Chapter 10: Jin Yuchuan’s Persistence, Befitting the Overbearing CEO

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Meanwhile, inside the main courtyard of the Deer Garden estate.

Jin Yuchuan clasped his hands together and held them close to his lips.

On the computer screen played surveillance footage from near the hospital.

The angles varied, but one thing was clear—each clip captured the robust man who had rescued the bespectacled man today.

At the time, they were almost entering the inpatient building, yet within a minute, he swiftly turned back and quietly took down two men.

His reaction was lightning-fast, and his speed in rescuing the man was astonishing.

Moreover, the two subordinates under this sturdy man were elite warriors, but before him, they seemed as weak as quail, easily manipulated.

The screen replayed the man’s rapid approach to the rescue repeatedly. Qingya had adjusted the resolution to 2K, revealing every detail clearly.

Jin Yuchuan zoomed in on the man’s footsteps. They looked steady at first glance, but on closer inspection, his feet barely pressed down firmly.

The entire movement resembled a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface.

Jin Yuchuan’s eyes narrowed. A faint dark gleam flashed through his deep, intense black eyes, filled with unfathomable depth.

Just then, the door was rudely pushed open.

“You’re so rich—why haven’t you installed an elevator in this building?”

A man clad in black tactical gear strode in boldly, his gait flamboyant. His clothes were soaked through, yet he paid no mind.

Jin Yuchuan lifted his lashes slightly and looked up. Seeing the man’s disheveled state, his gaze remained as indifferent as ever.

“Kicked out by the old man, and now you’re really going to become a drifter?”

Ling Qiao’s expression stiffened instantly, then snapped back angrily, “Can you not be so harsh? I wasn’t kicked out! I’m out here experiencing the world, learning the ways of human nature!”

“Hm?” Jin Yuchuan watched him quietly, his black eyes seeming to see right through him.

Ling Qiao, caught off guard, nervously changed the subject: “You city folks sure know how to enjoy life. All those skyscrapers have elevators going up and down. Why haven’t you installed one?”

Jin Yuchuan chuckled lightly, not exposing him, and responded calmly, “For you, it’s just a few steps.”

“True, but I’d still like to enjoy the ease of not having to exert myself climbing stairs.”

Ling Qiao slumped onto the sofa, leaning back with an arm draped over its backrest. His handsome face and carefree demeanor were striking.

“Enough talk—why did you suddenly call me back?”

His lazy attitude provoked Jin Yuchuan’s impatience. His brow furrowed slightly, but he refrained from anger, instead asking flatly, “Bailan, remember her?”

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“Of course I remember—the woman you spent nearly two years searching for with all your effort.”

At the mention of her, Ling Qiao sat up straight, eyes wide. “You’re not still hung up on her, are you?”

Jin Yuchuan lowered his lashes, silent.

Ling Qiao rolled his eyes. “Mr. Jin, you’re already called ‘sir’ by everyone. You’re a renowned business magnate—how can you let some romantic nonsense hold you back?”

“I’m not trying to judge you, but you’re way too obsessed with that woman. What exactly did Bailan do to make you go to such lengths for years, crossing all boundaries?”

Ling Qiao strode over to Jin Yuchuan, placing his hands on the table, looking him squarely in the eye.

His gaze was earnest and serious, tinged with concern.

“Sir Jin, you should stop. If you keep this up, sooner or later you’re going to end up in jail!”

Jin Yuchuan grew impatient, frowning deeply, turning his head away.

His voice was restrained: “I’ve found her.”

“Found her?” Ling Qiao was surprised. “How did you find her? Bribed someone from the X gang to help?”

Jin Yuchuan replied, “She was in a car accident.”

“Oh… really?” Ling Qiao feigned shock, then put a hand on Jin Yuchuan’s shoulder.

“Brother, my condolences…” He pretended to sob. “Though I never met her and don’t know your story, she will always be my sister-in-law in my heart.”

Jin Yuchuan remained silent.

His long fingers pressed against his forehead; veins stood out on the back of his hand, showing his tolerance for Ling Qiao.

He gritted his teeth: “She’s fine—just amnesiac.”

“Amnesiac?” Ling Qiao asked with concern. “Does she still remember your love?”

Jin Yuchuan said nothing.

“I have nothing to do with her!”

He had explained this countless times.

As always, Ling Qiao refused to believe him.

“Come on, you’ve been searching for her so long—if you had nothing to do with her, why bother? You’re clearly obsessed. If she hadn’t hidden her identity, I’d bet you’d have put out a nationwide wanted notice, like some kind of… what’s it called…”

He frowned, digging up a phrase he barely knew: “A domineering CEO in a romance novel. Bailan suddenly left, and you went mad searching for her ever since. The characters fit perfectly: you’re the all-powerful tycoon of Jin City, and she’s the mysterious medical genius.”

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Ling Qiao grew more animated, teasingly raising an eyebrow at him: “I’ve met plenty of women in medicine—they’re usually elegant and delicate, with soft, gentle voices. Bailan probably fits that image perfectly. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect little wife?”

When he first heard Jin Yuchuan was searching everywhere for Bailan, Ling Qiao sensed something was off.

Because his family had some connection with Bailan’s master, Ling Qiao had volunteered to help gather information.

But aside from her approximate age, nothing else came up.

Jin Yuchuan had spent massive manpower on the search, but the results were equally fruitless.

Ling Qiao thought he was delusional and tried to persuade him several times, but Jin Yuchuan remained stubborn, which left Ling Qiao baffled.

That changed when he accidentally confiscated a few CEO romance novels from his young niece.

After immersing himself in those stories, it was as if a sudden enlightenment struck him.

The stoic male lead, immensely wealthy and well-connected, controlling the city’s economy and operating in both legitimate and shady circles.

The female lead, from a complicated background, talented and resilient, earning the male lead’s admiration.

Later, they part ways, and the male lead recklessly pursues her, unrestrained by moral or legal boundaries.

It mirrored Jin Yuchuan’s situation perfectly.

Ling Qiao rubbed his hands together, his expression full of gossip: “Tell me, did you target her skills, lure the poor girl over, then break her heart with your coldness? Did she decide to leave, and you only realized you loved her afterward, saying the classic line—‘Damn it, I’ve fallen for that woman’?”

Jin Yuchuan’s mind was a chaotic mess after hearing all this.

What on earth was all this nonsense?

He took a deep breath, voice low and heavy: “You’ve got too much free time if you’re reading all this rubbish.”

He lifted his gaze, his sharp black eyes sweeping over Ling Qiao.

With a single look, an invisible oppressive force swept the room like a violent storm, constricting breath and sending a chill down the spine.

Ling Qiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously, intimidated by the aura, and he quickly smiled ingratiatingly.

“I’m just joking, don’t take it seriously! Seriously, don’t!”

The atmosphere grew increasingly strange. His gaze flickered as he scrambled to recover.

“She’s amnesiac, right? Maybe I can help contact her master?”