Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: Children's Song

In the presidential suite of the Sofitel Hotel, the spacious room, with its complete set of elegant furniture, looked like a perfect home. Adhering to traditional French design and blending with ancient Roman vintage style, every arrangement in the room was crafted with ingenuity, ensuring that guests could smell the noble and luxurious aroma upon entering.

Fresh flowers, changed daily, were placed in exquisite vases in the corners, and the air was filled with the rich but not overpowering scent of famous French perfumes.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened from the inside. Lin Ruoxi, having just taken a hot shower, was wearing a white silk bathrobe provided by the hotel. Holding a white towel, she gently wiped her still damp hair as she slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

The loose bathrobe concealed much of her creamy skin and her perfectly toned body, but in the haze, it highlighted a sense of dynamic and light allure.

The night view of Paris was not as bustling as Zhonghai, more so a kind of tranquil flow, as if amidst the myriad lights, one could still feel surrounded by a sea of flowers.

With a soft sigh, Lin Ruoxi stopped drying her hair and turned to look at a wooden antique wall clock in the room.

It had been over an hour since Yang Chen was taken away, with no news at all. Although she had full confidence in Yang Chen, her worry didn't lessen.

Standing quietly alone in the room, Lin Ruoxi became slightly dazed and found it somewhat laughable.

Once, she didn't regard this man as an equal human being at all. In fact, many times she hoped he would just die, so he wouldn't bother her anymore, constantly reminding her of that chaotic, hellish night when she lost her innocence.

Yet unknowingly, they had walked together for a year, arguing, sulking, giving each other the cold shoulder, joking around. The little moments in life, scene after scene, seemed to have all happened just yesterday.

In the busy routine of rising early and returning late, there was just this seemingly insignificant, idle man added, but the days didn't seem as cold and lonely as before.

This guy, from head to toe, had almost no merits. Lazy, crude, even vulgar. Not only did he smoke and drink, but he was also quite a troublemaker. While other men might hide their misdeeds, he was blatantly philandering, his face as thick as a city wall.

He always made her angry, always joked about her, ridiculed her, scared her, and made her anxious.

He seemed obedient, but at crucial moments, he ignored everyone else's advice, embodying male chauvinism to the extreme.

"Is there anything to like about such a man?" Lin Ruoxi muttered, not knowing who she was asking.

After a long journey on the plane, an afternoon of traveling by car, and the ordeal of being kidnapped, she was utterly exhausted.

Feeling weak, Lin Ruoxi walked over to the soft, comfortable bed and sat down, her head lowered, but she couldn't muster the courage to lie down.

"If I fall asleep, will he come back by morning?" Lin Ruoxi felt her head pounding. She closed her eyes in pain, shook her head, opened her eyes again, and asked herself, "Why did I become like this because of such a bad guy? Is it just because he confessed to me that night?"

In her mind, the scene of that night, running out of the restaurant and crying on the street, flashed uncontrollably.

"Such a rotten man, from a completely different world than you! Someone like me! Can I like you?!"

Recalling that moment, Yang Chen's shout seemed to echo in her ears. A hint of shyness appeared on Lin Ruoxi's face, and she couldn't help but laugh, "Really, what kind of man confesses by saying he's rotten? What a fool. I've never said I liked you, idiot...

But if I don't like him, why do I always think about him? I guess I do after all..."

"Ring ring ring!"

The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted Lin Ruoxi's self-talk.

Startled, Lin Ruoxi sat up straight, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and reached for the hotel phone on the bedside table.

"Ruoxi, am I bothering you?" It was Goodman on the other end of the line.

Lin Ruoxi responded, then quickly asked, "Is there any news about Yang Chen? Has the lawyer bailed him out?"

Goodman sounded troubled, "I've already hired the best lawyer in Paris, but there's no news yet. But don't worry, I'll do my utmost, he will be fine."

"Okay. So why did you call?" Lin Ruoxi, disappointed that it wasn't about Yang Chen, responded more coldly.

