Qin Chuan frowned slightly. He could clearly sense Xiaoyu’s undisguised enthusiasm.
“That’s enough for today. You can leave.”
Xiaoyu trembled slightly, as if waking from a dream. She hurriedly nodded obediently, stood up, carefully straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, then lowered her gaze and retreated.
The door closed softly, and Qin Chuan let out a quiet sigh. Ever since he left Su Qinghuan, his romantic luck had surged like a flood breaking through a dam, unstoppable.
News had come from the Qin Royal Mansion. A marriage had already been arranged for him, and it was said the woman possessed beauty capable of toppling a nation.
Then there was Ye Linglong, who acted unpredictably, pursuing him like a bewitching demon with relentless fervor.
Now even Xiaoyu, his Butler, could no longer hold back and had begun expressing her affection repeatedly.
Could it be that his fortunes had truly turned, that hardship had finally given way to prosperity?
Once he completely severed the hollow marriage with Su Qinghuan, he would return to the Qin Royal Mansion and reclaim everything that rightfully belonged to him, with interest.
Since Su Qinghuan stubbornly refused to sign the papers, he did not mind using some unconventional methods.
Just as he stretched his body, the phone on the table began to vibrate.
His eyes swept over the caller ID, and Qin Chuan shook his head helplessly.
“Dear!”
Just two words, yet they felt particularly glaring.
The original contact name had been “Su Qinghuan,” but that troublesome Ye Linglong had forcibly changed it to her exclusive nickname.
“Hello.”
“Hehe, you picked up so quickly. Were you… thinking about me?”
The voice on the other end carried a lazy huskiness, laced with temptation that seemed to slip straight into the ear, her tone brimming with barely suppressed excitement.
It was none other than Tianhai City’s famous “Enchantress,” Ye Linglong.
“If you have something to say, say it. If not, I’m hanging up,” Qin Chuan replied flatly.
“Hey! You! Can you not be so unromantic!”
Her voice shifted instantly from lively to pitiful, as if about to cry. Qin Chuan could almost picture her pouting, eyes shimmering.
“Alright, let’s get to the point!” Ye Linglong quickly adjusted her tone, urgency creeping in.
“The richest man in Tianhai, that old Mr. Zhang, suddenly fell critically ill! Right now, the whole city is offering huge rewards, searching everywhere for a miracle doctor to save him!”
“I know your identity is mysterious and your background unfathomable. Do you… know any divine doctors who can bring people back from the brink of death?”
Her voice was full of anticipation. “Su Qinghuan had both legs shattered, and you still found someone to treat her so she could walk normally again. You must have connections, right?”
Ye Linglong’s tone carried eager excitement. She clearly did not want to miss this heaven-sent opportunity.
Back when the Su Group was on the verge of bankruptcy and had no way out, he had no choice but to seek help from the Qin Royal Mansion.
The Qin Royal Mansion had passed the matter to that very Mr. Zhang, Tianhai’s richest man.
Mr. Zhang had acted decisively, waving his hand as massive funds poured into the Su Group, forcibly stabilizing the collapsing enterprise.
Who would have thought that in just a few short years, that seemingly robust old man would already be at death’s door?
Qin Chuan pondered for a moment before saying, “Got it. I’ll go take a look later.”
He indeed knew many master physicians, but now that he possessed an unparalleled inheritance and held vast, profound medical knowledge in his mind, there was no need to rely on others.
“Wow! I knew you’d have a way!” Ye Linglong immediately cheered.
“Dear Mr. Qin, um… could you pick me up on the way? I want to… go with you!” Her voice turned soft and sweet, carrying a cautious hint of anticipation.
Qin Chuan thought briefly and replied, “Alright. Send me the address.”
“Hehe, Residence No.1 in Yujing Manor! Hurry over, I’ll leave the door open for you~”
Her final tone stretched deliberately, filled with teasing allure, and her breathing on the other end seemed to grow slightly heavier.
Qin Chuan ended the call directly, straightened his clothes, and got into the fiery red Ferrari LaFerrari. The engine roared, tearing through the city’s noise as he sped away.
Half an hour later, the LaFerrari came to a steady stop in front of Residence No.1 in Yujing Manor.
