Chapter 6: A Familiar Face—Yin Xinyao, Miss Mu Family

A sharp pain radiated from the depths of her mind, though it was not unbearable. Yet the sensation of something trying to emerge but never quite arriving left Ye Chunxi restless and impatient.

She raised her hand, pressing her brow, her eyes clouded with a heavy, low pressure, dark as if shrouded by gathering storm clouds.

The more she thought, the thicker the knot of unease grew within her heart, as if she had forgotten something vital but could not recall it no matter how hard she tried.

Struggling to suppress the impulse stirring deep inside, she quietly memorized the name and deleted the notification.

Returning to the music interface, she suddenly realized that the singer of the song she often listened to was Yin Xinyao.

Ye Chunxi’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint sense of connection stirring between them.

That vague, elusive feeling was unbearable.

Her temper flared; she angrily swung her arm, smashing her brand-new phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces.

Yet even then, Ye Chunxi’s frustration remained unresolved, her breath heavy.

Her gaze shifted abruptly to the Chinese medicine books temporarily placed on the table; she picked one up and began to leaf through it again.

Gradually, her heart found some calm.

When Nan Sheng arrived, he immediately noticed the broken phone on the floor.

Frowning slightly, he set down the food container, bent over, and carefully gathered the fragments.

This phone was renowned for its durability, having passed various drop tests unscathed.

Now the device was split in two, though the SIM card remained intact.

Nan Sheng furrowed his brow, glancing at Ye Chunxi, who was quietly reading, his expression filled with confusion.

After a brief hesitation, he carefully asked, “Miss Ye, are you feeling unwell?”

Ye Chunxi’s fingers twisted the pages, as if restraining something within.

“I saw something familiar but couldn’t remember it. It’s frustrating.”

She looked up, her sharp, icy gaze fixed on Nan Sheng, questioning, “Do you know Yin Xinyao? What does she have to do with me?”

“Yin Xinyao?” Nan Sheng murmured, the name striking a chord.

After a moment, he recalled she was a member of the recently popular girl group, H.Dgirls.

Many young employees in the company were fans of theirs.

Though he didn’t follow entertainment news, he distinctly remembered Yin Xinyao’s name.

H.Dgirls had been scheduled to make a comeback two months ago when their agency suddenly announced that Yin Xinyao was leaving the group to pursue a solo career.

Rumors of discord within the group had circulated for some time; Yin Xinyao’s strong-willed personality and status as the most popular member suggested her departure was entirely her own decision.

The group’s comeback was postponed by a month, leading many to speculate that changes within the lineup had forced them to start their new album preparations over, causing the delay.

Fans of the other members expressed strong dissatisfaction toward Yin Xinyao, whose reputation plummeted amidst a storm of public opinion and scandal.

The company’s younger employees often disparaged her in conversations.

The online uproar lasted for quite some time before gradually subsiding.

Nan Sheng could not understand how Ye Chunxi, an orphan, could be connected in any way to a former member of a top-tier girl group.

“Sorry, Miss Ye, I can’t answer that,” he said naturally. “To be honest, you grew up in an orphanage. Master Jin only recently recognized you, so I don’t know about these matters.”

Ye Chunxi narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him with a probing gaze. “Then why did you say earlier that my brother knows my preferences well?”

Facing her sharp stare, Nan Sheng paused briefly before calmly replying, “Master Jin cares about you. Although he hasn’t been home long, he has taken note of your interest in Chinese medicine and pharmacology.”

His words sounded plausible; Ye Chunxi glanced at him warily before slowly averting her eyes.

Nan Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew nothing about Ye Chunxi’s past, and even with her amnesia, they had to remain cautious.

If the truth were exposed, who knew what harm it might bring her?

Thus, Jin Yuchuan only swapped identities with Mu Yiheng; no other memories were altered recklessly.

His earlier remarks were meant to subtly imply Master Jin’s concern, to make her trust his identity more deeply.

He hadn’t expected to nearly reveal too much.

Nan Sheng was grateful for his quick reflexes in avoiding any slip in front of Ye Chunxi.

After finishing her meal, Ye Chunxi wanted to rest.

Nan Sheng held the food container gently, speaking softly so as not to disturb her.

“Miss Ye, I will arrange a new phone for you and bring it along with your meal this afternoon.”

“Mm,” Ye Chunxi replied faintly, closing her eyes to nap.

After quietly closing the door, Nan Sheng stared at the shattered phone pieces wrapped in a plastic bag, utterly bewildered.

The phone rang, and he hastily answered—it was Jin Yuchuan.

“Master Jin.”

After hearing something on the other end, Nan Sheng nodded repeatedly. “Understood, I will go pick up Young Master Ling immediately.”

…

In Yanjing, at the Mu family residence.

The luxurious bedroom was bright and cozy, every item revealing exquisite taste and meticulous care. The warm-toned furnishings stood in stark contrast to the gloomy weather outside, like a warm sanctuary amid a chaotic world.

Finding the light too dim, a lamp was switched on, deepening the atmosphere.

Mu Xingxiao lay on the bed; under the gentle glow, her skin was as pale as if it might emit light.

Her long hair fell loosely, and she wore a lotus-pink dress, revealing a delicate neckline and collarbones, her curves graceful and charming.

She raised her eyes slightly, observing the man in the room who seemed somewhat anxious, and softly said, “Big Brother, you didn’t have to come back just for me.”

Her voice was tender, her breath unsteady and weak, evoking genuine sympathy.

Mu Yiheng, having confirmed multiple times with the family doctor that her health was stable, finally relaxed the tension in his expression.

“Our parents are still abroad on a business trip; of course, I must take good care of you.”

He approached and sat by the bed, a persistent worry etched between his brows.

“Your health has never been good, and after your fright, I can’t help but worry.”

Mu Xingxiao smiled faintly, bitterness touching her lips.

“My body has always been like this—I’ve grown used to it.”

“That’s exactly why I must take care of you properly,” Mu Yiheng said sternly, his voice filled with deep concern.

Mu Xingxiao’s smile deepened. After the family doctor left, she immediately asked, “You said a few days ago that you would bring our sister back. Why haven’t you gone yet?”

She had learned about this only when she bumped into Mu Yiheng making a phone call with one of his subordinates on the day he returned from Jin City.

The loss of their little sister had been a thorn in Mrs. Mu’s heart for over ten years, tormenting her.

Mu Yiheng still remembered vividly how their mother had been distraught and mentally unwell back then.

It had left many negative impressions and injuries on their younger siblings.

Though her condition was now under control, to prevent their mother from losing control again, Mu Yiheng chose to keep the matter secret for the time being, planning to reunite their sister with their parents only after she was brought home.

Only he and Mu Xingxiao knew about the sister’s recovery.

Mu Yiheng’s gaze flickered, and after a long silence, he replied guardedly, “There was a problem. She has to stay in Jin City a little longer.”