Chapter 12: Jin Yuchuan’s Background, the Martial Artist Becomes Her Bodyguard
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Jin Yuchuan cast him a sidelong glance. “Are you very free?”
“I’m just trying to advise you!” Ling Qiao protested indignantly. “Even if you’re capable and don’t need the family’s support, you can’t keep going like this forever.”
He felt wronged.
Right after reaching adulthood, Jin Yuchuan left Yanjing with a sum of startup capital given by the old master, and in the midst of numerous power players in Jin City, he forcibly carved out a career of his own.
Now, five years later, his enterprises not only lead in Jin City but have also secured a position nationwide.
Coupled with his formidable background, people respectfully addressed him as “Master Jin.”
Yet behind the glow of success lay his traditionally distant family ties.
Ling Qiao had known him since childhood and was somewhat familiar with the Jin family’s situation.
Even after leaving Yanjing, they never stopped monitoring him.
Jin Yuchuan’s brow furrowed slightly, showing some impatience.
Suppressing his rising irritation, he said to Ye Chunxi, “You should head back first.”
“Mm.”
Ye Chunxi glanced at Ling Qiao, her eyes flickering briefly before turning away.
She had investigated Jin Yuchuan’s background.
The Jin family of Yanjing was a top-tier aristocratic household.
A dashing young man, he had stirred a wave of admiration among socialites and heiresses.
Having completed all his studies at a young age, he had proudly returned home.
At eighteen, he left the family and started a business in an unfamiliar city.
Some remarked: he left the family at eighteen not because he only gained the ability then, but because the law stipulated that only at eighteen could one legally be a company’s legal representative.
His talent and courage were beyond ordinary.
Having been exposed to company affairs since age twelve, even the old master of the Jin family praised him endlessly.
Hence, he became the old master’s most beloved grandson, receiving billions in funding without hesitation, full of expectations and trust that Jin Yuchuan would forge a career on his own.
Ye Chunxi was so overwhelmed by his aura that she overlooked his family.
Otherwise, she would have known earlier that their parents had long since passed away.
She pressed her lips together, hands tightening slightly.
...
The door was tightly shut. Jin Yuchuan’s usual gentle and indifferent gaze sharpened into something stern and commanding.
“If you’re so free, I wouldn’t mind having the old master find you something to do.”
Ling Qiao flinched, his arrogance instantly deflating.
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“Don’t, Master Jin. I just feel sorry for your sister and want you to spend more time with her. That young lady was about to cry just now; I truly can’t bear it...”
“Can’t bear it?” Jin Yuchuan suddenly spoke.
“Yes!”
Ling Qiao thought he was empathizing, so he went on embellishing.
“Your sister isn’t young anymore. She finally found her family only to discover that your parents have passed. Surely you wouldn’t take her back to the Jin family. The two siblings rely on each other in Jin City, and you’re the only one they can count on. Yet you leave her in this desolate place and rarely visit...”
Jin Yuchuan closed his laptop, clearly irritated. “If you’re so concerned, then the task of protecting her is yours.”
“What did you say?” Ling Qiao was dumbfounded.
He was the heir of the family, a renowned figure in the martial arts world, and Jin Yuchuan was asking him to protect a young girl?
This was outright disdain and insult!
“What identity do I have that you want me to be a bodyguard? Even if she is your sister, that’s impossible!” Ling Qiao protested.
What a joke—Jin Yuchuan had countless bodyguards and plenty of wealth. Even as a martial artist, given the old master’s temperament, he could easily assign a few guards free of charge. Why would he need him?
If they wanted him to work, at least offer a proper price.
Jin Yuchuan leaned back, lifting his head slightly. His deep, ink-like eyes quietly fixed on him as he said slowly, “What if I told you she is Bai Lan?”
Those words made Ling Qiao’s eyes widen, pupils contracting sharply.
“She’s Bai Lan?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.
No wonder Jin Yuchuan was so fixated on Bai Lan—she was his flesh and blood.
His fantasies about those domineering CEO romance scenarios were dashed.
Ling Qiao’s expression suddenly fell.
Jin Yuchuan paid no mind to his thoughts and delivered his final ultimatum.
“Either protect her, or go back.”
Ling Qiao’s body trembled, then softened instantly, smiling ingratiatingly. “No, I’ll do it.”
At home, the old man always complained that he wasn’t serious and planned to subject him to special training to temper his character.
Used to causing trouble, such training was a torment both physically and mentally.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and thought of Jin Yuchuan.
In the old man’s mind, Jin Yuchuan was always serious, meticulous, and thoughtful, so he said he wanted to come down and learn from him—also to see the world’s ways.
But admitting this was embarrassing.
He even intercepted the old man himself to make contact, claiming it was for experience.
Who knew Jin Yuchuan hit the mark, saying he was kicked out by the old man.
Ling Qiao was embarrassed and thought silently: no wonder Jin Yuchuan was so adept at reading people.
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“But surprisingly, Bai Lan, hailed as the rising star of the ancient medical world, is actually your sister.”
This was Ling Qiao’s first time meeting Bai Lan.
Suddenly recalling something, his face changed sharply. “Doesn’t that mean the amnesiac girl is your sister too?”
“What a pitiful young lady, wandering half her life, finally finding her brother, yet suffering amnesia...” Ling Qiao felt a profound pity, sighing heavily.
He placed his hand on Jin Yuchuan’s shoulder, eyes resolute. “Don’t worry, as your good brother, I’ll find a way to contact Master Qiao for you!”
Jin Yuchuan ruthlessly brushed his hand away.
If Master Qiao were so easy to reach, he wouldn’t have resorted to seeking Bai Lan.
Even Ling Qiao’s grandfather couldn’t guarantee coaxing him out of retirement.
Compared to that, the medical alliance conference gave Jin Yuchuan more confidence.
And tomorrow was Thursday.
...
Returning to Jinshui Pavilion, Ye Chunxi encountered Steward Kong coming toward her.
“Miss Ye, I’m here to ask what you’d like for dinner tonight so I can instruct the staff.”
Ye Chunxi paused, not answering immediately, but asked, “Will my brother be home for dinner tonight?”
“Well...” Steward Kong hesitated. “Young master should be staying.”
He had just inquired with Nan Sheng; most of Jin Yuchuan’s schedule today had been postponed, with no other arrangements.
But he knew the young master was a notorious workaholic who wouldn’t spend much time here.
Ye Chunxi noticed his difficulty.
Jin Yuchuan’s workload was indeed heavy; she didn’t insist.
“I want hot pot. The hospital food is too bland.”
Such richly flavored food had never appeared at Luyuan estate.
Steward Kong readily agreed, “I’ll arrange it immediately, but since you’re just recovering from illness, you shouldn’t eat anything too spicy.”
Ye Chunxi nodded politely. “Thank you, Steward Kong.”
The young lady was beautiful and had a pleasant voice.
Delighted, Steward Kong’s eyes crinkled into a smile. “Miss Ye, you’re too kind.”
After she left, he took out his phone and secretly sent a message.
[Old master, the young lady is quite good in every way, only seems a bit young.]