Chapter 97: Night Meetings and the Mental Hospital
The Jian family’s will was suspect.
Those who knew the truth were either dead or “suffering from amnesia,” and the progress bar of the investigation was like a video with an interrupted signal—it simply couldn’t move forward.
Le Can wished he could shake the memory out of Jian Minglang.
Blessings do not come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone. Even worse, Jian Yu had somehow teamed up with Bai Xiaotong, who also deeply hated Xi Yun.
The Yongxin Auction House behind this woman, with the support of Ya Yun Gu Fang, had overlapped its auction times with Wei Yuanjing several times, and even the categories and themes of the items were identical.
She had truly taken shamelessness to the extreme!
At the same time, other industries Xi Yun had recently taken over from the Nian family were being besieged by competitors in the same industry, including the “scum father” and stepmother taking advantage of the situation to kick them while they were down.
Originally, Xi Yun hadn’t planned to tell Le Can these things, but the latter had only rushed to the hotel once, and the side effects of his ability hadn’t improved for a long time…
Le Can keenly sensed that something was wrong and managed to fish out the news from the unsuspecting Yuan Cheng with just a few words.
The belatedly realizing Yuan Cheng: “…”
Slowly putting a baseball cap on his head, the youth dressed in trendy clothes casually slung his bag over his back, put on his headphones, and mixed into the group of young people leaving the hotel, walking out of the hotel where people were secretly watching.
Speaking of which, why was Le Can so sure someone was watching in secret?
During a gap while waiting for a red light, the youth looked down and unlocked his phone. He scrolled through the hot search tags and clicked on one: [#Partner in a coma, tycoon meets new love at night#].
This wasn’t a hot search Le Can had bought.
Although he really wanted Xi Yun’s image to collapse in Jian Yu’s heart to make the latter break down, he would never spend money here.
He wouldn’t do something as stupid as spending money to disgust himself.
As for the hot search, why was it “in a coma” instead of “missing”?
This was news released after Xi Yun and Le Can discussed it, specifically targeting Jian Yu. At the same time, the information being passed out included the fact that more than one member was rescued.
Since the investigation on their end couldn’t be pushed forward, they would force Jian Yu to jump out. Wasn’t the Jian family’s will suspect? Didn’t he want Jian Minglang to disappear?
Then, if the information about Xi Yun investigating the dead lawyer was leaked, along with the news that Jian Minglang was still alive, could Jian Yu still sit still?
Perhaps he could, but what about the people around him? Could they be just as calm?
From the man who had inexplicably jumped out to provoke them at the wedding, Le Can and Xi Yun could see that just because Jian Yu was shrewd didn’t mean the people around him had brains.
As long as someone on their end moved, clues would naturally surface.
However, the hot searches were from four or five days ago. This hot search, which had strangely exploded in the early hours of that day, was still in the top ten…
The youth, whose face was mostly covered by the brim of his hat, suddenly let out a short, mocking laugh.
Buying the hot search must have cost Jian Yu a lot of wasted money, right?
The miserable “discarded husband” was him, and the young and beautiful “new love” was also him. It was just hard on Xi Yun, who bore the reputation of a scumbag…
Before he could feel guilty for even three seconds, Le Can’s hand accidentally touched something, opening the comment section.
[Damn, those hands, those legs, that suit, and that face that is handsome even with his eyes covered—the current ‘ge’ is eating really well.]
[The marketing accounts said the current ‘ge’ and President Xi are in a contract marriage. Then after a few years, doesn’t everyone here have a chance! Bright eyes.JPG]
[President Xi is for everyone, I want the current ‘ge’ and the new sister! Monogamy is just right—one as my husband and one as my wife, hehe…]
[What ‘wife’? That is clearly my ‘Husband-Sister’! What ‘husband’? With that thin waist, long legs, and peach-blossom eyes, that is clearly my destined wife! Embracing left and right.JPG]
Le Can, slowly revealing a “Grandpa on the subway looking at his phone” expression: “?”
He scrolled down a few pages, and at a glance, he saw the familiar words “husband” and “wife.” Aside from fighting over who belonged to whom, the comment section was generally harmonious.
Wait, was no one cursing them?
He finally found a comment with the same doubt as his, and after clicking on the folded information below, Le Can, who had sat in the backseat of the ride-hail car, finally knew the reason.
It wasn’t that people tolerated cheating, but…
[Lol, sister, did you miss the video and lawyer’s letter sent by the legal department under President Xi? The leading marketing accounts already knelt in seconds.]