Just as she had said, the heavy carved gate was slightly ajar.
Qin Chuan pushed the door open and entered. On the sofa, a graceful and seductive figure lay curled lazily. It was Ye Linglong.
She wore only a thin, gauzy dress, light as a cicada’s wing. The nearly transparent fabric could barely conceal her breathtaking curves.
Her perfect figure appeared faintly beneath the hazy veil, making it even more alluring.
“Do you usually dress like this at home?” Qin Chuan’s gaze fell on her without restraint, filled with scrutiny.
A hint of cunning and pride flashed in Ye Linglong’s eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, “Does it look good?” Her voice was sweet, yet carried a subtle hook.
Qin Chuan did not answer. He walked straight to the sofa opposite her and sat down, his gaze still intense and intrusive. With such a vivid scene before him, it would be a waste not to look.
“Hehe…” Feeling his undisguised gaze, Ye Linglong grew even more pleased.
“Come on, tell me. Does it look good or not?” She lifted her chin, her breath fragrant.
Qin Chuan’s eyes fixed on her stunning face, “It looks good, but… it’s a bit too revealing.”
The pride in Ye Linglong’s eyes nearly overflowed. “What, jealous? Afraid… others might see me?”
She deliberately stretched her tone, her eyes full of charm.
Qin Chuan chuckled lightly and did not respond.
Ye Linglong pressed further, breathing softly by his ear, “Then… I’ll only wear it for you to see from now on, alright?”
A blush instantly spread across Ye Linglong’s cheeks. She lightly spat, “Shameless!”
Then, unable to suppress her curiosity, she asked with a slightly sour tone, “When you were with Su Qinghuan before, were you also this… shameless?”
“Me? Shameless?” Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow, the smile in his eyes deepening.
“Who’s the one wearing something that barely covers anything, swaying around in front of me?”
“Who’s the one repeatedly teasing me in every possible way? If I didn’t react at all, wouldn’t that make me seem… incapable?” His words were blunt and provocative.
Before his sentence finished, his right hand had already moved with irresistible force, suddenly wrapping around her slender waist.
“Ah!” Ye Linglong trembled as if struck by electricity, letting out a suppressed cry.
A trace of surprise flashed in Qin Chuan’s eyes.
This woman appeared bold and experienced on the surface, like a veteran in matters of love, yet she was unexpectedly sensitive and inexperienced.
It seemed those rumors about her being worldly and experienced were greatly exaggerated.
Even Qin Chuan, with his firm will, could not help but admire her. Truly, a natural enchantress.
Her beauty seemed like poetry come to life, vivid and unforgettable.
Qin Chuan quietly withdrew his hand, his voice returning to its usual calm.
“Tell me, what exactly is going on with that old man?”
In his memory, Mr. Zhang had always been strong and full of vitality, easily capable of living another ten or twenty years.
Yet in just a few short years, he had reached such a critical state. There was likely more to it than met the eye.
Ye Linglong opened her misty eyes, her gaze lingering on Qin Chuan’s withdrawn hand.
The force from his palm still made her heart tremble.
“Before… is this how you ‘bullied’ Su Qinghuan too?” Her voice carried a lazy huskiness and a trace of jealousy.
“I’m actually… a little jealous of that woman.”
She sighed softly, “She must be blind, giving up a man like you, only to be charmed by a pretty-faced man who can do nothing but sweet talk.”
“Of course,” her tone shifted, her eyes reigniting with passion, “I should thank her too. If she hadn’t been so blind, how would I have had the chance… to meet you?”
“My matters with her are already in the past. It’s just that the divorce procedures are troublesome. Su Qinghuan refuses to sign no matter what,” Qin Chuan said calmly.
Ye Linglong’s eyes instantly lit up. “Dear Mr. Qin!” She grabbed his arm eagerly, “If you trust me, leave this entirely to me?”
Qin Chuan pondered briefly, then nodded, “Alright. I’ll leave it to you.”
His tone shifted, his gaze turning sharp, “Now, tell me first. What exactly is the situation with Mr. Zhang?”
After all, he owed that old man a considerable favor. Now that the man’s life hung by a thread, no matter what, he had to make this trip personally.