C10 Meet Jing Cheng Again!

In her previous life, it had been the same.

Regrettably, she had been too naive to recognize the malice lurking behind the facade of indifference.

With these thoughts, Yem Xi blinked lightly.

She took out her phone, opened WhatsApp, and sent a message.

I'm heading to the villa now. Where are you?

The response came quickly.

At home. Ms. Xi, I'll come to pick you up right away!

Yem Xi shared her location.

OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes.

Yem Xi headed upstairs.

About ten minutes later, she emerged with her laptop in tow.

Steward Hsu, noticing the black bag on her back, was suspicious and discreetly had someone tail her.

Meanwhile, he went upstairs to check for any missing valuables.

If he could cause Yem Xi to lose face in this household, it would be perfect!

As soon as Yem Xi stepped outside, she sensed she was being followed.

Within the Jiang family, only the petty steward would resort to such tactics.

Even Jiang Shuyao wouldn't be so brazen.

Yem Xi glanced back.

The auntie, acting on the steward's orders, awkwardly averted her gaze, unable to meet Yem Xi's penetrating eyes.

Yem Xi, holding her parasol, with her delicate stature and clear, piercing eyes, spoke with a wry smile, "I'm just running an errand. No need to tag along in this heat."

The auntie's face turned beet red.

Having been caught, she had no choice but to stop following.

Yem Xi reached the entrance of the villa complex.

Just then, the Jiang family's driver returned from outside, surprised to find Yem Xi there.

Could she have been kicked out?

Given her temperament, it wouldn't be a surprise.

The driver was contemplating whether to call Steward Hsu when a flashy black motorcycle pulled up in front of her.

The driver set aside his phone to get a better look.

The motorcyclist removed his helmet, and the two began to converse, clearly acquainted.

From a distance, the driver couldn't make out the other person's features or their conversation.

Finally, he watched as Yem Xi accepted the helmet from the young man and climbed onto his motorcycle.

The motorcycle roared to life and took off into the distance.

Glory Peace Garden.

Wen Donglin was driving Jing Cheng back home. After parting ways with the Jiang family, Jing Cheng had made a detour to the hospital. His decision to head to Riverside Village immediately after waking up from a car accident had infuriated the Jing family patriarch. The old man had issued an ultimatum: return within three days or face disownment. But everyone knew it was an empty threat; Jing Cheng was unfazed.

The patriarch, at his wit's end, had no choice but to enlist Wen Donglin's help, asking him to keep an eye on Jing Cheng. That's what led to the impromptu hospital check-up.

As the car glided into the upscale neighborhood, Wen Donglin glanced at Jing Cheng and offered, "You'll be staying at my place for the next few days. If you need anything, just ask."

Jing Cheng, eyes half-closed, responded with a languid grunt.

Wen Donglin let out a hiss of amusement. This guy was truly something else.

Jing Cheng's influence among his peers didn't stem from his Jing family status. At fifteen, he made a name for himself in an international chess tournament, catching the eye of grandmasters eager to mentor him, though he declined further study. By seventeen, he had assembled a team to research intelligent robots—a venture skeptics deemed premature, but he proved them wrong and even founded a company that climbed into the global top ten.

At eighteen, he casually entered an international violin competition and, as its youngest contestant, clinched second place—then put his violin away for good. By twenty, the Imperial Capital Hospital appointed him as the lead neurosurgeon in their neurosurgery department, taking on a maximum of one surgery a month, and only for the most complex cases.

Each of his achievements could easily brand him a genius. For anyone else, reaching such heights would be a lifetime's quest.

Yet, for Jing Cheng, it seemed he was just playing the field, never lingering too long in any one pursuit. Now, he had arrived in the modest Yi City.

In Yi City, for a girl.

If he fancied a girl and refused to stay, that would be a sin!

Wen Donglin chuckled to himself at the thought.

His laughter subsided as a motorcycle zoomed past him.

And the rider...

Wen Donglin's eyebrows lifted. Could it really be such a coincidence?

He murmured, "That girl bears a striking resemblance to the Jiang family's young lady."

Jing Cheng immediately straightened up and peered ahead.

The motorcycle came to a halt at the gate of the villa.

The riders dismounted and removed their helmets.

A man and a woman.

The girl's profile was striking, her shoulder-length hair fluttering in the breeze, revealing a swath of her fair and delicate neck.

It was none other than Yem Xi.

Wen Donglin appeared to be enjoying the scene.

He stroked his chin and gave a couple of appreciative clicks of his tongue, "Just look at them, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, both of a similar age – they're quite the match!"

Jing Cheng turned his head to give Wen Donglin a lukewarm glance.

It wasn't until they disembarked that he spoke up, "I need to go over the project details again."

Wen Donglin was left speechless.

...

"Ms. Xi, just a moment, I'll get the door. I wasn't sure you'd have time to meet with me. Lucky I cleaned up here a couple of days ago..."

"Mhm." Yem Xi stood to the side, holding her helmet.

She had entrusted Lin Xiao with the purchase of this villa. The surroundings were quite pleasant, justifying her decision to spend her last savings.

It was worth it.

As Yem Xi pondered these trivialities, a cool voice interrupted her thoughts from behind, "Yem Xi."