, and add the money I earn from my part-time job, it will be enough to cover my grandma's medicine expenses.

Thinking of heading towards the discount window.

"Have you heard? Xie Lin, the heir of Peking University, won the championship today!"

"Wow! So handsome! Ahhh, Chun Chun is like a dad."

The girl showed another girl a photo of Xie Lin in the boxing ring.

"Wow!" The boy in the photo is unruly, wearing red boxing gloves, with eye-catching silver hair, exuding arrogance and roguish charm.

The young man was full of vigor and pride, so much so that anyone who saw him couldn't help but be captivated and fantasize about what might happen between them.

Lin Mianmian glanced at Xie Lin's photo and her heart skipped a beat. It was no longer her concern.

Lin Mianmian carried her own food and obediently found a seat in the cafeteria.

She placed her pink backpack on the chair next to her. The girl had fair skin and a small, delicate face. She sat there quietly eating, looking just like a porcelain doll.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a beer belly sat down next to her with ill intentions.

Teasing: "Hey, don't you get tired of eating this every day?" "How about this, you come here with me today, and I promise you'll have milk tea every day from now on."

He handed Mianmian a room key.

Lin Mianmian clenched her sleeves and bit her lip. Not wanting to waste any more words with him, she picked up her tray and prepared to leave. "Sorry, I don't need it."

"You're asking for it, aren't you? Someone like you who looks innocent has probably been played by men countless times behind your back." The man instantly lost his guard and launched a shameless attack.

"This was given to you by a man who's been with you, right? It's a high-end brand."

The old man pointed at the warm clothes the young girl was wearing and teased her. Lin Mianmian paused upon hearing this.

The clothes Lin Mianmian was wearing were bought for her by Xie Lin. Didn't he say they cost tens of yuan each?

Actually, Xie Lin carefully selected each piece of clothing, one by one, staying up all night; they were all designer brands.

Sometimes I see other girls on the street wearing beautiful Lolita fashion, Hanfu, or something similar.

He kicked his brother and made him go up and ask where the girl bought it. He would get her anything that looked good, no matter how expensive it was, just to make sure the girl thought it was too expensive.

"None of your business!" The girl slapped the old man across the face.

The man's face stung with pain. "Fuck your mother, you little slut, how dare you hit me!" The man raised his hand, about to slap Lin Mianmian's face.

A tall figure, emanating a faint scent of tobacco and blood, suddenly appeared.

Xie Lin kicked the old man hard to the ground with a ruthless and precise movement.

His silver hair was slightly disheveled, and there were fresh wounds on his forehead and brow bone. A terrifying ferocity surged in his eyes.

The next second, he bent down, grabbed the old man by the collar, and punched him several times with great force.

The old man's skin was instantly torn open, and his screams pierced the sky.

Lin Mianmian was the apple of his eye; he cherished her like a precious darling, afraid she would break if he held her in his hands or melt if he kept her in his mouth.

Don't touch him, don't move him. If you mess with this mad dog, prepare to choose between prison and hospital.

The wound on the boy's brow bone reopened due to the exertion, and the blood flowed even more, but he didn't even flinch.

Not long after, Liang Cheng saw that his brother had vented his anger enough, so he had someone take him away and contacted a lawyer to prepare to send the old beast who had harassed over a hundred women to prison.

"Are you alright, Mianmian?" Xie Lin asked, his voice magnetic and gentle yet tinged with self-reproach, as he strode up to Lin Mianmian.

His strong hormonal scent, mixed with a faint smell of blood and tobacco, enveloped the young girl.

He tried to reach out and touch her, but Lin Mianmian dodged away.

Xie Lin paused slightly, then stroked the little girl's cheek again. Seeing that she did not resist, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers to calm her breathing.

"I'm sorry, baby, it's all my fault for making you suffer." His sweet voice was full of lingering fear and heartache.

"Xie, we've broken up." Lin Mianmian pushed away the handsome guy who was full of murderous intent but extremely gentle towards her.

The voice was clear but distant: "Please stay away from me."

