Ye Zhibai stared blankly ahead, having changed into a brand-new pure white dress.
She sprawled on the soft hospital bed, unable to put her jumbled feelings into words.
Every now and then, she flipped over.
Ah… life truly was bittersweet, full of twists and turns.
Just moments ago, she had earnestly explained everything to Yun’er—how her condition wasn’t that bad, and after releasing some fluids, she already felt much better.
That little trickle earlier… it was just an accident!
It absolutely wouldn’t happen again next time!
Moreover, she now deeply understood—and had mastered—how a girl went to the bathroom.
With a live demonstration, how could she not learn it?!
With both theory and hands-on practice, if she still couldn’t get it, she’d be a complete airhead!
Mm… As Ye Zhibai recalled Yun’er’s demonstration from earlier, her usually impassive face flushed with a rare hint of embarrassment.
She couldn’t call it a total loss—one had to admit, this was a big win.
It was clearly a big win, but thinking back still felt so weird!
Reality, however, wouldn’t let her wallow and roll around on the bed complaining forever.
Ye Zhiyun had just gone to the window outside to check the situation and was now returning. She clasped her hands naturally in front of her, tilting her head with a gentle smile toward Ye Zhibai.
“Sister, Father’s here to pick you up. Let’s check out and go home.”
“Go home…?” Ye Zhibai abruptly halted her slow rolling.
“Mm.” Ye Zhiyun took two steps forward and slowly extended her hand to Ye Zhibai. “Back to our home.”
Home.
What a warm word.
Ye Zhibai’s first reaction upon hearing it was her old rundown apartment from before—leaky in summer rains, drafty in winter winds, with the nearest supermarket a marathon away just to buy groceries.
So it wasn’t there?
Somewhere closer to a supermarket, maybe?
More importantly…
She might actually have a family now.
The words “mom and dad” alone filled her with longing.
Seeing Ye Zhibai frozen in place, Ye Zhiyun gently brushed her black hair back with one hand, bent down, and grasped Ye Zhibai’s slightly trembling palm with the other.
Once more, her voice rang like music to Ye Zhibai’s ears.
“Sister, let’s go. Home.”
The late summer breeze felt different from the stifling hospital air—humid, yes, but carrying the natural flow of the wind.
It lightly tousled Ye Zhibai’s silver hair, swaying alongside the hem of her pure white dress to the left.
The sensation beyond the hospital gates… it was refreshingly liberating.
Though she’d only reincarnated a few hours ago, Ye Zhibai felt like an eternity had passed.
—Now, this lady was free.
Walking hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder with Ye Zhiyun, Ye Zhibai felt considerable pressure.
In her previous life, she’d hardly ever held a girl’s hand. It sounded lame to admit, but she had zero experience and was a bit nervous.
No clue here… when girls held hands, did they all like tracing circles in each other’s palms?!
She didn’t get it, but Ye Zhiyun kept doing it every so often, leaving Ye Zhibai’s palm itchy.
As they stepped out through the hospital gates and Ye Zhibai finally looked up to survey her surroundings—
Her eyes widened in shock!
Outside the Central Hospital, on the wide street, two full rows of identical luxury black sedans were parked.
The vehicles had left a clear path for other pedestrians heading to the hospital, arranged in perfect order.
In front of every luxury sedan stood either a maid in a maid outfit or a bodyguard in a crisp suit and sunglasses.
They lined up on both sides, hands behind their backs, standing tall and solemn.
From the not-insubstantial steps at the hospital entrance, it made for a truly spectacular sight.
Ye Zhibai wondered inwardly if some big shot was being welcomed. She rarely even saw scenes like this in movies.
However—
The bodyguards and maids turned toward her in perfect unison!
“Congratulations on your discharge, Eldest Miss!!”
Their voices boomed like thunder!
Holy crap?!
Ye Zhibai looked left and right in startled panic until she caught Yun’er’s doting gaze beside her.
Only then did she realize… they were congratulating her!
No way! Seriously?!
Every passerby on the nearby road was staring!
Social suicide struck again, ever by her side.
Fresh out of the hospital, Ye Zhibai once more basked in its warm embrace.
Thanks, family of my dreams.
Your thoughtful arrangements have warmed the seasons.
