Where is my golden touch?

All the members of the Li family seemed to have been put on pause.

Even Li Mingzhi couldn’t snap out of the shock from the unexpected event and stood there dumbfounded.

The Li family estate spanned a vast area, with an elegant garden built in front of the main residence. Flowers bloomed in splendor throughout the four seasons, a breathtaking sight.

At this moment, Ning Jiang had crashed headfirst into a particularly refined flowerbed, hitting his head hard.

He wasn’t dead, but he landed in the flowerbed in a rather undignified manner, crying out in pain.

“Ah…”

“Ouch…”

Jing Yi also rubbed his sore backside, grimacing in pain.

Is this the CEO family’s floor? It’s so slippery it could be used as a hidden weapon.

Ning Jiang’s painful cries jolted the dazed Li Mingzhi awake. He was the first to rush out and pull Ning Jiang from the flowerbed.

But Li Mingzhi was young and couldn’t budge the hefty Ning Jiang; straining his face red, he only managed to pull Ning Jiang’s leg out a little.

“Steward Jing,” Li Mingzhi called, “Hurry and help!”

“Oh… ouch.”

That fall really hurt.

Jing Yi limped over to the flowerbed, clutching his waist. Li Mingzhi generously handed him a leg: “You take that one, I’ll take this one. On the count of three, we pull him out together.”

Jing Yi stared seriously at Ning Jiang, who was forced into a Y-shape, and pondered for a few seconds. “Isn’t this a bit... indecent?”

Li Mingzhi nodded earnestly. “Saving him is the priority.”

Jing Yi agreed and gestured for Li Mingzhi to let go. “I’ll do it myself; I’m stronger.”

Two people, each holding one leg—what does that look like? A crime scene reenactment?

Li Mingzhi hesitated for two seconds but then stepped aside.

Jing Yi looked down at the scammer lying like a dead dog, sighed, grabbed his ankles, and started dragging him out.

Ning Jiang lay flat on the ground, his chin carving a long furrow in the soil.

“...”

Definitely more like a crime scene now.

Silence stretched on.

Li Mingzhi murmured, “Actually, one person could lift the upper body and the other the lower body.”

Jing Yi suddenly understood. “Right.”

They exchanged a glance, both deeply impressed by the other’s insight.

Ning Jiang completely lost consciousness. Frightened, Li Mingzhi quickly contacted the family doctor and supported Ning Jiang against a pillar.

Every domineering CEO story has an on-call family doctor, just like the steward and assistant—experienced NPCs devoted to the protagonist’s love and career.

The Li family’s doctor was a young man with a doctorate, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. When he received the call, he thought someone in the Li family was ill and rushed over, only to see Ning Jiang fainted at the gate.

“Doctor Yin, Doctor Yin,” Li Mingzhi grabbed his hand, “Please, check on Jiang Jiang. He can’t die.”

Jing Yi nodded in strong agreement.

Nothing else, purely afraid that his earlier kick might lead to a wrongful death lawsuit.

Luckily, Yin Liancheng examined Ning Jiang carefully and quickly concluded, “He’s fine. The head injury isn’t severe, so a concussion is unlikely. If you’re worried, you can take him to the hospital for a thorough checkup.”

Li Mingzhi asked, “Then why did he faint?”

Yin Liancheng put away his stethoscope and said calmly, “Reverse flow of qi and blood, emotional overexertion—it’s probably fainting from anger.”

Fainting from anger???

Jing Yi squinted, suspecting the doctor was bluffing.

[After such a fall, how could it just be fainting from anger? Maybe he smashed some plants and fainted from guilt over the damage?]

Jing Yi glanced at the discreet, exquisite flowers in the flowerbed and thought it wasn’t impossible.

The four Li brothers exchanged speechless looks.

Ning Jiang was obviously fainting because of you.

Sliding, plowing the earth—no one, not even a celestial being, could handle that.

“The head is indeed okay, but the chin injury is quite serious.” Yin Liancheng took out iodine and bandages, his eyes catching the deep furrow in the flowerbed. “Did he use his chin to plow the ground?”

Li Mingzhi and Jing Yi were speechless.

Oh, so that’s how he fainted.

My fault, I should have flipped him over.

With Doctor Yin’s authoritative words, Ning Jiang soon regained consciousness. His first reaction upon opening his eyes was to touch his chin.