[Yeah, a video from six ‘camera angles,’ a 360-degree President Xi without blind spots, and an entry and exit time of less than fifteen minutes. Cheating? Lol, I can’t even get out the door that fast!]
[Although President Xi is in a wheelchair, his eyes and legs are just bad. Please, fifteen minutes—who are you looking down on? Hahaha.]
[Yeah, yeah, with that physique and aura, you can tell at a glance he’s very ‘capable,’ okay…]
Le Can, sitting in the backseat of the car, suddenly choked on his own saliva.
He quickly darkened the screen, avoiding the comments below that were racing faster and faster. But in the next second, Le Can inevitably met his own reflection in the phone.
Peach-blossom eyes filled with water and tinged with red at the corners, lips slightly pressed together. With a face like a pink peach blossom and red cheeks, one could guess what was going on in his head without even thinking.
The guilty Le Can instantly shifted his gaze.
Fifteen minutes was indeed looking down on Xi Yun; they had only shared a kiss.
From the moment he entered the door, before he even saw the person, Le Can had been pressed behind the door by the man who had stood up from the wheelchair.
When the burning kiss pressed down, the room card in the hotel’s power insertion device was taken away. In the confusion and darkness, Le Can’s lips, tongue, and logic were cruelly stripped away by the intruder.
His vision went dark in waves, and his legs went weak. His spine, which couldn’t stop trembling, could only press against the hard, cold door panel, sliding downward uncontrollably.
However, Xi Yun didn’t give Le Can a chance to escape.
A large hand pressed against the youth’s back, moving down the spine, supporting the waist that tried to escape but had no strength, lifting the whole person up.
Le Can’s feet were off the ground, and his mind was a blank.
By the time he regained his senses, he was lying dizzily in the quilt, the four corners of the quilt tucked in tightly, making Le Can break out in a sweat from the heat…
The root of his tongue ached, his lips were hot and itchy, and his whole body felt as if his bones had been pulled out in one breath… The youth, who knew Xi Yun’s “duration” better than anyone, was grateful the man had already left.
He was even more grateful that this book wasn’t some “mpreg” novel. Otherwise, being very “capable” or whatever—thinking about it was terrifying!
[Carrying a train/high-speed rail/plane to escape overnight.JPG]
Soon, the car stopped at a location. “Young man, we’ve arrived.”
Le Can turned his head to look at the large black characters on the building not far outside the car window, turned back and nodded to the driver, and nimbly opened the door to get out.
“Thank you, Master. You can send the bill to my phone later.”
With his feet back on the ground, Le Can looked down to confirm the address one last time: No. 600 Dongping South Road, Nanwu Mental Health Center.
Seeing people passing by and having to specifically detour around the hospital entrance, Le Can couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
He didn’t know which “genius” had hidden the recuperating Jian Minglang in a mental hospital. But come to think of it, the other party did have some psychological issues…
For a moment, Le Can didn’t know whether to praise the person who made the suggestion for being keen or to lament their eccentric way of thinking.
This place was indeed not somewhere an ordinary person would think of.
However, he was here to visit a patient after all, so it wasn’t good to come empty-handed. The youth standing by the roadside reached out to take off his headphones, turned around to look at his surroundings, and strode into a fruit shop.
“Is the customer going to the hospital across the street? Then the apples in your hand that have cores and need peeling aren’t very suitable.”
Le Can, who was leaning over and thinking about whether to buy some apples, slowly put down the red apples in his hand and looked up to see a young woman wearing an apron.
After thinking for a moment, Le Can also felt it wasn’t quite right.
For mental patients, fruit cores carry a risk of accidental swallowing. Peeling tools are also generally prohibited from being brought into the hospital. Apples, which have cores and need peeling, should indeed be excluded.
He stood up, his gaze passing over the girl’s temples, which were mixed with a few white hairs, and looked into her eyes, which held a gentle smile.
“Then is there any recommended fruit?”
Yuan Yulan’s eyes lit up, and she pulled a fruit basket from a corner of the shop. When she pushed the fruit basket over, her face had an excited flush and she was a bit embarrassed.
“This is a fruit basket I put together myself after consulting a doctor.”
Fearing the young new customer wouldn’t trust her, Yuan Yulan specifically added, “I usually bring this kind of fruit basket when I visit my sister. I promise they can all be brought into the hospital!”
Le Can’s hand, which was lifting the fruit basket to check, paused.
