Chapter Twenty-Eight: I Am the Owner Here!

Orphanage.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Director Su holding Ye Wuyou, feeding her soup.

"Wuyou!"

Ye Wushang could hardly contain his excitement. He cried out and rushed forward, pulling his sister into a tight embrace!

"Brother, is it really you? Brother?"

Ye Wuyou was momentarily stunned, then burst into tears of joy, clinging to him.

"It's me, I'm your brother."

Ye Wushang nodded frantically. Though he had always been strong, at this moment, he could not stop his tears from flowing.

Judging by her illness, it was normal for her to wake up after taking the medicine. Her memory was still in the process of recovery; she would need a few more hours to be fully healed.

He was eager to learn about his own origins and the details surrounding his father's disappearance. Yet after three years, finally seeing his sister alive, he could not help but be overwhelmed.

After a long while.

"Wuyou, don't cry. If you cry too much, you'll ruin your looks."

Ye Wushang gently wiped the tears from her eyes and spoke tenderly, "Now that you're awake, we siblings are reunited. Don't worry, I will make sure you have a good life and become the happiest person in the world."

"Mm, I believe you, brother."

Ye Wuyou nodded like pounding garlic, choking back her words. "Three years ago, my head went blank and I forgot everything."

"I thought I would never see you again, but now, you're standing right in front of me."

"My head still hurts a little now. I try so hard to remember things, but nothing comes back..."

Ye Wushang quickly comforted her, "It's alright, Wuyou. It's just intermittent. It won't be long before you remember everything."

"You've just recovered. Lie down and drink some chicken soup to warm up. Later, I'll take you home. We'll live in our new house."

Hearing this, Ye Wuyou frowned, puzzled. "New house?"

"Brother, you mean you're no longer living at your sister-in-law's place?"

Three years ago, though she suddenly lost consciousness, there was a time when she woke up for a few days and learned that Ye Wushang had married Lan Ruoxue.

However, he was not welcomed in the Lan family and worked all the time. To be honest, she felt sorry for him.

But thinking her brother had a family now, as long as he managed it well, everything would get better.

"Mm, I've divorced Lan Ruoxue."

Ye Wushang’s expression darkened, but he forced a smile. "We each have our own pursuits. It's alright."

"Anyway, I've found a new place to live, bigger and more beautiful than the Lan household. I'll take you there soon."

Previously, An Lan had gifted him Villa 101 at Panlong Mansion.

It was just the right opportunity to settle his sister in while working as An Lan’s bodyguard in the neighborhood.

Next, he only had to wait for his sister’s memory to fully recover, then he could learn the whole story and decide what to do next.

"Director Su, could you please look after Wuyou for a while? I have some matters to discuss with Mr. Ye."

Just then, Old Tang approached, gave a few instructions, and invited Ye Wushang aside.

He found himself more and more impressed by this young man—not only was his medical skill extraordinary, but his character was excellent: reserved, modest, and rare.

Just now he’d heard Ye Wushang planned to take his sister to Panlong Mansion, the most prestigious residential area in Jinghan. The average price was at least a hundred thousand per square meter, and even then, properties were hard to come by. Without status, even money couldn’t buy a home there.

He grew increasingly curious about the young man's origins, feeling as if a veil of mystery surrounded him.

"Mr. Ye..."

"Old Tang, please call me Wushang."

Ye Wushang replied respectfully, "The silver needles and medicinal herbs you provided saved my sister's life. In my heart, you're a benefactor. No need for formality."

"Haha."

Old Tang laughed heartily and nodded, "Alright, Wushang it is."

"Here's the situation: I have a patient at the hospital whose condition is dire."

"I've tried every method, but nothing works. So, I'd like to ask for your help. Would you be willing to take a look?"

Treating illness?

Ye Wushang paused.

As a physician, saving lives was his duty. Moreover, Old Tang had saved his sister; with him asking, how could he refuse?

He did have a rule: whoever sought his medical help had to find him a medicine, or at least a clue.

Back then, Sheng Changchun had obtained the second herb, the ‘white lingzhi,’ which allowed Wushang to cure his cancer.

Now that Old Tang was asking, he couldn’t refuse.

"Alright, I agree."

Nothing is absolute. He could break the rule once. As for the other herbs, there was no rush, he could ask An Lan later. After all, her family specialized in medicinal fields, hundreds or thousands of acres—perhaps she could help.

"Really?"

Seeing Ye Wushang agree, Old Tang was overjoyed and was about to speak when Wushang said, "But now is not the right time."

"How about you give me the address, and I'll visit personally later."

...

At two thirty in the afternoon, Ye Wushang took his sister by taxi to Panlong Mansion.

"Wuyou, from now on we'll live here."

Ye Wushang supported his sister, pointing at the grand entrance to the neighborhood, his voice full of hope.

"Look, the scenery here is picturesque, and the facilities are complete. Living here isn't just convenient—it's good for your health."

"I’ll find a few housekeepers to look after your daily needs, so you can recover quickly."

"And when you’re fully well, I’ll arrange for you to attend school here. You love learning, don’t you? Brother will sponsor you through university!"

Hearing this,

Ye Wuyou’s tears flowed uncontrollably.

These were indeed things she had long dreamed about, but her father disappeared and her mother passed away. Without parental care, she had suffered all her life. What others saw as normal had always been a luxury for her.

"Brother, will we really be able to live here?"

Ye Wuyou still couldn’t believe it, afraid that it was a dream that could shatter at any moment. "It’s so upscale, it must be very expensive."

"How could we ever deserve to live here? I know you care for me, but you..."

"Silly sister, of course we’ll live here. Come, let me show you inside."

The auction would start in half an hour.

First, he would settle his sister.

As for the undercover planted by Wang Dahai and the Pei family—who it was and what they planned, he had no clue yet. But someone skilled in martial arts and poison was certainly no ordinary person.

Once he was at the scene, he would definitely root them out!

"Stop right there. What are you doing?"

Just as they reached the entrance, before they could go inside, the security captain sitting by the door signaled with a glance, and two guards immediately stepped forward to block them.

As the security captain, he had seen countless people, especially after five years working here.

He had met all sorts of dignitaries; everyone who came drove luxury cars. He had never seen anyone arrive by taxi.

Even cleaners or other outsiders used the back entrance. No one dared to use the main gate—wasn’t that tarnishing the neighborhood’s reputation?

Moreover, the An family was hosting a secret auction today, and he had been repeatedly ordered to be strict.

These two, whose entire belongings didn’t add up to more than three hundred yuan, certainly had no right to enter!

"Residents returning home—what do you think we’re doing?"

Ye Wushang was used to people who looked down on others. If it weren’t for his sister, he wouldn’t even bother being polite. He simply spoke calmly.

"Residents?"

The captain raised his eyebrows, sizing up the siblings, unable to help but snicker. "Do I look like a fool?"

"I’ve seen plenty of people like you, just wanting to exploit the prestige of this upscale neighborhood to take photos and show off."

"I used to turn a blind eye if they at least brought me a little something, but you two want in empty-handed? Dream on!"

"I’m warning you, get lost now, or I won’t be so polite!"

He was sure these two were just here to take photos and show off. Claiming to be residents—just look at their cheap outfits and undeniable aura of poverty. How could they afford a home here? He thought they couldn’t even buy a single brick!

Summer was approaching. Lately, there had been too many like them, and he had no patience left.

"Show some respect."

"I really am a resident here. There’s no need to lie to you."

With that, Ye Wushang took out a key and handed it over. "Look, this is the resident’s key. Now do you believe me?"

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