Sometimes Bai Jinghong really got frustrated.
Even though that Chen Lin could be so greasy at times, spouting lines full of cringe…
But damn it, some people actually fell for that stuff.
Like right now, without his interference, Fan Ning’er, Qin Chuchu, Zi Yue, Shen Yaoyao, Mu Yanbing—all of them would probably have ended up in his bag.
The protagonist hasn’t died yet; the villain must still strive.
What needed to be done right now was still the matter of the Old Master of the Ye Family’s serious illness.
According to the current plot development, tomorrow Chen Lin would bring Zi Yue to the Ye Family.
He had to get there first and slap that bastard right across his face.
The Ye Family couldn’t compare to the Bai Family, but they still had some assets.
Especially the Ye Family’s daughter. If that girl got swept away by Chen Lin, Bai Jinghong would cough up three liters of blood.
Even if Chen Lin was apprehended today, it wouldn’t affect him walking free. The police were just conducting a routine interrogation, with no evidence to convict.
After returning to the Bai Estate, Bai Jinghong went to catch up on sleep with Shen Yaoyao.
Right now, Bai Jinghong was leaning against the headboard, a cigarette burning between his lips.
“In the plot, that old coot from the Ye Family isn’t sick, but poisoned. And that poison was administered by his own precious grandson!”
“What filial piety, truly moving!”
“Such a pity for Ye Qingke. But now that I, your father, am here, that idiot cousin of yours won’t be making any waves either.”
“Though about that time I was wrongly accused of peeking at her bathing… she should have forgotten by now, right? Actually, maybe it wasn’t such a wrongful accusation.”
Bai Jinghong reminisced for a moment, then couldn’t be bothered to think more.
Anyway, he would leave on time at noon tomorrow and cure that old coot of his illness. Done deal.
Just cut off Chen Lin’s path, that’s all.
…
The next day at noon, Bai Jinghong went to the Ye Family alone.
He even brought some gifts, ostensibly to visit the Old Master of the Ye Family.
Of course, the gifts were given to him by Ji Qiuwan.
There was some interaction between the Ye Family and the Bai Family.
Although it was all commercial cooperation, since Bai Jinghong was going to the Ye Family, some convenient courtesies still couldn’t be overlooked.
By the time Bai Jinghong arrived at the Ye Family, quite a few cars were already parked outside.
All luxury vehicles.
Clearly, they were all either visiting the Old Master or famous doctors coming for consultations.
Bai Jinghong had just parked his car when people from the Ye Family immediately came to greet him.
“Young Master Bai, you’ve come…”
The butler of the Ye Family welcomed him very warmly.
“Mhm, I came to see the Old Master. How is his condition now?”
Bai Jinghong raised his hand to brush off his clothes and directly tossed the gifts his mother had him bring to the butler.
“Young Master Bai, you are most thoughtful!”
“The Old Master’s condition is not good. Many renowned doctors have come and are at a loss.”
Bai Jinghong naturally knew that those famous doctors couldn’t see what the real problem was.
They were all at a complete loss.
A poisoned old coot, and those famous doctors insisted on calling it organ failure. Failure my ass.
But it was precisely because those people misdiagnosed it that it would give Chen Lin a chance to show off.
“Take me to see the Old Master!”
“Yes, this way please!” The butler quickly led the way.
Entering the villa, they circled around a small garden and arrived at a separate small courtyard in the back.
That was where the Old Master of the Ye Family lived.
Looking from afar, quite a few old men with white hair and beards could already be seen scratching their heads, pulling at their beards in thought.
The butler went in first to announce, while Bai Jinghong walked behind.
Originally a congested crowd, upon seeing Bai Jinghong arrive, very consciously parted to make way.
“Young Master Bai…”
“Young Master Bai…”
No matter if they were some expert or professor in their field, before this prodigal son, they all lost their arrogance.
Who didn’t know Bai Jinghong? Block his path, and you might just get a kick out of the way.
The phrase “respect the old and cherish the young” did not exist in Bai Jinghong’s dictionary.
Only “kick down the nursing home with fists, and the kindergarten with feet.”
Even a passing dog might randomly get two slaps for no reason.
Bai Jinghong more or less recognized these people, as they were retainers for many families, these experts.
The young masters and misses of those families also knew Bai Jinghong.