Seeing this, Jing Yi sheepishly hid behind someone nearby.

Li Wenzhao calmly watched Jing Yi shrinking behind him, until half his face was hidden, yet still tilted his head to watch the spectacle.

“Jiang Jiang, you’re awake. You’re finally awake!” Li Mingzhi helped the man to his feet, almost crying from fright, “You scared me to death. I thought you’d never wake up again…”

“I’m fine…” Ning Jiang gasped, his voice hoarse, “Just my chin hurts a bit.”

Li Mingzhi tenderly rubbed his chin.

Ning Jiang glanced at the embarrassing scene and shot Jing Yi a venomous look. Jing Yi pursed his lips and shrank his head to the side.

“…”

“Jiang Jiang, I’ve decided—I’ll go with you,” Li Mingzhi said, stroking the wound on Ning Jiang’s chin with concern. “I can’t bear to leave you alone. I’ll take care of you.”

Ning Jiang hesitated, eyes flicking toward the three Li brothers, unsure whether to agree. During his unconsciousness, did something happen? Had the Li family already transferred all of Li Mingzhi’s assets?

“Jiang Jiang?” Li Mingzhi patted his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Ning Jiang lowered his gaze. “Of course it’s good for you to live with me, but I can’t bear to let you exhaust yourself.”

“I’m not tired,” Li Mingzhi said innocently. “I can find a live-in nanny, a nutritionist, and arrange everything with the hospital. You don’t have to worry.”

Li Ting scoffed softly, “Mingzhi, have you forgotten you’re no longer the young master of the Li family? Nanny? Nutritionist? Hospital? What can you really arrange?”

Li Mingzhi was stunned but bit his teeth firmly. “I can still take care of Jiang Jiang!”

At worst, he’d learn to do housework himself, try not to spend money, or maybe find a job outside. He wouldn’t starve.

“Anyway, we don’t need your interference,” Li Mingzhi said. “Jiang Jiang won’t mind. We’ll start a business together and make a comeback!”

Jing Yi peeked out. [This is blind love, but if you just glanced over, you would see how grim Ning Jiang’s expression really is.]

Li Wenzhao turned slightly to look at the person clinging unknowingly to his arm.

The young steward was so engrossed in the drama that he bit his lip tightly, eyelashes trembling, hands gripping the folds of his suit jacket.

Li Wenzhao’s gaze suddenly fixed on Jing Yi’s face.

Has the new young steward always been this handsome?

Jing Yi was focused on gossip and didn’t notice the change in expression beside him. He blinked and resumed his inner analysis:

[Well, considering the scammer runs and hides daily, trembling at the sight of “Uncle Hat,” how could he dare bring Li Mingzhi back to his own lair?]

Li Mingzhi heard Jing Yi’s words but found them ridiculous. He and Ning Jiang met, got to know each other, fell in love, and understood each other deeply. He knew Ning Jiang better than anyone.

Why would Jing Yi slander his beloved like that?

He refused to believe it.

“Jiang Jiang, let’s go—”

He resolved to leave the Li family and looked at his lover beside him, only to be stunned.

Though Ning Jiang hid it quickly, Li Mingzhi caught a fleeting shadow of darkness on his face.

???

How could his Jiang Jiang be like that?

He involuntarily loosened his grip.

The trip to the Li family left Ning Jiang physically and mentally battered, so he couldn’t fully control his expressions, and Li Mingzhi’s careful watch was foiled.

His mind raced to find a way to cover the flaw. After a moment, he chose to faint adorably, collapsing weakly on Li Mingzhi’s shoulder.

Li Mingzhi’s heart ached anew. He pulled out his phone and called the family doctor back.

“Doctor Yin! Didn’t you say he was fine? How did he faint again? Can you even practice medicine? If you can’t cure him, I’ll make sure you all die with him!”

Classic lines, late but heartfelt…

CEO romances are CEO romances—people get dragged into the grave at the slightest provocation. Even the grim reapers don’t dare waste lives so carelessly.

Li Wenzhao narrowed his eyes slightly. “Who do you want to bury with him?”

Li Mingzhi acted dramatically, fearing his eldest brother most. Realizing his slip, he hung his head and whispered, “Doctor Yin, I’m sorry. Please save him.”

