The night was deep, and only the soft breathing could be heard in the ward.

Yang Jinchu had already fallen into a dream.

Chu Wuyang glanced down at the lit-up phone screen, his eyes darkening slightly—the caller was Grandpa Jin.

She tiptoed and tucked the blanket around Yang Jinchu, then gently pushed open the door.

I walked to a quiet corner at the end of the corridor and answered the phone.

"Is this old man, at his age, still staying up all night like a young person?"

Her tone was dismissive, and her sarcasm was undisguised.

Beware of sudden death!

A half-smile, half-hearted response came from the other end of the phone.

"I will take Miss Chu's words as a sign of concern."

"I'm not calling for any other reason than I heard that things aren't going very smoothly on your end,"

"That incident you and your ex-fiancé had at the hotel doesn't seem to have had any effect."

Chu Wuyang's eyes were full of impatience.

Are you in a hurry?

Mr. Jin's voice was steady.

"It's really urgent."

"To be honest, I have cancer and I don't have much time left."

"If Jingmin doesn't return to the Jin family, I will kill him at all costs."

Chu Wuyang froze, a chill running down her spine to her head. She gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath.

"Are you crazy?"

"He's your own grandson, how can you be so heartless as to refuse to let him go?"

Old Master Jin said calmly,

"You're the one who won't let him go."

"Without you, he would never have returned to Haicheng, much less have refused to compete for the position of head of the Jin family."

The first dance of Yang Qi smiled.

His ability to turn the tables on others hasn't diminished at all.

It was clearly him who wanted to use Jing Min to help the Jin family return to its peak;

He was the one who had committed countless evil deeds and secretly plotted against others, yet he feared Jing Min's retaliation and the loss of power.

Ultimately, it all boils down to "wanting to destroy what you can't have."

That's truly vicious logic.

Grandpa Jin seemed to realize that saying these things was pointless, and his tone softened somewhat.

He said it as if it were just casual conversation.

“Jingmin is not a normal person, we all know that.”

"He can endure things that ordinary people cannot, so to deal with him, we must use extraordinary methods."

Chu Wuyang leaned against the wall, rolled her eyes, and sneered.

"Stop beating around the bush and get to the point."

"The reason he hasn't given up is because he still has hope in his heart."

"And that hope is your children."

Chu Wuyang's eyes widened suddenly, her heart feeling as if it had been gripped tightly.

“If he can shatter that hope with his own hands, he will let go.”

The old man's tone was cold, yet it revealed a hint of smugness.

"This is what I want you to do."

In an instant, she understood what he was planning.

The so-called "superhuman thinking" is, in essence, about making Jingmin "kill" his own child.

Chu Wuyang gritted her teeth, her voice cold.

"Crazy old man."

"Don't rush to refuse,"

As if he had anticipated her reaction, Old Master Jin's tone remained calm and even.

"The baby in your belly, wasn't it gone a long time ago?"

"It's just an illusion; it's not like we really want Jingmin to do anything."

He paused, then slowly added,

"If he really becomes the head of the Jin family in the future, you can still rekindle your relationship."

Why are you so fixated on this at this crucial juncture?

These words were like a blunt knife slicing across Chu Wuyang's chest—she had said them, she had said them herself.

At that time, she wanted to persuade Jingmin to calm down.

But to her surprise, Old Master Jin used these words to shut her up.

An old fox, indeed an old fox.

She didn't say another word and hung up the phone immediately.

The moment the screen went out,

Her face was pale in the darkness of the night.

She glanced down at her lower abdomen, a flicker of hesitation crossing her eyes—

Although Mr. Jin was ruthless, it must be admitted that this tactic was indeed effective.

The longer it drags on, the more Jingmin is tormented by the misunderstanding;

If things get out of control, Mr. Jin might really resort to desperate measures and do something that could lead to mutual destruction.

Although she agreed to cooperate with Mr. Jin, it was merely a matter of each side getting what they wanted and engaging in superficial pleasantries.

trust?

It was never in the dictionary of this transaction.

Chu Wuyang stood on a corner of the hospital rooftop, the night wind ruffling her hair, her palms still cold from the end of the call.

She lowered her eyes and slid her fingertips to dial a familiar number.

The phone was answered after two rings; Jin Qilin's voice carried a light laugh.

"Miss Chu, you still have time to call me so late?"

Her tone was indifferent.

"I was afraid you'd get impatient, so I'll let you know as soon as I have reliable news."

There was a pause on the other end, as if they had become interested.

"What news?"

“Your grandfather just called me.”

Her tone was calm, yet every word carried a hint of probing.

"He urged me to separate from Jingmin as soon as possible, his tone was very urgent, as if he really couldn't wait much longer."

"Could it be... that he's seriously ill?"

The golden unicorn gave a soft snort, tinged with surprise.

"Is Grandpa really pressuring you?"

"That's natural."

Chu Wuyang smiled gently.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"I still believe that."

Jin Qilin responded with a playful tone.

"Haven't you proven it with your actions?"

"Boyifang was on the verge of collapse, thanks to Miss Chu's 'dedicated' cooperation."

She was about to speak when Jin Qilin interrupted her.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing, which also confirms that Grandpa is starting to get anxious."

"After your gossip about Jingmin was exposed, it brought to light the vast and mysterious information network behind Jingmin—the power that Grandpa has been wary of for many years."

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