Chapter 13: Old Jin: Just Get the Marriage Certificate Directly; Young Master Mu Wants to See His Sister

Jin Elder: "How much younger?"

Butler Kong: "Not quite sure; the young master hasn’t disclosed the exact age. But judging by appearances, probably around four or five years younger."

Yesterday, when Jin Yuchuan mentioned he was bringing home a girl, Butler Kong was overjoyed and couldn’t wait to share the news with the elder master.

Regarding this grandson, Jin Elder was immensely pleased.

He just worried too much about his career, neglecting family.

Being out in the world alone and rarely returning, he sincerely hoped Jin Yuchuan would soon have someone close by his side.

He had planned a marriage match for him several times but was repeatedly refused.

Now that there was finally some progress, Jin Elder naturally wanted to know immediately.

“Five years’ difference is fine, not too big. That young lady is almost of marriageable age as well.”

The more Jin Elder thought about it, the more excited he became; he wished the two could just register their marriage right away.

“I’ll send over the household registration book now! Young people tend to be impulsive, and that’s a good thing.”

He smiled broadly in front of the screen, then turned and sent a message to Jin Yuchuan: “Just go ahead and register the marriage. Don’t bother with this old man’s opinion.”

Seeing this message, Jin Yuchuan was confused and hadn’t yet processed it when the phone suddenly rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, he hesitated for half a second before answering, “Ah Heng.”

Mu Yiheng’s voice was low and heavy: “Where have you taken my sister?”

He had been in meetings all morning and had only just learned that Ye Chunxi had been discharged from the hospital.

Jin Yuchuan owned many properties, so Mu Yiheng wasn’t sure where she was staying.

“At one of the estates registered under my name.”

“An estate?” Mu Yiheng sneered. “You’ve hidden her in quite a remote place.”

Jincheng’s urbanization rate was high; places where one could build an estate were inevitably in the wilderness.

Jin Yuchuan tapped lightly on the table. “Is there something you need?”

Mu Yiheng knew him well. Since Ye Chunxi had the means to negotiate with him, he would surely protect her well.

But this protection was designed to keep everyone away except himself.

“I’ll be coming to Jincheng tomorrow, and I want to see my sister.”

Jin Yuchuan guessed the sudden trip. He teased, “Big Young Master Mu is personally attending a symposium?”

Mu Yiheng gritted his teeth. “None of your business.”

“All I want is to see my sister,” he restrained his dissatisfaction. “She just got out of the hospital; I need to make sure she’s stable.”

“No problem,” Jin Yuchuan agreed. “I’ll personally bring her to you.”

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Afternoon.

After some consideration, Butler Kong arranged for the hotpot meal to be held under a pavilion in the main courtyard.

The Deer Garden was Jin Yuchuan’s private residence, seldom frequented by others, and he himself rarely stayed there.

The estate was vast, covering nearly half a mountain, even the surrounding mountain roads were under his ownership, barring outsiders.

While the servants were still preparing the dishes, Ling Qiao eagerly approached.

“I never thought I’d get to eat hotpot in the Deer Garden in my lifetime.”

When Ye Chunxi arrived, she saw him lounging on a chair, legs crossed carelessly, swaying back and forth at ease.

His demeanor was too casual, showing no restraint or propriety as if he were in someone else’s home.

Hearing others call him Young Master Ling and knowing his close ties with Jin Yuchuan, she was curious and asked, “What’s your relationship with my brother?”

Ling Qiao half-closed his eyes comfortably and instinctively answered, “Brothers.”

Brothers who had been through life and death together.

Ye Chunxi naturally assumed it was a bond of loyalty and righteousness.

Ling Qiao blinked slowly, then suddenly his gaze landed on a breathtakingly beautiful face.

The mountain mist had not yet fully dissipated, moisture hung in the air, and the ethereal white fog enveloped her, hazy and dreamlike, like a fairy descended to earth.

The atmosphere amplified her cool and noble aura.

Ling Qiao’s breath caught, and he was utterly captivated.

Only when Ye Chunxi settled in the center of the pavilion did he regain his composure.

He immediately sat opposite her, stealing glances deliberately and inadvertently.

No matter how many times he looked, the sight amazed him.

A prominent figure in traditional Chinese medicine, and stunningly beautiful as well.

Ling Qiao couldn’t fathom how Jin Yuchuan always managed to encounter such fortune.

He wished he had such a fairy-like sister too!

The servants quickly finished preparations, and as the hotpot was brought out, the rich spicy aroma filled the air, tantalizing the taste buds.

Considering Ye Chunxi had just been discharged and yet craved something flavorful, Butler Kong specially arranged for a dual-flavored pot, with the spicy side not too fiery.

The heat and steam rising felt somewhat out of place in this humid season.

Ye Chunxi, however, cared little.

Having grown used to bland meals, her palate longed for something stronger.

Ling Qiao looked at the bubbling broth and sighed, “Normally, Young Master Jin wouldn’t allow this here. Didn’t expect you just saying it would get arranged.”

Ye Chunxi had just opened a can of cold cola, her lowered lashes dampened with moisture.

Hearing this, she furrowed her brow slightly and looked over, puzzled. “Doesn’t my brother eat hotpot?”

“He?” Ling Qiao chuckled, “He’s not one for indulgence. As long as he has something to eat, he’s content. Besides, hotpot has a strong smell; he’s afraid it’ll cling to him. In any case, I’ve never seen him eat hotpot.”

Ye Chunxi paused, suddenly regretting her suggestion of hotpot.

Looking up, she spotted Jin Yuchuan approaching from afar.

The mist shrouded him as he walked slowly, holding a twenty-four-rib bamboo umbrella.

Each step deliberate, his presence formidable, the droplets in the air dared not touch him but swirled only around his side.

The vast haze blurred his deep brows and eyes, giving him an unreal, ethereal beauty that made him seem otherworldly.

Jin Yuchuan frowned upon smelling the strong aroma of hotpot from a distance.

Seeing him, Butler Kong was surprised and immediately stepped forward.

“Young Master.”

Entering the pavilion, Butler Kong took the bamboo umbrella from Jin Yuchuan’s hand and placed it carefully aside.

Ye Chunxi nervously stood up. “Brother.”

Ling Qiao also looked over and waved, “Master Jin, come eat hotpot quickly.”

Jin Yuchuan walked over and glanced at the copper pot on the table.

The strong smell was a bit overwhelming.

Ling Qiao patted the stool, “Why are you standing? Come sit down. Your sister requested this; aren’t you going to try it?”

Ye Chunxi pursed her lips and cautiously asked, “Brother, do you not like this?”

Jin Yuchuan withdrew his gaze and met her watery, doe-like eyes.

Those lively eyes glistened with moisture; whether from the mist or tears, it was clear she felt deeply wronged.

His heart softened immediately, and his tone mellowed somewhat.

“The smell is strong; I’m just not used to it.”

He looked indifferent. “Tomorrow, I’ve scheduled an appointment for you with a well-known mental health specialist. You’ll come with me.”

The memory loss had troubled Ye Chunxi for a long time.

She nodded and agreed happily, “Alright.”

Ling Qiao continued to urge, citing a four-character phrase: “Since you’re here, why not eat before you leave?”