Chapter 5: He Must Obey His Brother—The First Sign of a Slip-Up

Jin Yuchuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze indifferent and tinged with a chilling coolness. "Just focus on recovering; there is no need to worry about anything else."

"Alright." Ye Chunxi replied vaguely, still busy eating.

The constant coming and going of people in the ward and the chaotic, disorderly noise made her feel irritable, and her brow furrowed slightly.

Raising her eyes, she noticed the books and electronic devices in their hands and was momentarily taken aback.

Nan Sheng spoke up at the right moment: "These were all specifically ordered by Master Jin. The doctor said you still need to remain in the hospital for observation, and he was worried you might get bored, so he had us bring over some books and a computer to help you pass the time."

Ye Chunxi’s grip on her chopsticks tightened. A complicated emotion welled up inside her, one she could not put into words.

Jin Yuchuan had already risen, smoothing the hem of his suit. His calm, probing gaze rested on the girl.

"I have matters to attend to. Take good care of yourself."

His tone was cold, sharp, and elegant, as untainted by the mundane world as a snow lotus on a mountain peak.

"Okay." Ye Chunxi replied stiffly and mechanically.

Feeling it wasn't enough, she hurriedly added just before Jin Yuchuan reached the door: "Brother."

Her voice was small, and the slight pause in her tone made it sound somewhat awkward. Yet, the tail of the word curled upward, carrying the playfulness unique to a young girl.

The corners of Jin Yuchuan’s eyes suddenly crinkled. His peach-blossom eyes, already naturally alluring, became even more expressive, shimmering with a ripple of emotion.

He found it delightful. His hand, which had been gripping the doorknob, paused. He turned his head, his tone coaxing and persuasive: "Sister, you must be a good girl and listen to your brother, understand?"

Ye Chunxi assumed he was addressing the conflict between her desire to be discharged and his insistence that she rest, so she lowered her head, feeling uncomfortable, and muffled a response: "I understand."

The sound of the door opening and closing followed, and she let out a faint sigh of relief.

For some reason, being with her brother made her feel strangely tense.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Ye Chunxi glanced at the meal in front of her and took small bites. Her appetite had diminished due to her injury, and Jin Yuchuan’s resolute departure had dampened her spirits even further. Yet, at this moment, though she ate slowly, she felt a sense of contentment.

...

In the days that followed, just as Jin Yuchuan had said, Nan Sheng personally delivered her three meals every day.

He ladled a bowl of lotus seed and pork heart soup from a thermal container and handed it to Ye Chunxi.

As the steam rose, her long, slender lashes drooped. Her limpid, deer-like eyes were indifferent and ethereal, hazy like mist drifting through the mountains, possessing an unreal beauty.

Her delicate, translucent fingertips brushed against the porcelain spoon; they were so smooth and fine that they were in no way inferior to the china itself.

After taking two sips, Ye Chunxi pondered for a moment before asking, "Your position must be quite high, right?"

Nan Sheng immediately replied, "I am the special assistant to Master Jin."

...

Ye Chunxi’s eyes flickered as she looked at him: "Then why did my brother have you come to take care of me?"

Over the past few days, she had learned some information about Jin Yuchuan through Nan Sheng.

A rising star in Jin City, he had founded his company in just a few short years and propelled it to the top of the city. His personal net worth ranked him as the richest man in Jin City.

With such status, his daily affairs must be numerous, and he could hardly afford to be without the assistance of a special assistant.

Nan Sheng, of course, could not reveal the inside story.

He smiled slightly and responded candidly: "You are Master Jin’s sister, and you mean a great deal to him. He is simply too worried about you, so he has me come over every day to check on your condition and report back to him."

Ye Chunxi withdrew her gaze, the corners of her lips curling upward uncontrollably, her heart filled with secret joy.

Watching her focus on her meal, Nan Sheng used the excuse of tidying up to observe how the books were being used. Most of them were for cultivating one's character, while a small portion were related to traditional Chinese medicine theory—all specifically arranged by Jin Yuchuan.

Since they were brand new and unopened, it was easy to see which ones had been handled.

Nan Sheng’s gaze fell on a copy of *Traditional Chinese Medicine Theory* lying face-down on the table. He reached out to pick it up, but a pair of small, jade-like hands pressed down on it firmly, moving faster than he could.

He glanced to the side and met Ye Chunxi’s vigilant gaze; her cold eyes were seeped with a hint of icy frost.

She blinked, suppressing the hostility.

"I still need to read this book."

Nan Sheng quietly observed her reaction, and after two seconds, he replied, "Alright." He shifted his gaze elsewhere.

The classics and essays remained untouched, while the books on Chinese medicine and pulse diagnosis had already been opened.

Nan Sheng flipped through a book on herbal medicine and was surprised to find annotations inside.

He remarked, as if casually: "Miss Ye, you seem very interested in medicinal herbs."

It seemed that disturbing her things had made Ye Chunxi defensive. Her tone was flat, but her voice was cold: "Wasn't this specifically arranged by you people?"

Nan Sheng smiled: "Indeed. Master Jin knows your hobbies very well."

Ye Chunxi’s action of drinking the soup paused. She felt there was something wrong with that sentence, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what.

After the meal, as Nan Sheng cleared the dishes, he asked Ye Chunxi his usual questions.

The girl looked impatient, her brow furrowing with growing agitation, though she managed to restrain herself.

Over the past few days, Nan Sheng had gained some understanding of her personality: prone to irritability, strong possessiveness, and obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

He always stopped his questioning at the right moment.

...

After tidying up, he glanced at Ye Chunxi, who was sitting on the hospital bed with a pen, writing and drawing in a book.

"Miss Ye, I’ll be going now."

Two seconds later, he received only a perfunctory "Mhm" in response.

...

Jihuan Group.

Jin Yuchuan looked over the documents at hand, listening to Nan Sheng’s report on his new findings.

His fair, powerful fingertips tapped lightly on the desk. He listened in silence, his lowered gaze betraying no hint of his thoughts.

When the voice stopped, his movements ceased as well.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke, asking: "I heard the Medical Alliance is holding a seminar in Jin City soon."

Nan Sheng nodded: "Next Thursday. The theme is Alzheimer’s disease. Many neurology experts will be attending. The person presiding over it is the vice president of the Medical Alliance."

Jin Yuchuan nodded: "Understood. You may leave."

As the door closed, behind his lenses, his dark eyes held an unfathomable depth.

His intelligence sources had never been wrong, and Ye Chunxi’s behavior matched his predictions; it was just that the Medical Alliance was suspiciously quiet.

However, he did indeed need a neurology expert to help Ye Chunxi regain her memories as soon as possible.

Jin Yuchuan lowered his eyes, his slender fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard. The computer screen went dark for a moment before lighting up again.

Amidst the pitch-black screen, several lines of green text were strikingly visible.

He calmly typed a line.

Two seconds later, a response came back—

[Received!]

...

At the hospital.

Ye Chunxi rubbed her slightly sore eyes, put down the book, and leaned back, feigning sleep.

Once the discomfort in her eyes eased, she instinctively picked up her phone and played the song she had looped countless times over the past few days.

Her attention, however, was caught by a news notification that popped up on Weibo.

—"Former H.D. Girls member Yin Xinyao posts apology to fans and members."