“We’re already here.”
Chu Jinhan quickly walked downstairs, set her onto the back seat of the e-bike, then swung his own leg over.
“Hold tight. Don’t fall,” he reminded Song Yunfei, before starting the scooter.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.
The moment her hands touched his firm, taut muscles, both of them stiffened slightly.
Elsewhere.
Wu Wei was also escorted out of the police station by his father and loaded onto a three-wheeled cart, headed straight for the hospital.
Though his face was black-and-blue, he barely felt the pain. His mind was completely occupied by Chu Jinhan.
He opened a small group chat of six people and typed:
Brothers, do you know the name Chu Jinhan?
After a short while, the group came alive.
Frog Prince: Who’s that? What does he do?
Old Six: Never heard of him. A love rival you pissed off?
Brother Dao: Why are you asking about this guy?
The messages flew back and forth, but no one knew who Chu Jinhan was.
Wu Wei rubbed the bruises on his face, sinking into thought.
Could that guy really just be bluffing?
These guys weren’t major players in Qingcheng, but they’d been around long enough to at least know most of the big shots.
Wu Wei didn’t explain anything in the chat. Getting beaten up without being able to fight back—way too embarrassing to admit.
Maybe he really had overthought it.
Damn it. If he was just some nobody, he’d have to get revenge no matter what.
He pressed the voice message button, recording amid the bumps of the tricycle.
“Brothers, that bastard stole my—”
Before he could finish, an incoming call cut off the recording.
Wu Wei answered irritably.
“Wang Laosan, what the hell are you calling for? Can’t you talk in the group?”
Wang Laosan was one of the guys in the chat.
Lowering his voice mysteriously, Wang said,
“Bro, do you know Chu Jinhan?”
Wu Wei froze. Hearing the shock in the other man’s tone, suspicion crept in.
“What’s up? You know him too?”
“I don’t know him. But I’ve heard of him.”
Wu Wei instantly perked up—then winced as the movement tugged at his bruises, making him suck in a sharp breath.
“Where did you hear about him? What does he do?” he asked urgently.
Wang Laosan explained, “My cousin—you know, the one whose family moved to Haishi? He works at Yanjin Group now.”
Yanjin Group—everyone knew how massive that company was.
Wu Wei pressed, “And then?”
Wang continued, saying that a few months ago, his cousin had mentioned in the family group chat that their CEO seemed to have gone missing.
All of the company’s top executives were investigated, and a lot of employees knew about it.
And that CEO’s name—
Chu Jinhan.
Wu Wei’s heart jolted.
“Holy shit! You’re not messing with me, right? Are you serious? You sure it’s the same guy?”
Wang Laosan hesitated.
“I’m not sure either—I’ve never seen him in person. Do you have a photo? Send it to me and I’ll show my cousin. Then we’ll know.”
Wu Wei replied, “I don’t have one, but I can get it. I’ll send it to you later.”
“Okay. Send it. If it really is him, then we—” Wang Laosan cut himself off abruptly.
No matter how much Wu Wei pressed, he refused to finish the sentence. In the end, Wu Wei hung up, frustrated.
Thinking back to Chu Jinhan’s face, Wu Wei couldn’t help feeling uneasy.
Someone that powerful—how could he possibly show up in some backwater place like theirs? Riding a beat-up e-bike, no less.
Was he playing the whole wolf in sheep’s clothing act?
Wu Wei shook his head, trying to reassure himself. Impossible. It had to be someone with the same name.
Otherwise… wouldn’t he be completely screwed?
The tricycle stopped at a nearby community hospital. Wu Youfu yelled from the front,
“Get your ass down here! All you do is go out causing trouble—when we get home, I’ll break your damn legs!”
Wu Wei trudged into the hospital, feeling miserable.
The very next second, he saw two familiar figures standing outside a consultation room.
Remembering Wang Laosan’s words, Wu Wei instinctively turned around to leave.
But Wu Youfu grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back.
“You little shit, where are you running to? See a ghost or something?”
Wu Youfu’s booming voice drew attention from inside the room. The doctor frowned and glanced toward the door.
“Keep it down.”
Chu Jinhan also looked up.
Their eyes met.
Wu Wei forced a smile—one uglier than crying.
Song Yunfei was still having her temperature taken. She followed the noise and looked over, surprise flashing across her face.
The doctor called Wu Wei in to examine his injuries.
Wu Wei sat guiltily on the stool, letting the doctor prod his face, while his peripheral vision kept sneaking glances at Chu Jinhan.
After the examination, the doctor asked,
“Got into a fight?”
“No, no! I fell on my own,” Wu Wei waved his hands repeatedly, his gaze suddenly much clearer—almost innocent.
Hearing his voice and matching it with that now-familiar face, Song Yunfei finally recognized him.
“It’s you?!”
Wu Wei’s heart skipped. He forced a stiff smile.
“What a coincidence.”
Song Yunfei eyed him suspiciously.
Why had this guy suddenly become so well-behaved?
Had Chu Jinhan scared him that badly?
The doctor prescribed some ointment for Wu Wei and told him to apply it himself. Just superficial injuries—he’d be fine in a few days.
Then the doctor turned to Song Yunfei and asked for the thermometer.
“Thirty-nine point eight degrees. You’ll need an injection.”
Her eyes flew wide open.
“A-an injection? Where?”
“Your butt.”
Song Yunfei: “……Isn’t that a bit… brutal?”
The doctor glanced at her.
“Then we can do an IV drip. Or I’ll prescribe medicine for you to take at home.”
She chose instantly.
“Medicine! I’ll take medicine!”
The doctor didn’t argue, just entered the prescription into the computer and reminded her,
“If the fever doesn’t go down after taking it, you’ll still need an injection.”
“……” Song Yunfei subconsciously touched her backside, her expression turning resolute.
“It’ll go down.”
The doctor laughed, shook his head, and said nothing more.
After leaving the consultation room, Song Yunfei sat down on a bench in the hallway, waiting for Chu Jinhan to get her medicine.
That was when Wu Wei sidled over.
“Hey, beautiful.”
She shot him a look and scooted farther away.
“What, trying to add me again?”
“No, no,” Wu Wei waved his hands quickly. “I just wanted to ask—what is Chu Jinhan to you?”
Alarm bells went off in her head.
“Why are you asking that?”
Wu Wei put on a flattering smile.
“No reason. Just… I feel like I’ve heard the name Chu Jinhan before.”
“Where did you hear it?” she asked.
Seeing her reaction, Wu Wei’s heart sank halfway—but he still forced himself to probe.
“Yanjin Group’s CEO—”
Before he could finish, Song Yunfei slapped her hand over his mouth.
Wu Wei was caught completely off guard. She slammed him back against the wall, the back of his head hitting it hard.
She quickly withdrew her hand.
“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
Wu Wei rubbed the back of his head, not daring to complain.
He looked at her nervously.
“So… it really is him?”
Song Yunfei raised a finger to her lips.
“Shh. Don’t say it out loud.”
Wu Wei looked like he was about to cry.
“Why?”
She glanced behind her to make sure Chu Jinhan hadn’t returned, then leaned closer and whispered,
“He doesn’t want people to know his identity.”
“Why?”