Xie Lin's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. His usually wanton and alluring peach blossom eyes were now unfathomable, locking onto her tightly, and his lazy mask shattered at every turn.

"We'll split up after three months, that's what we agreed on." Lin Mianmian's delicate, soft eyelashes fluttered, and she made the calculations crystal clear.

"Lin Mianmian, in these past three months, haven't you liked me even a little bit?" A long, slender hand pressed down on her thin shoulder, the force becoming uncontrollable and a little stronger, as he questioned the young girl in front of him with red eyes.

"No, I've never liked you." The answer was decisive and straightforward, as if they were complete strangers.

"You were the one who said back then that you were just playing around with me and wouldn't fall in love with me."

"Besides, we only have a contractual relationship."

"Good! Very good!" The arrogant and unruly Prince Xie staggered back a few steps.

The laughter was dry and cold, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart.

"Then what the hell was your promise to love me forever? Was that a lie too?" Xie Lin asked stubbornly, his breath trembling and his eyes red.

"Yes, it's just acting." Cold, clear-headed, and rational, his words were articulate.

"Are there other dogs outside?" He brought his high-bridged nose close to her and sniffed.

It doesn't smell like other men, only like a milky, fragrant peach.

This is the taste he had when he ate her lips.

Xie Lin is a powerful figure, a top-tier princeling in Beijing's elite circles, capable of wielding immense influence in City A. He is dangerous and unruly, engaging in reckless driving, boxing, and doing whatever excites him.

The precious son of the family is one in a million in appearance, and can have any woman he wants.

His only drawback might be that he was cruel and violent, frequently had fits of rage, and did a lot of extreme things.

She was just an ordinary female college student who couldn't even afford meat and had endless part-time jobs.

A terrible family background, and an elderly grandmother with serious illness to care for.

No matter how you look at it, he and Xie Lin are from completely different worlds.

Moreover, she only got together with him in the first place to pay for her grandmother's surgery.

He suggested we break up, saying we were just dating for fun and he wasn't interested. Now the time has come.

All she wanted was to finish college, find a good job, cure her grandmother's illness, and then live a simple, ordinary life. She didn't dare ask for anything more.

"Lin Mianmian, you decided to break up, I didn't agree! And I've changed my mind! It doesn't count!"

"Even if it means being your male mistress, I, Xie Lin, will accept it, just please don't leave me, I beg you." His voice was hoarse.

He grabbed her little hand and rubbed it against his strong face, his usual arrogance gone, his tone full of pleading.

Lin Mianmian turned her face away, unmoved.

His taut, bony hand gripped hers again, pressing it against his wound, blood soaking her fingertips. "My heart will only beat for you in this lifetime."

"...Wait for me...to marry you..."

Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and his forehead slammed heavily onto the ground. The blood-stained prayer beads shattered on the floor.

"Xie Lin!" Liang Cheng pushed through the crowd and caught Xie Lin as he slid down.

Lin Mianmian's eyes widened in shock, and she froze instantly. A video circulating online showed a young master from the Beijing elite circle willing to be a mistress for love. The video's comments section was filled with:

The Buddhist prayer beads broke, and so did the young master's puppy!

[Mianmian's dog wife, come and collect the body immediately!]

"You brat, you're eating so well, no, let me have some!" Mianmian's roommate Jiang Nuan read the comments on the screen.

"Wow! Mianmian, your boyfriend is Xie Lin, the prince of Beijing's elite circle."

He chewed on the potato chips with surprise and excitement, and then stuffed more chips into Mianmian's mouth.

Then, like a little hedgehog in a melon patch, he moved a stool and sat down next to her.

"Then Mianmian, no, young mistress." "Give me 20,000 a month and I'll be your housekeeper, okay?" "Hehe, by the way, can I get it stamped?"

"And will your wealthy mother-in-law give you 5 million to leave her son? Mianmian, you must accept it! Help your sisters get rich!" Jiang Nuan said excitedly.

"I've already broken up with him, Nuannuan."

"And it's not what you think about our relationship." Lin Mianmian sighed.

A roguish, carefree figure emerged from the sea. Suddenly, a phone call came in.