I Transmigrated Into a Villain and All the Heroines in This Novel Have Systems?

Chapter 45:

Xu Manli was completely panicked now. She hurriedly snatched her ID card back. “H-how did you do that? When did you steal my ID?”

As she spoke, she instinctively patted her pockets, her heart pounding in shock.

How could this guy be so skilled?

He had managed to take something off her without her noticing.

Lu Chaoge, standing beside her, was equally stunned.

She had been standing right next to them the whole time and hadn’t seen Lin Chuan make any obvious movements.

Yet, somehow, Xu Manli’s personal belongings had ended up in his hands without anyone noticing.

That was terrifying.

A smug look appeared on Lin Chuan’s face.

The techniques he had just used were strikingly similar to the skills of expert pickpockets.

He had only given a small demonstration, yet it had yielded a remarkable effect.

“Next time, show some respect when you speak to me. I’m your CEO’s future husband. If you dare disrespect me again, I won’t be so lenient.”

As he spoke, he tossed something toward Xu Manli.

She instinctively caught it and looked down, only to realize it was one of her earrings.

She quickly reached for her earlobe—sure enough, the earring was gone.

Staring blankly at Lin Chuan’s departing figure, she was so stunned that it took her a long time to process what had just happened.

“Chaoge, why do I feel so creeped out?” she asked, looking at Lu Chaoge with a mix of fear and disbelief.

Lu Chaoge nodded in agreement. “I feel the same way.”

Whether it was his so-called “spirit communication” that had forced a confession out of Wan Jinyou, or the sleight-of-hand tricks he had just displayed, everything about Lin Chuan seemed beyond comprehension.

Wasn’t he supposed to be a good-for-nothing rich kid?

How did he possess so many bizarre and unexpected skills?

“Could it be… we’ve all misunderstood him? Maybe he’s only pretending to be a spoiled playboy, but in reality, he’s incredibly intelligent?” Xu Manli suggested, though even she found it hard to believe.

Lu Chaoge tilted her head in thought, but after a moment, she shook her head. “I have no idea what to make of him anymore.”

Even though they had been engaged for a while, she didn’t really know much about him.

All she had heard were terrible rumors—how he was the most infamous playboy among the rich young elites of Zhonghai.

But after spending these past two days with him, she realized that he wasn’t as brainless as people claimed.

Sure, he could be reckless at times, but he kept doing things that caught everyone off guard.

What a complicated guy.

…

Lin Chuan had no idea that his casual tricks had left two beautiful women so unsettled.

After leaving Lu Group, he hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Lin family estate.

The Lin Estate was located in Luoxia Mountain, on the western side of Zhonghai.

Luoxia Mountain was known as a wealthy district, home to some of the most powerful and influential people in the city.

Owning property here was a symbol of extreme wealth and status.

As one of the most prominent families in Zhonghai, the Lin family possessed the most prestigious estate in Luoxia Mountain, covering an area equivalent to several football fields.

The taxi driver, navigating the wide mountain roads, was visibly tense.

He was terrified of accidentally scratching one of the luxury cars on the road.

Every car in this area was worth millions—if he hit one, even selling everything he owned wouldn’t be enough to compensate for the damages.

“Young man, are you visiting a friend here?”

The driver glanced at Lin Chuan through the rearview mirror. No matter how he looked at him, this young man didn’t seem like someone who belonged in such an elite area.

What kind of rich person takes a taxi?

“No, I live here,” Lin Chuan answered casually.

The driver clearly didn’t believe him. He simply shook his head and laughed. “You’ve got a good sense of humor, kid.”

“Oh? Do I not look the part?” Lin Chuan smirked.

The driver coughed awkwardly. “It’s good to have ambitions. Work hard, and maybe one day you’ll be able to buy a house here.”

Lin Chuan chuckled and didn’t bother explaining further.

The taxi eventually arrived at the gates of the Lin Estate.

An elderly butler, Chen Jirong, was already waiting at the entrance with several attendants.

When he saw the taxi pull up, he was momentarily surprised but quickly regained his composure. He walked over briskly and opened the car door. “Why did you take a taxi? Didn’t you drive your own car?”

“I lent it to a friend,” Lin Chuan said as he stepped out. “Oh, by the way, Grandpa Chen, I don’t have any cash on me. Can you pay the fare for me? The driver was nice—give him a little extra as a tip.”

“Of course.”

Chen Jirong nodded and pulled out several hundred-yuan bills, handing them to the driver through the window. “Thank you for bringing our young master home. Here’s a tip from him.”

The driver was completely dumbfounded. He mechanically accepted the money. “Wait… this young man is really your family’s heir?”

Chen Jirong chuckled. “Do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own young master?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant…” The driver tried to explain, but he was so flustered that he couldn’t string together a proper sentence.

Chen Jirong paid him no further attention and turned back to Lin Chuan. “Come inside. The master is waiting for you in the living room.”

Lin Chuan, surrounded by the attendants, walked into the estate.

The taxi driver watched them disappear into the grand estate, still in shock.

“A real heir of a financial empire… riding in my taxi? Why would he do that? To experience common life struggles?”

Regardless, this was definitely a story he could brag about to his friends for a long time.

The heir of a wealthy family had ridden in his cab—just telling people about it made him feel prestigious.

…

The Lin Estate was extravagantly decorated.

The enormous courtyard was filled with lush greenery, meticulously maintained by professional gardeners.

In the center of the courtyard stood a massive fountain.

At its core was a five-meter-tall statue of a knight on horseback, brandishing a sword toward the horizon—a symbol of relentless ambition.

Beyond the fountain stood a grand castle-like mansion.

This five-story structure was built in a Gothic architectural style, with its entire exterior made of marble.

Standing beneath it, one couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and intimidation.

The original owner of this body had always disliked the suffocating atmosphere of this place.

That was why he had chosen to move to a villa instead, rather than live here.

But because of this, his relationship with his father had grown distant over the years.

Lin Chuan followed Chen Jirong inside.

The living room was vast, with towering ceilings that made it feel like standing inside a well.

The interior design was styled after European royal palaces, giving off an air of aristocracy.

The most eye-catching feature was the massive mural covering an entire wall opposite the main entrance.

The painting was about five meters tall and depicted a middle-aged man sitting on a couch, smoking a pipe.

His deep gaze exuded an air of mystery, reminiscent of a powerful mafia boss.

This man was none other than Lin Qiandong, the current head of the Lin family.

At this moment, Lin Qiandong himself was seated directly beneath the painting, also holding a pipe in his mouth.

With the mural as a backdrop, he looked almost identical to the figure in the painting—like a perfect reflection.

Lin Chuan walked up to him, took a deep breath, and greeted him.

“I… I’m back.”