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Orphanage.

In the somewhat cramped office, Jin Yuchuan sat upright with dignity, his hands placed neatly before him, exuding a cold and noble aura, commanding respect. The room was simply furnished, slightly austere, and his presence seemed to create a visual dissonance, as if the scene had split into two layers.

The director brought tea, but was intimidated by the man’s imposing presence, fumbling awkwardly while furtively observing him. The visitor was impeccably dressed, accompanied by an attendant, and even without worldly experience, the director recognized the high value of the car parked outside.

With a flattering smile, the director said, “May I ask, sir, are you here to adopt a child? Just tell me your requirements directly, and I will see if we have a suitable match in the orphanage.”

His eyes gleamed with eager anticipation, clearly yearning to finalize this “transaction.” It was known that a child had previously been adopted by a wealthy family from Jin City—the favored foster daughter—who, out of gratitude, had supported the orphanage for over a decade, improving its conditions and resources beyond those of typical orphanages.

Two years ago, they had also funded a charitable study program, providing stationery supplies and regular scholarships for several key high school students. This precedent made the director even more eager.

Jin Yuchuan remained indifferent and silent, while Nan Sheng, standing beside him, had already prepared the necessary documents and handed them over.

“We are here to adopt a girl named Ye Chunxi.”

Upon hearing the name, the director was momentarily stunned. “Who did you say?”

Nan Sheng had anticipated this reaction. After all, adoptive parents usually preferred younger children to foster affection.

He spoke candidly, “To be honest, Ye Chunxi was in a car accident yesterday and is currently hospitalized. It just so happened that our young master encountered her. Knowing her orphan status, he took pity on her plight and wishes to adopt her.”

“What?!” The director suddenly stood up, shouting in shock. His face turned pale with fear. “Ye Chunxi was in an accident?”

She was the true daughter of the Mu family!

If anything happened to her, and the Mu family blamed him, all the hard-won funding he had secured would be lost.

The director’s anxiety grew intense, and his body began trembling.

Nan Sheng reassured him, “Rest assured, she has already undergone surgery and has awakened. She is still in the hospital, and our young master will cover all medical expenses.”

Hearing this, the director felt a slight relief.

His limbs were restless, and after a long moment, he fumbled in his pocket for his phone, his fingers trembling as he tapped the screen.

Ye Chunxi had left in a car belonging to the Mu family, with no connection to him; the Mu family should not hold him responsible.

Though relieved, he remained fearful—such substantial funding meant that even a slight loss could be fatal to him.

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Watching his movements, Jin Yuchuan frowned slightly, his deep black eyes sharp and chilling, evoking unease.

Nan Sheng took the appropriate moment to intervene politely, “She is out of danger and stable. It’s best to finalize the adoption as soon as possible.”

The director was desperate but stopped by Nan Sheng’s restraint, unable to contact the Mu family and forced to set the matter aside for now. His voice rose to a tone tinged with despair and faint sobbing.

“Gentlemen, it’s not that I don’t agree, but Ye Chunxi is the Mu family’s daughter from Yanjing. Their young master recently acknowledged her as kin—it’s truly impossible to adopt her.”

These words caused both men to freeze in place.

Jin Yuchuan’s pupils contracted in surprise.

Indeed, the Mu family had a long-lost daughter.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze darkening.

Years ago, when she disappeared, the Mu family had mobilized every resource to find her, all in vain. Many believed she had met with misfortune.

Mrs. Mu was so devastated that she fell into mental illness, suffering from depression and melancholy.

Now, after such a long time, how had she suddenly been found, and stranded here in Jin City?

It was truly baffling.

Yet the Mu family’s attitude was even more perplexing.

Their eldest son had come to Jin City recently but left after only a brief stay.

If they had recognized her, why not take her back to Yanjing immediately? Why leave her here alone?

There were too many questions.

With the adoption falling through, Jin Yuchuan saw no reason to linger.

He stood decisively and strode away, Nan Sheng close behind.

The director’s alarm bells rang loudly; he hurried after them.

“There are still many outstanding children in the orphanage. Perhaps you’d like to look again...”

But just outside the door, he was stopped by bodyguards.

Watching Jin Yuchuan’s retreating figure, regret overwhelmed him.

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Inside the car.

Jin Yuchuan immediately dialed a number, his voice calm but the words piercingly blunt: “Your sister had a car accident.”

“...”

After two seconds of silence, the other party’s impatience and confusion surfaced: “How do you know?”

Jin Yuchuan masked his gaze, “You suddenly came to Jin City a few days ago, and your destination was the orphanage. I was curious and investigated.”

The man sneered coldly, “You’re quite familiar with my whereabouts.”

His deep voice was slightly restrained, as if holding something back.

His subordinates had already reported the accident to Mu Yiheng earlier.

But he had been tied up with affairs and had no time; only after learning Ye Chunxi was safe did he relax slightly.

His calm reaction suggested he already knew.

Jin Yuchuan’s eyes darkened, his gaze sharp with determination.

“You know the situation. Let’s discuss a deal.”

“Deal?” Mu Yiheng’s voice instantly grew serious. “What deal?”

Jin Yuchuan was succinct: “Your sister has amnesia and mistakes me for her brother. If we clarify abruptly, it will confuse her memory further, which is detrimental.”

He paused, revealing his intention: “I can temporarily act as her brother and care for her, helping her recover her memory—on the condition that you agree to let her stay with me.”

On the other end, Mu Yiheng was stunned.

His brow furrowed, doubting Jin Yuchuan’s words and shocked by his demand.

“What do you want to do with my sister staying by your side?”

Jin Yuchuan replied, “That’s none of your concern. I’ll give you time to consider, but I advise you to decide quickly. After all, your sister is still in the hospital.”

With that, he decisively hung up.

Listening to the beeping on the other end, Mu Yiheng’s frustration deepened, and he slammed the table in anger.

Whether Ye Chunxi had amnesia or not, he didn’t care.

The girl was headstrong and difficult; perhaps amnesia would tame her, allowing gradual family bonding.

But why did she believe Jin Yuchuan was her brother?

Thinking of his character and situation, Mu Yiheng felt a bad omen and immediately ordered verification of the story’s truth.

When the findings matched Jin Yuchuan’s account, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

Torn inside but powerless, he finally called back.

“Have you made up your mind?” Jin Yuchuan’s voice held a faint smile, confident in the choice he expected.