In the beautiful bamboo-woven fruit basket, a bunch of bananas with just the right ripeness, a bag of red and plump cherry tomatoes, and a few small fruit cucumbers tied together with ribbons were meticulously placed.
Aside from those, there were also pre-cut cantaloupe, pineapple, and sweet melon, plus red pomelo meat that had already had its skin removed.
With just a simple glance, one could see how meticulous and gentle the person who made this fruit basket was. She had completely considered the patient’s inconvenience and had done her best to enrich the categories in the fruit basket…
Yuan Yulan was a bit constrained. “Ah, right, don’t worry, the fruit cuts are all freshly cut by us on the same day…”
“Thank you,” Le Can shook the fruit basket in his hand. “Your suggestion is very good, and the fruit basket is both good-looking and practical. Can I take two?”
Hearing the reply, Yuan Yulan was stunned for a second, then a brilliant smile broke out on her face. “Of course, of course!”
Thus, five minutes later, Jian Minglang saw Le Can with a heavy fruit basket in each hand.
The hand pushing the wheelchair rim whooshed forward to meet him, and his intact hand reached out to take one.
“Sigh, I said if you’re coming to see me, just come. Why are you so polite?”
Le Can unceremoniously pressed one of the fruit baskets onto Jian Minglang’s lap, but when the other reached for the second one, he nimbly turned in a circle and avoided him.
“This one isn’t for you. This is one I prepared for myself to take back and eat.”
That’s right, Le Can bought two fruit baskets, but only one was a gift for visiting Jian Minglang.
Jian Minglang, whose hand had caught only air, couldn’t help but twitch his mouth twice. “Wait, then why didn’t you just wait until you were leaving to buy it?”
Something so heavy, lugging it in through the hospital entrance and then lugging it back out—did he have too much energy and nowhere to use it?
“Oh,” Le Can pulled over a stool and sat down casually. “The fruit shop has a promotion: twenty dollars off for every two hundred spent.”
Jian Minglang laughed, whatever psychological trouble he had was gone. “Your husband is already so rich, is it possible he doesn’t give you money to spend? You have to save these twenty dollars?”
Jian Minglang hadn’t been short on money in his last life or this one, but he had to admit that that level of wealth wasn’t enough to look at in front of Xi Yun.
In the beginning, Jian Minglang indeed had some complaints about his “fellow countryman’s” flash-marriage partner. What was the difference between this and sleeping next to an air conditioner? Oh, right, an air conditioner that can only cool.
Later, after being beaten by society, Jian Minglang realized that someone like Jian Yu, who hid a knife in his smile, was the truly terrifying one. A man like Xi Yun, who talked little, had strong executive power, and gave money, was the truly reliable one.
Le Can cast a glance at the joking Jian Minglang, reached out, snatched the banana he had peeled, and took a bite. “Do you want me to show you my balance?”
Jian Minglang, whose balance couldn’t stand the comparison: “…Forget it.”
He wouldn’t humiliate himself.
He indignantly pulled out a small cucumber and took a crunchy bite. Then, while chewing the fresh cucumber, he pulled out the cherry tomatoes and pomelo from the fruit basket.
Watching Jian Minglang laboriously turning his wheelchair to head out, Le Can raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Where are you going?”
Jian Minglang tilted his head back, revealing an “I just remembered” expression, and slapped his thigh. “Oh, right, you don’t know.”
“When Yuan Cheng sent me over, he ran into a ‘sister’ from the same orphanage. Since it’s not convenient for him to come here often, he asked me to visit her occasionally.”
Anyway, Jian Minglang was very idle; he would wander down almost every day to take photos for his life-saving brother and update him on the sister’s treatment progress.
“Speaking of which, this fruit basket of yours looks familiar. It wasn’t bought at little Yulan’s shop, was it? The xx fruit shop across from the hospital—that little girl is also from their orphanage.”
A flash of surprise appeared in Le Can’s eyes.
He threw the finished banana peel into the trash can marked for wet waste and slowly stood up. “It is there.”
This fate was truly not shallow…
“I’ll go with you.”
T/N: “No. 600 Wanping South Road” is the famous address of the Shanghai Mental Health Center, often used in Chinese internet slang. The author used “No. 600 Dongping South Road” as a fictional variation. “Embracing left and right” (左擁右抱) refers to having a partner on each side. “Husband-Sister” (老公姐) is modern slang for a cool, dominant, or handsome woman who fans want to call their “husband.”
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