Brother Lin Xuan

The man was a staff member at a restaurant and also an obsessive admirer of Jiang Yutong.

He used to come from a decent family.

But after his family’s company went bankrupt, his mentality gradually became twisted. He had always believed that Jiang Yutong’s repeated rejections were because he no longer had money—that she refused to endure hardship with him.

He began to wonder: if Jiang Yutong were disfigured, would she finally be with him?

And so, he orchestrated a scheme to ruin her face.

Though Jiang Yutong was the second granddaughter of the Jiang Family’s patriarch, a woman of high status, she disliked bringing bodyguards when she went out—giving the man an opportunity.

Lin Xuan stroked his chin, deep in thought.

Perhaps he could save Jiang Yutong and become her savior.

With that life-saving favor, collaborating with her would be much easier.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan got into his car and drove toward the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant, Wang Fu stared fixedly at Jiang Yutong’s figure, his eyes filled with distortion and madness.

Even if she refused him, he would have her—no matter what.

"Wang Fu," the restaurant owner frowned. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you just standing there? Get back to work!"

Wang Fu clutched his stomach, feigning extreme discomfort. "Boss, I think I have diarrhea. I need to use the restroom."

To sell the act, he even let out a well-timed fart.

A foul stench filled the air.

The owner covered his nose in disgust. "Hurry up. If it’s really diarrhea, take some medicine. Come back as soon as you feel better—we’re swamped here."

"Yes, boss."

Wang Fu rushed to the restroom.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Yutong headed to the ladies' room. At that moment, aside from her, only one other stall was occupied.

Once she finished, she walked to the sink to wash her hands.

The closed stall door swung open, and a man stepped out.

Jiang Yutong pulled out a tissue, wiped her mouth and hands, and tossed it into the trash.

When she glanced at the mirror, she saw the man’s reflection.

"Wang Fu?"

She frowned and turned around. "What are you doing here? This is the women’s restroom—get out!"

This Wang Fu had been haunting her like a ghost.

No matter how many times she rejected him, he kept trying to get close. She couldn’t stand the sight of him.

Wang Fu advanced step by step toward her.

"Yutong, I love you. Be with me, okay?" He grabbed her arms. "If you marry me, I’ll cherish and adore you forever."

"Let go of me!"

Jiang Yutong’s frown deepened. "If you don’t stop, I’ll scream."

"Yutong, I’ve poured my heart out for you, yet you still refuse me. Tell me—is it because you look down on me? Think I’m too poor? Or is there another man you like?"

Seeing the twisted expression on Wang Fu’s face, Jiang Yutong sensed danger.

"Hel—"

Before she could finish, Wang Fu pressed a cloth over her mouth.

It was laced with a drug that induced unconsciousness.

As she inhaled the powder, her body quickly went limp, collapsing into Wang Fu’s arms.

He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, his face contorting with obsession.

"Yutong, you smell so good."

"Don’t worry. Once you’re mine, I’ll treat you well."

Wang Fu had changed into a suit and sunglasses, giving off an elite vibe.

He had only worked at the restaurant for four days, so his colleagues barely knew him. Combined with his new disguise, none of the staff recognized him as their coworker when he carried Jiang Yutong out.

He took her straight to a nearby hotel.

The front desk clerk handed him a key, shaking her head in disdain.

"Another gold-digging woman," she muttered, mistaking Wang Fu for a wealthy man and Jiang Yutong for a materialistic girl.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan tracked Jiang Yutong’s location and arrived at the hotel.

A hotel?

Wang Fu’s obsession with Jiang Yutong bordered on madness. If he took her there, he wouldn’t hesitate to violate her.

The Jiang Family, concerned about her reputation, had only mentioned the restaurant attack—omitting the hotel and the assault entirely.

He had to act fast.

The moment he entered, Lin Xuan marched to the front desk.

"Five minutes ago, did a man carrying an unconscious woman check in here?"

"There was one," the clerk nodded. "May I ask who you—"

"That girl is my relative’s daughter. The man is her stalker, and he means to harm her. Please give me the room key—before it’s too late."

"Sorry, sir, I can't do that. I can't casually disclose customer privacy," the front desk staff member firmly refused.

Another staff member with a baby face had been staring at Lin Xuan the whole time, her eyes filled with disbelief. Had she really just met him in person?

"Lin Xuan, you're Lin Xuan, right?" the baby-faced front desk worker asked excitedly.

"I am," Lin Xuan nodded.

"Ahhhh!" she squealed. "Lin Xuan, I'm your fan! I've liked you for so long—do you know how amazing you are?"

Lin Xuan asked, "Was the man who checked in named Wang Fu?"

"Yes, that's the name!" the baby-faced staff member nodded eagerly.

"Then, could you give me that man's room key?" Lin Xuan pressed.

"Sir, this really isn't—"

The original staff member was about to refuse again when the baby-faced worker covered her mouth.

"No problem, Lin Xuan! I'll get it for you right away. I trust you won’t use it for anything bad," the baby-faced staff member said.

Lin Xuan: "???"

Lin Xuan…?

So she was a fangirl who saw him as a younger brother.

The baby-faced worker quickly retrieved Wang Fu’s room key.

"Here you go," she said, handing it to Lin Xuan.

"Thank you."

With the key in hand, Lin Xuan didn’t hesitate—he immediately headed for Wang Fu and Jiang Yutong’s room.

"Xiao Li, what are you doing?" the original staff member, Sister Wang, scolded disapprovingly. "How could you just hand a guest’s room key to someone else? What if something happens?"

"Sister Wang, don’t worry," Xiao Li assured her. "Nothing will go wrong."

Sister Wang still wasn’t convinced.

Xiao Li pulled out her phone, searched for Lin Xuan, and showed Sister Wang his Baidu Baike (Baidu profile).