Chapter 2: Awakening to Amnesia, First Meeting and Being Called Brother-Pesca secreta! Adotando-a, o magnata celibatário fica todo derretido.(Ran Qingyue)

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Upon regaining consciousness, Ye Chunxi keenly detected the scent of disinfectant in the air. Her condition eased somewhat in this brief moment of reassurance. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she struggled to open her eyes, her gaze unfocused. Just then, the door was pushed open, and the nurse making her usual rounds, seeing that Ye Chunxi had awakened, immediately went to fetch the attending physician. After a series of examinations, the surroundings once again fell into silence, with only her alone in the room.

Meanwhile, the doctor's office was enveloped in unprecedented stillness. Nan Sheng’s voice trembled as he questioned in disbelief, “Doctor, do you mean that the young lady... has amnesia?” His eyes glanced downward cautiously at Jin Yuchuan, who sat upright and solemn. Upon hearing the news of Ye Chunxi’s awakening, they had dropped everything to rush over, only to hear such a result. Nan Sheng was fully aware of how important Bai Lan was to Master Jin. Even if they found her, amnesia rendered it futile.

The oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, as though a tangible weight compressed the breath of those present, suffocating and intimidating the doctor. After a brief moment of relief, the doctor dutifully replied, “The patient’s injuries are mainly in the brain. We reviewed her brain CT and EEG scans; it’s common to have amnesia as a sequela after waking from such trauma. We conducted further tests after she regained consciousness and suspect she may be suffering from selective amnesia.”

Any lingering hope was utterly extinguished at that moment. Jin Yuchuan clenched his hands tightly, silent, yet his aura commanded others to keep their distance. The outcome was decided, but Nan Sheng still clung to hope: “Is recovery still possible?” The chief surgeon nodded, “Selective amnesia can gradually improve over time. However, if something has had a profound psychological impact, selective forgetting might persist indefinitely. Most cases are potentially curable.” This final reassurance steadied the hearts of everyone present.

Nan Sheng exhaled slightly and inquired further about Ye Chunxi’s condition and treatment plan. After hearing enough, Jin Yuchuan rose, thanked the doctor, and strode out decisively.

In the ward, the person on the bed sat up. Ye Chunxi bent one long leg, resting her elbow casually on her knee, revealing a section of pale, delicate skin at her lower back—strikingly alluring. The injury atop her head sent sharp jolts through her nerves, her slender brows knitting tightly. Jin Yuchuan had just entered when he saw this rebellious posture. Her face, pale to the point of lacking color, could hardly detract from her breathtaking beauty. Moving closer, he caught faint traces of concealed defiance on that exquisitely crafted yet expressionless face. His expression flickered slightly as he softly called her name: “Ye Chunxi.” His voice was characteristically cold and calm, rich and restrained, carrying a certain ethereal detachment.

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Ye Chunxi’s fingers curled slightly, trembling faintly as if suppressing something. The sudden sound tormented her nerves a little. Suddenly, a crisp scent of pine filled her nose—bitter yet sweet—unexpectedly calming her. Turning her head, she looked at the tall figure beside her. He stood poised, his noble suit lending him an aloof air.

Slowly lifting his head, she saw a face flawless to perfection. On the straight bridge of his nose rested a pair of narrow gold-rimmed glasses. Shadows fell from the frame’s sides, and beneath the lenses, his deep-set eyes showed slight fatigue, dark and restrained, with a subdued sharpness. His cold white skin harmonized with an innate noble aloofness that exuded chill. In this stifling environment, it made one want to approach, yet the aura of a distant flower kept others silently withdrawing.

Ye Chunxi was momentarily stunned. Jin Yuchuan merely glanced at her and withdrew his gaze. After a long hesitation, with measured tact, he asked, “How do you feel?” Ye Chunxi did not respond, silently gazing at him. Her large, round, black deer-like eyes shimmered faintly with tears.

“Brother...” Her lips parted slightly, the simple two words laden with unspeakable emotion. Jin Yuchuan was momentarily stunned, studying her with an indescribable strangeness in his heart. According to the attending doctor, her memory of relationships was confused—she did not know who her parents were, nor could she recall any friends. How could she suddenly call him “brother”?

The doctor was surprised upon hearing this but, no matter how many times she was asked, Ye Chunxi firmly insisted that Jin Yuchuan was her brother. The ward fell into an eerie silence. Nan Sheng stared blankly at the girl on the bed, then involuntarily glanced at Jin Yuchuan beside him, his expression complex.

Who was Master Jin? The overlord who ruled Tiancheng with an iron hand! Everyone wished to forge ties with him. Even if this young lady had amnesia, she couldn’t just call anyone that casually! Suddenly, a deep, chilling voice rang out in the silent room. “You said earlier that she knows nothing about her family?” The doctor, still puzzled, quickly grasped the situation. “It’s likely that some stimulus before the brain injury caused her to mistakenly believe that you are her brother. If her subconscious accepts this, she will naturally treat it as fact.”

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Stimulus? Jin Yuchuan frowned, recalling the scene of the car accident. When he had gone to check on her, Ye Chunxi had not been completely unconscious... The situation began to make sense. The doctor advised, “The patient’s current state is extremely fragile. If you overturn the fixed belief in her mind, it could cause memory confusion again. Correction must be gradual.”

Jin Yuchuan nodded slightly. His expression remained cold and indifferent as always, but inside he was deeply conflicted. He clenched his knuckles, squeezing his phone, preparing to leave. Just as he turned, a lively, anxious voice called out, fraught with urgency and panic: “Brother, I want to go home.” Jin Yuchuan paused and looked at her again. The girl sat upright on the bed, her slender figure obedient and sensible. Her fingers clenched the bedding, biting her lower lip, her beautiful, clear eyes shimmering with tears—fragmented and helpless—fixing on him.

The wildness from before faded, leaving only dependence and longing for her brother in her eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, Jin Yuchuan did not respond directly. “You just had surgery—rest well here in the hospital.” His words were flat and emotionless, yet they chilled Ye Chunxi’s heart deeply.

Outside the ward, Nan Sheng glanced around warily, leaning close to Jin Yuchuan and whispering, “Master Jin, the girl’s identity hasn’t been officially confirmed. Now, with her amnesia, there’s no way to verify. What do you think...?” Master Jin’s obsession with Bai Lan was inexplicable; he spared no resource in the search, even commissioning the unchallenged top hacker—X—for investigation, but was refused. Previous tracking efforts were always obstructed; even when information was obtained, it was quickly disrupted, making accurate identification impossible.

So why was it so smooth this time? Jin Yuchuan shared the same puzzlement but would not let go until he had completely ruled out any doubt. Since Ye Chunxi recognized him as her brother, he would fulfill that role. She was just a girl; after all, he could afford to care for her.

Lowering his cold, noble eyes, Jin Yuchuan seemed to make a resolute decision. “Go to the orphanage and complete the adoption procedures.”