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

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Old Jin: “How much younger?”

Butler Kong: “Not exactly sure; the young master hasn’t revealed the details. But judging by appearances, probably about four or five years younger.”

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

Old Jin was indescribably pleased with this grandson.

He was just too focused on his career and neglected his family.

Since Jin Yuchuan was often away and seldom returned, Old Jin sincerely hoped that he would soon have someone close by his side.

He had tried to arrange a marriage for him several times but was repeatedly rejected.

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

“Five years isn’t much, the age gap is small, and that young lady is nearly of marriageable age.”

The more Old Jin thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing they would register their marriage right away.

“I’ll send the household registration book over immediately! Young people tend to be impulsive—impulsiveness is good at this age.”

He laughed broadly in front of the screen, then turned and sent a message to Jin Yuchuan: “Just register directly; don’t mind this old man’s opinion.”

Jin Yuchuan was puzzled by the message and hadn’t yet reacted when the phone suddenly rang.

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

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

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

Jin Yuchuan owned many properties, so he wasn’t sure where she might be.

“At one of the estates under my name.”

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

Jincheng was highly urbanized; places where estates could be built were inevitably in the wilderness.

Jin Yuchuan lightly tapped his fingertips on the table. “You need something?”

Mu Yiheng knew him well. Since Ye Chunxi had enough leverage to make him negotiate, she must be well protected.

Only, that protection was against everyone except him.

“I’ll be going to Jincheng tomorrow and want to see my sister while I’m there.”

Jin Yuchuan suspected the sudden trip and teased, “Young Master Mu attending a seminar in person?”

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

“All I want is just to see my sister once,” he restrained his displeasure. “She just got discharged; I want 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 to be served under a pavilion in the main courtyard.

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

The estate was vast—half a mountain was under his domain, and even the surrounding mountain roads were under his name, prohibiting outsiders from passing.

While the servants prepared 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 sitting on a lounge chair, legs crossed arrogantly, swaying leisurely back and forth.

His manner was overly casual, utterly lacking any restraint or propriety one would show in someone else’s home.

She had heard others call him Young Master Ling and knew he was close to Jin Yuchuan.

Curious, she walked over and asked, “What’s your relationship with my brother?”

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

Brothers who had been through life-and-death situations together.

Ye Chunxi naturally took this to mean a bond of loyalty and righteousness.

Ling Qiao blinked slowly, then his breath caught as a breathtakingly beautiful face suddenly entered his view.

The mountain mist had not yet fully dissipated; moisture hung thick in the air, and a delicate white haze enveloped her, ethereal and elusive, like a celestial maiden descending to earth.

The atmosphere only enhanced her cool, noble aura.

Ling Qiao was momentarily lost in admiration.

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

He immediately sat opposite her, casually stealing glances.

No matter how many times he looked, he remained captivated.

A leading figure in traditional Chinese medicine, yet so stunningly beautiful.

Ling Qiao wondered how Jin Yuchuan always managed to stumble upon such fortunate things.

He wished he had a sister as beautiful as a fairy!

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

Considering Ye Chunxi had just been discharged but still craved something flavorful, Butler Kong specially requested a divided pot—half spicy, but not too hot.

The rising steam felt somewhat out of place in the humid season.

Yet Ye Chunxi paid it no mind.

Used to bland, nutritious meals, she longed for something with a stronger taste.

Ling Qiao stared at the bubbling broth and remarked, “Normally, Master Jin wouldn’t allow this here. Didn’t expect it would get arranged just because you asked.”

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Ye Chunxi had just opened a can of iced cola; her lowered lashes were damp with moisture.

Hearing this, she furrowed her brows slightly and turned her head, puzzled. “Doesn’t my brother eat hotpot?”

“He?” Ling Qiao chuckled. “He’s not one to indulge himself. If there’s something to eat, he’s content. Besides, hotpot has a strong smell, and he’s afraid it would cling to him. Honestly, I’ve never seen him eat hotpot.”

Ye Chunxi was momentarily taken aback, suddenly regretting suggesting hotpot.

Looking up, she spotted Jin Yuchuan approaching in the distance.

The mist blurred the scene as he slowly strolled forward, holding a twenty-four-rib bamboo umbrella.

Each step was deliberate, his presence overwhelming; even the droplets in the air dared not touch him, merely swirling alongside.

The vast haze softened his deep eyebrows and eyes, giving him an unreal beauty, as if transcending the mundane.

Jin Yuchuan frowned as the strong aroma of hotpot reached him.

Butler Kong was surprised to see him and immediately stepped forward.

“Young master.”

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

Ye Chunxi stood nervously. “Brother.”

Ling Qiao looked over as well and waved. “Master Jin, come eat hotpot.”

Jin Yuchuan approached and glanced at the copper pot on the table.

The intense fragrance was difficult for him to adjust to.

Ling Qiao patted a stool. “Why are you standing? Come sit down. This is your sister’s request. Aren’t you going to try it?”

Ye Chunxi pursed her lips tightly and cautiously asked, “Brother, don’t you like this kind of food?”

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

Her lively eyes shimmered with moisture—whether from the mist or tears, she looked deeply aggrieved.

His heart softened instantly, and his tone grew gentler.

“The flavor is too strong; I just can’t get used to it.”

His expression remained indifferent. “Tomorrow, I’ve scheduled you to see a renowned expert in mental health. You’ll come with me.”

The matter of her amnesia had troubled Ye Chunxi for a long time.

She nodded and agreed gladly. “Okay.”

Ling Qiao continued to urge, delivering a four-character phrase: “Since you’re here, aren’t you going to eat before you leave?”