“Still alive, eh? That’s good.”
“Ahem, I’m just here to see the Old Master. You all continue your discussion, don’t let me hold you up!”
Those white-bearded experts all revealed bitter smiles.
Listen to that—was that even human speech?
But they didn’t dare talk back.
Bai Jinghong normally was called a prodigal son; an angry Bai Jinghong was called a Wicked Young Master.
Better to avoid trouble than stir it up. Who would be crazy enough to provoke him?
Just pretend not to have heard.
Bai Jinghong walked inside, heading to a room on the right-hand side.
There were truly quite a few people inside.
On the window side, it was all Ye Family members.
And on the door side, it was all medical personnel.
Those doctors were, without exception, top-tier experts and professors, famous in their respective fields.
Counting those outside, the lineup was truly formidable.
Yet these experts all wore troubled expressions, sighing heavily one after another.
In a large sickbed in the center lay an old coot—the former Family Head of the Ye Family, Ye Hongjun.
“Young Master Bai, you are most thoughtful…”
The current Family Head of the Ye Family, Ye Jianjie, came up to greet Bai Jinghong.
“Uncle Ye, my mother urged me to come see the Old Master. She couldn’t get away, so I’m here on her behalf. How is the situation?”
Ye Jianjie showed a helpless expression and sighed.
“All the famous doctors say the Old Master’s organ functions are severely weakened, his vital signs gradually declining. It all indicates his life is nearing its end!”
“I’m afraid this hurdle will be hard to overcome!”
Listening, Bai Jinghong subconsciously activated the X-Ray Vision of the Soul Capturing Eye to look at Ye Hongjun.
Ye Hongjun was laid bare completely under Bai Jinghong’s pupils.
Breath like a faint thread, life ebbing away.
Symptoms were inconsistent; blood molecules were being dissolved by a transparent fluid. This was poisoning!
“As expected, the same symptoms.” Bai Jinghong thought to himself.
This illness, besides himself, only Zi Yue could diagnose it.
And Zi Yue and Chen Lin, should also be arriving soon, barring any surprises.
“Uncle Ye, the Old Master has Heaven’s blessing and will be fine. Rest assured.”
“Then I shall take comfort in Young Master Bai’s auspicious words.” Ye Jianjie smiled, purely taking Bai Jinghong’s words as consolation.
In truth, with Bai Jinghong around, it really was easy to handle.
The Nirvana Medical Scripture was no joke. With just one glance, he already knew how to treat it.
But Bai Jinghong wasn’t in a hurry; he was looking for the right opportunity.
Otherwise, suddenly claiming he knew how to heal—if anyone believed that, he’d dunk his head straight into a toilet.
Bai Jinghong walked over to Ye Qingke on the opposite side and greeted her. “Qingke, it must be half a year since we last met, right?”
“Half a year apart, feels like half a year.”
Ye Qingke parted her small mouth as if to say something, but ultimately didn’t know what to say.
She just turned her head away.
Bai Jinghong secretly felt helpless.
This girl was definitely still holding a grudge about that incident.
Bai Jinghong had even explained that he was just helping check if there were any pervert ghosts peeking at her bath.
But she had no evidence, yet still pointed the finger at him.
Ah, didn’t he have any face to save?
But Ye Qingke had truly become even more dewy and alluring.
Her face was still so delicate and captivating.
Her raven-black long hair draped over her shoulders, a few strands scattered across her smooth forehead.
Beneath a pair of curved, willow-like eyebrows were embedded a pair of limpid, watery phoenix eyes. Her nose bridge was straight, and her moderately sized mouth had well-defined corners.
Truly, damn beautiful.
How could such a peerless beauty be taken by that deadbeat Chen Lin?
He just wondered if that red mole on her butt was still there.
Just then, the butler came to announce again, saying two young people claimed they could resolve the Old Master Ye’s illness!
Upon hearing this, Bai Jinghong’s heart settled.
Two young people—that confirmed it.
Chen Lin and Zi Yue had arrived!
If it were just Chen Lin alone, it was absolutely impossible. He wasn’t the type of protagonist who was a divine doctor descending the mountain.
Fighting and causing chaos, he could do that. Curing illness? He knew jack shit!
It still had to be his precious Zi Yue.