Ye Zhibai just wanted to bolt from this hellish scene.
She asked quietly, “Yun’er… where are Mom and Dad?”
“Sister, come with me.”
“Mm…”
Fine, fine, whatever—just get me out of here! Ye Zhiyun deliberately slowed her pace to match Ye Zhibai’s.
Ye Zhibai felt like she was trying hard, but her body was still weak, her steps sluggish.
This slower-than-a-girl pace was downright frustrating!
Hm?
As they walked, Ye Zhibai’s gaze drifted ahead along their path.
She spotted a middle-aged man dressed differently from the others.
He stood about six foot three, with a sturdy, upright build. His black suit was crisper and more formal than the bodyguards’, exuding the innate authority of a long-time leader.
His angular face bore faint wrinkles, signs of a weathered middle age, and a short beard on his chin added to his gravitas.
His neat black short hair was slicked to one side with gel—the hallmark of a successful man.
Perhaps from overwork, his hairline was receding despite a full head.
The only thing undermining his imposing presence was the tears welling up in his dark eyes, fists clenched as he watched unwaveringly for his daughters to approach.
Ye Zhiyun explained, “He’s our father, Ye Qinghe, the current Chairman of Ye Group. Do you remember, Sister?”
“I… I’ve heard of him…”
“You remember?!”
“No… forget I said that…”
Cough, she just meant she’d heard of him!
Ye Group was Qihai City’s largest corporation. As a local college student in her previous life, of course Ye Zhibai had heard of its chairman.
He was always on TV!
Now, this Chairman of Ye Group—the father of Ye Zhibai and Ye Zhiyun—stood there, eyes brimming with tears.
Reuniting with his daughter was bound to move him.
But Ye Zhibai figured he had that upper-echelon dignity.
In front of all these subordinates, he’d stay stoic, holding back tears even if they threatened to fall.
That was restraint. That was responsibility.
But Ye Zhibai had clearly overestimated him.
When they were within ten steps—
Tears streamed down Ye Qinghe’s cheeks in two hot rivulets!
Sobbing, he cried out.
“My precious girl! Zhibai! Daddy believed… Daddy always believed you’d wake up!!”
He hadn’t held back at all!
Ye Zhibai clearly saw this legendary tycoon weeping like a fountain, wiping them away with the back of his hand!
But Ye Zhiyun’s face darkened instantly.
She stopped with Ye Zhibai in tow.
And warned him.
“Father… please be quiet. You’re scaring Sister. If I recall correctly… I told you on the phone not to make such a big fuss, not to bring so many people. Did you not hear me?”
“Uh…! Yun’er, your father… your father just wanted Zhibai to feel the utmost care on her discharge!”
“Care isn’t about the show, and I also told you… Sister doesn’t remember anything from before. She doesn’t know who you are, so don’t make a scene. It’ll just confuse her. Got it?”
Ye Qinghe’s expression froze for a moment.
“Her memory really is… sigh! No matter. As long as Zhibai’s awake… nothing else counts!”
Actually, Ye Zhibai had noticed something amazing.
Ye Qinghe… her current Old Dad…
Seemed really scared of Yun’er?
No wonder—Yun’er’s aura outside was oppressively strong, totally unlike the gentleness she showed alone with Ye Zhibai.
Forget Ye Qinghe—even the maids and bodyguards lining the roads seemed to shrink from Ye Zhiyun’s icy, frostbitten gaze.
Whoa…
Could it be that among everyone here, her little sister had the strongest presence?!
What Ye Zhibai didn’t know was that Ye Zhiyun was cold, but she herself was even colder.
The aloof chill Ye Zhibai unwittingly exuded, standing beside Ye Zhiyun, created an otherworldly inapproachability.
As if only the two of them existed in the world.
Both sacred and inscrutable.
Ye Qinghe wiped away his tears, then the cold sweat on his forehead.
He gazed at his precious daughter’s familiar face—so long unopened—and smiled with relief.
Zhibai was still expressionless like before.
But as always, her being awake was what mattered most.
Ye Qinghe turned to the bodyguard behind him and extended his palm.
The bodyguard hesitated. “Uh… Chairman Ye? What is it…?”
“Hand over the car keys. No need for you to drive today.”
As a father, he would personally take his daughter home.
