Chapter 9: The Found Treasure is More Surprising Than Expected

Jin Yuchuan nodded slightly, then turned to look at Ye Chunxi, who was following a step behind him.

"The city is far too noisy. It is peaceful and serene here; no one will disturb you, and it will be beneficial for your recovery."

He gestured toward an elderly man and introduced him, "This is Butler Kong. If you have any needs or questions, just speak with him."

The girl stood at the bottom of the steps, her gaze fixed on the distant mountain landscape. Her long, delicate eyelashes were beaded with moisture, and a few stray drops of rain clung to the tips of her hair. The fresh air, imbued with the fragrance of earth and greenery, carried a slight chill that brushed against her skin. It was not cold, but rather, exceptionally comforting.

In just a moment, her chaotic and troubled mind found a profound sense of calm, and the stifling heaviness she had felt while trapped in the hospital for these past few days began to dissipate.

Hearing Jin Yuchuan’s words, Ye Chunxi turned back and lifted her eyes to the elderly man. With a trace of reserve, she addressed him, "Butler Kong."

Butler Kong looked her over, and a kind, gentle smile spread across his face at her greeting.

"Miss Ye."

Jin Yuchuan glanced inside. Aside from a few servants coming over to help with their belongings, he saw no one else.

"Where is Ling Qiao?" he asked.

Butler Kong replied respectfully, "Young Master Ling went out early this morning and has yet to return. He did not take his phone with him, so we have no way to reach him."

Jin Yuchuan fell silent for a moment before turning to Ye Chunxi. "You go with Butler Kong to your room first; I have matters to attend to."

Ye Chunxi nodded obediently.

Butler Kong stepped aside. "Miss Ye, please."

In the center of the garden stood a vast artificial lake, with a wooden bridge spanning the narrower section. He led Ye Chunxi across it to a building on the opposite bank.

It was a three-story Chinese-style pavilion, with three large, elegant characters carved into a plaque above the entrance: *Jinshui Lou* (Water-Adjacent Pavilion).

Inside, the antique architecture blended seamlessly with modern technology, creating an atmosphere entirely free of discord. Butler Kong stopped at the threshold, maintaining a respectful distance.

"Miss Ye, everything here has been prepared according to the Young Master's instructions. The books you brought from the hospital have been placed in the study on the second floor. Please settle in and take some time to familiarize yourself with your surroundings."

He took out his phone. "This is my number. If you need anything, feel free to instruct the servants or contact me directly."

Ye Chunxi added his number, and after the old man bid her farewell, he departed.

In the spacious pavilion, as servants moved about, her solitary silhouette appeared particularly lonely. A crisp chiming sound caught her ear, and Ye Chunxi looked up to see a string of vintage wind chimes hanging from the eaves, sheltered from the rain. Potted plants formed a natural fence, cordoning off this small, private sanctuary.

A rattan chair was placed in the sheltered area, with a full set of tea utensils arranged on the table beside it. The atmosphere was truly inviting.

Ye Chunxi shook off her thoughts, climbed the stairs, and found her bedroom with the guidance of a servant. Located on the third floor, it was the only room on that level—vast, quiet, and expansive.

She had few belongings. After a quick tidy-up, she headed back downstairs and sat in the rattan chair. Several thick books lay on the small table, and she began to flip through them with a sense of quiet contentment.

The rain had eased, turning into a fine, light mist. There was no patter of droplets to be heard, nor the sense of being drenched. In the distance, the mountain forest was veiled in a light fog, making it seem even more tranquil.

On the opposite bank, inside a towering building, Jin Yuchuan stood on the balcony, looking down at the small, lonely, and quiet figure. He watched her silently while Qing Ya stood behind him, reporting with professional diligence.

"As it stands, it is highly likely that the other party has obtained all the relevant data regarding Bai Lan’s condition. Because we kept the family’s information confidential in advance and our security protocols were not breached, they do not know your identity."

He paused, then continued, "Through the surveillance cameras near the hospital, we performed facial recognition on those two individuals. After cross-referencing regional data and their specific skill sets, we have identified several suspects."

Qing Ya stepped forward and handed over a tablet for his review.

Jin Yuchuan slowly turned his gaze. The men in the dossiers were all physically formidable. He furrowed his brows. "And the other person?"

Qing Ya pressed his lips together. "The facial data was inconclusive. We did target a few individuals initially, but upon closer inspection, I found the background information of one person to be very strange. Their social records are incomplete."

"Incomplete?" Jin Yuchuan asked, puzzled.

"Yes," Qing Ya nodded. "Our investigation revealed that the identity information is very generic—it only has a rough framework, with no detailed social trajectory. It is as if... it was manufactured in advance."

"Therefore, I suspect this person’s identity is forged."

As a hacker himself, Qing Ya knew just how difficult that was to achieve.

"There are fewer than ten people in the entire world capable of such a feat. Most of the top hackers in Xia Country have been recruited by us, which leaves only one person: 'X'."

"Interesting," Jin Yuchuan murmured, a faint curl of his lip as he looked down with intrigue. His gaze fell upon Ye Chunxi, who was leisurely reading her books.

At such a young age, her attainments in traditional Chinese medicine were nothing short of miraculous, hailed as a treasure by the Medical Alliance. And now, she also had an incredibly close connection to 'X,' the world's undisputed top hacker.

His dark pupils were inscrutable; his predatory gaze was filled with both appreciation and a desire to possess the young girl.

This "treasure" he had accidentally "picked up" was even more surprising than he had imagined.

"Regarding this person..."

Qing Ya was about to continue his report when the tablet was suddenly taken back from his hands.

Jin Yuchuan withdrew his gaze and walked inside.

"There is no need to continue investigating that man's identity."

He sat in his office chair and looked up at Qing Ya. His expression appeared calm and indifferent, yet it carried an undeniable sense of authority.

"Find a way to contact Ling Qiao and have him return as soon as possible."

Qing Ya was confused, but seeing Jin Yuchuan’s demeanor, it seemed he already had a guess about the identity of the skilled man, so he did not ask further.

"I understand."

...

Ye Chunxi rubbed her sore eyes and looked into the distance to relieve the fatigue caused by long hours of reading.

Having spent so many days in the hospital, reading was her only pastime, and she had already finished all the books Jin Yuchuan had brought her. She had found a few new ones in the study earlier, but the high-intensity reading over the past few days made her feel weary.

She picked up her phone and opened Weibo to see if there were any new updates from Yin Xinyao.

Even though she felt frustrated by her inability to recall things despite her efforts, Ye Chunxi could not help but want to investigate. During this time, she had frequently listened to Yin Xinyao’s songs. She had downloaded Weibo to learn more about her and had discovered some related information.

The sense of familiarity was so intense that Ye Chunxi grew more convinced than ever that they knew each other. For some reason, she felt an indescribable emotion toward one of Yin Xinyao’s songs.

Exiting her personal page, Ye Chunxi completed her daily tasks in the superstar's fan community and scrolled through the posts below.

Amidst the praise and pity, the voices of condemnation from some were particularly prominent. The fallout from the previous apology letter had not yet fully subsided.

Ye Chunxi scanned through them lightly, accidentally stumbling upon Yin Xinyao’s performance schedule for the coming days.

One of the shows happened to be in Jin City.