"You seemed very tired and in a bad mood, so I thought I'd take you to the Thai massage parlor at the hotel. They have the best female masseuses to help you relax. And, that burger we had tonight was nothing special. Let me treat you to something better."

"No need," Lin Ruoxi interrupted Goodman directly. "Thank you for your kindness, but it's very late, and I want to rest."

Goodman was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright. Tomorrow is the start of the fashion week shows. I'll pick you up in the morning. Whether Mr. Yang gets out early or not, we can't delay the work."

"It's at the Carrousel du Louvre, near the Tuileries Garden by Place de la Concorde, right?" Lin Ruoxi asked.

"That's right, Ruoxi, you have a great memory," Goodman replied with a smile.

"No need to pick me up. I'll get there myself. Just arrange a driver for me. I'll handle attending the fashion week events, and you focus on contacting designers and brand manufacturers. That will be more efficient. If you accompany me, it will leave the company's daily work unattended, and there's no need for that," Lin Ruoxi said calmly.

"But..."

"It's settled." Lin Ruoxi hung up the phone.

In his room, Goodman stared at the phone in disbelief before angrily slamming it down. He took several deep breaths, his face dark and cold.

"You dare to disregard my existence, Lin Ruoxi. You will be mine sooner or later."

Goodman narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself. Just as he was about to turn off the bedside lamp, the doorbell rang.

Reluctantly, Goodman got up from bed in his pajamas, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole. He saw a smiling hotel staff member outside.

Opening the door, Goodman frowned and asked, "What is it? Don't you know guests need to sleep?"

The man in the hotel uniform just smiled without speaking and handed Goodman a black card.

Goodman felt it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but couldn't recall exactly where.

"What is this?" Goodman asked, puzzled.

The smile on the waiter's face vanished, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, a small handgun appeared in his other hand, the barrel aimed at Goodman's forehead in the next moment!

Goodman stared blankly at the gun, finally recalling what the golden sun symbolized—it was the mark of the kidnappers!

"We have something to discuss. Go inside, and we'll talk slowly," the "waiter" said with a cold smile, his eyes gesturing towards the room.

Meanwhile, on the other end, after hanging up the phone, Lin Ruoxi sat in a daze for a while, finally sighing softly. Just as she was about to turn off the light and rest, she too heard the doorbell.

Since she was staying in one of the few presidential suites of the hotel, it was unlikely anyone would disturb her, as many of the guests had bodyguards stationed outside their doors.

Puzzled, Lin Ruoxi couldn't think of anyone she knew in Paris. Goodman, having been rejected, wouldn't have the courage to come over.

She put on her slippers and walked to the door, cautiously looking through the peephole, only to be shocked!

There was another eye looking back at her through the peephole!

Startled, Lin Ruoxi took a step back, clutching her chest, realizing it was someone playing a prank by blocking the peephole with their eye.

Angrily stomping her foot, Lin Ruoxi was about to ignore whoever was outside and go back to sleep when she suddenly heard someone singing, "Little Ruoxi, open the door, hurry and open it, your husband is back."

This voice was unmistakably Yang Chen's!

Lin Ruoxi quickly turned around and opened the door, and sure enough, there stood Yang Chen with a mischievous grin.

"What do you think? I adapted this children's song, and it sounds pretty good, right? See, I told you, picking me as the entertainment company's director is still..."

Before Yang Chen could finish his boast, his words trailed off because Lin Ruoxi had already thrown herself into his arms!

Soft and delicate, wearing only a thin silk nightgown, her hair carried the mixed scent of shampoo and her natural gardenia fragrance, filling all of Yang Chen's senses and making him feel intoxicated.

Yang Chen had fantasized more than once that his wife would, one day, greet him with the same warmth his lovers did—not with a cold demeanor, but by happily throwing herself into his arms, allowing him to cherish her freely.

But now that this moment had finally arrived, Yang Chen found that he couldn't muster even the slightest inappropriate thought.

Because the woman in his arms was crying.