Yin Liancheng was exhausted after two rounds of chasing Ning Jiang in half an hour, panting as he crouched to examine him again.

His verdict: still no problem. “His vital signs are normal. How long has he been fainting?”

“Just now,” Li Mingzhi said. “Could his head injury cause it?”

Yin Liancheng frowned. “It shouldn’t…”

[Hahaha, and he’s still pretending? His eyelashes are twitching and he’s gripping Li Mingzhi’s hand tightly. Who faints like this? This scammer’s acting is awful, haha.]

Li Wenzhao tilted his head slightly and subtly rubbed his ear.

The young steward laughed too loudly.

Li Mingzhi quickly looked down at Ning Jiang and saw his eyelashes fluttering nonstop and the strong grip on his wrist.

Is Ning Jiang acting?

Could it be, as Jing Yi said, that he’s faking it to trick him away?

The young master found it hard to believe.

Just then, Ning Jiang’s phone rang. His eyelashes twitched more fiercely as he slowly opened his eyes, weak and confused, looking around. “W-where am I...?”

[Wow, what an actor, haha!]

The three Li brothers ignored his words. Li Mingzhi was too stunned to react, while Jing Yi burst out laughing.

No one paid attention, and Ning Jiang’s act fell flat.

“Zhizhi…”

“Mr. Ning suffered serious injuries, causing multiple fainting spells,” Li Ting suddenly said, breaking his silence. “Doctor Yin, please help take him to the hospital for a full checkup.”

Yin Liancheng was taken aback but obediently said, “Alright, Third Young Master.”

Ning Jiang anxiously said, “Not yet, Zhizhi…”

Before he could finish, Yin Liancheng lifted him single-handedly and started dragging him out.

Ning Jiang: “...”

He felt like a plow that had tilled the entire Li family estate.

Li Mingzhi was dazed, watching Ning Jiang being dragged away. His heart softened, and he followed out the door.

“Mingzhi,” Li Wenzhao said sternly, “Stay home these few days. Don’t go anywhere. Steward Jing…”

He lowered his gaze, meeting the eyes of the young man clinging to his arm.

Jing Yi snapped to attention, awkwardly hiding his fingers behind his back. “Young Master, please order.”

Oh no.

He’d been so focused on the drama he treated the young master like a pillar.

Li Wenzhao said, “You watch him.”

“Huh?”

Jing Yi pointed at himself. “Me?”

Li Wenzhao raised an eyebrow. “Who else?”

“I don’t—” Suddenly, Jing Yi remembered the steward’s monthly salary of eighty thousand yuan. He paused and instantly cooperated. “If not me, then who? Don’t worry, Young Master. I’ll take good care of the young master.”

Li Wenzhao gave a cold “hmph.”

Jing Yi recalled that in the original story, Li Mingzhi often angered his brothers for various reasons. The three brothers couldn’t bear to punish him severely, so they’d just lock him up for a while.

Li Mingzhi was used to confinement and always found ways to escape.

As slippery as an eel, impossible to catch.

Jing Yi clearly held a ticking time bomb.

But a corporate slave has no choice. Jing Yi pinched his nose and took on the foolish Li Mingzhi.

The farce finally ended. The three Li brothers exchanged glances and headed to the study with one goal.

Li Mingzhi was locked in his room. Just after Jing Yi closed the door, two sharply dressed black-suited men approached.

“Steward Jing, we were ordered to watch over the young master.”

Ah.

So it wasn’t just guarding the door.

Jing Yi was stunned but immediately smiled brightly. “Alright, thank you both.”

“You’re welcome.” The two bodyguards stood like fierce guardians on either side of Li Mingzhi’s door.

The hot potato was passed on. Jing Yi was delighted to be free and jingled the keys as he headed downstairs.

At a deserted corner, Jing Yi suddenly remembered something. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he slipped into the shadows.

Almost forgot.

It was time to summon his magnificent secret weapon.

Jing Yi squinted and smiled mischievously, silently calling out, “System, come out.”

…

System?

…

Stuffy?

…

All together?

No response.

Where is my huge, magnificent secret weapon?

A few seconds later, Jing Yi slowly realized he’d been scammed.

Damn, the fool was himself.

How shameless of the black-and-white underworld to deceive a naive university student! Is this a ghostly corruption or a moral decay?

Jing Yi choked for a few seconds, feeling as if the sky was falling.