Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Jiangcheng, 2 a.m.

Jiang Ruoxi was still sitting on the sofa, holding the glass of water that had long since gone cold in both hands, her knuckles white from gripping it so tightly.

She didn't turn on the main lights, leaving only a dim floor lamp in the corner of the living room. The warm light cast her shadow on the wall, making her look particularly thin.

Her phone was on her lap, the screen was black, but she would turn it on every few seconds, it had become an unconscious mechanical action.

Zhou Wantong has already said that he will notify her as soon as there is any news.

More than an hour has passed, and Jiang Ruoxi's phone remains as silent as a brick.

The ghost servant remained seated at the doorway, his posture slender and his breathing steady.

But Jiang Ruoxi noticed that his fingers, which were resting on his knees, were no longer tapping, but instead clenched into two loose fists.

This kind of restraint is more unsettling than anxiety.

Suddenly, the ghost servant's eyes snapped open, and he sprang up from his chair, instantly standing in front of Jiang Ruoxi.

The old servant's eyes gleamed with sharp light as he stared intently at the half-open window on the north side of the living room.

"Who is it? Come out!" His voice was extremely low, like a muffled thunder squeezed from the depths of his throat.

Jiang Ruoxi was startled and was about to ask what had happened when a slender black figure silently landed on the living room floor.

It was a woman dressed in black night clothes, her long hair was blown into disarray by the wind, and a black veil covered most of her face, revealing only a pair of narrow and bright eyes that gleamed with a cold light in the dim light.

She landed very lightly, like a feather carried by the wind, making almost no sound.

Ghost Servant stood like a wall in front of Jiang Ruoxi, a short iron ruler sliding out from his right sleeve—a weapon he rarely used.

His voice was as cold as ice: "State your name. Breaking into my house in the middle of the night, are you looking for death?"

The woman in black neither moved nor spoke.

Aygul's gaze passed over the ghost servant and landed on Jiang Ruoxi.

Then she did something that surprised both Guipu and Jiang Ruoxi.

She took out a jade pendant from her bosom, held it in her palms, raised it in front of her, and slowly showed it to Jiang Ruoxi.

"Are you Jiang Ruoxi? My name is Ayiguli, the adopted daughter of Ye Chen's Uncle Su Youdao. You should have seen this jade pendant before. It's a token that Ye Chen asked me to bring back. He's still alive in Longyin Mountain. He asked me to retrieve that peace jade pendant. I must return before dawn."

Jiang Ruoxi's eyes widened suddenly, and she almost jumped off the sofa. She quickly walked to the side of the ghost servant and carefully examined the jade pendant by the warm light of the floor lamp.

The jade was warm and smooth, and the character "Su" was simple and vigorous. She remembered the pattern on the back very clearly.

That's right, this is the jade pendant of Ye Chen's martial uncle Su Youdao, something Ye Chen carries close to his body.

This thing is more effective than any words.

"Is Ye Chen still alive? How is he? Is he injured? Why can't I get through to his phone?" Jiang Ruoxi asked repeatedly, her voice trembling noticeably, tears welling up in her eyes, but she bit her lip and held them back.

"He's not dead. His right hand is injured, but it's been treated. There's no signal in the mountains, and his phone is out of battery." Aygul put down the jade pendant, still kneeling on one knee, her voice calm and concise.

"I am his uncle's adopted daughter. I grew up in the Western Regions and just reunited with him tonight. We found the clues left by Su Youdao on the Dragon Head Peak of Dragon Hidden Mountain. The rubbing is hidden in a place called 'Dragon Heart', but we need your Peace Jade Pendant to open that place."

Aygul paused slightly, her gaze falling on the red string that protruded slightly from Jiang Ruoxi's collarbone.

A small section of the red string was sticking out; it was the string from which the jade pendant was hung.

Her eyes were clear and honest, without the slightest flicker. "President Jiang, whether you trust me or not, I must take the jade pendant back tonight. Once it's light, the clues to Longyin Mountain may be lost. My adoptive father left a message at Zhenlong Pagoda, saying that some traces only appear when the moonlight shines at night. There are less than two hours until dawn."

Jiang Ruoxi bit her lip and looked down at the red ribbon peeking out from her neckline.

That jade pendant was a token of love given to her by Ye Chen, and she never parted with it.

But now, a woman she'd never met before broke into her house late at night, telling her that Ye Chen was still alive and needed the jade pendant, and that her only proof was Ye Chen's jade tablet.

Jiang Ruoxi hesitated for only a few seconds.

Then she did something that even the ghost servants were slightly moved: she took off the jade pendant around her neck and put it into Ayiguli's palm.

The jade pendant still carried the warmth of her body, feeling smooth to the touch, and gleamed with a faint, soft light in the dim light.

"Tell him that I don't care about ancient tombs or rubbings, I just want him back before dawn, not a single hair missing. Otherwise, I'll deduct three years' salary from his salary and never cook braised pork ribs for him again."

Aygul held the still-warm jade pendant and looked up at Jiang Ruoxi with a deep gaze.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the young woman in light gray pajamas, her eyes red-rimmed but trying to appear calm.

She suddenly understood why Ye Chen was working so hard in this city.

"I will tell him, and I assure you, I will bring him back alive."

After speaking, she stood up, nodded slightly to the ghost servant, and then turned and walked towards the north window.

With a leap, he disappeared into the night like a black night bird, leaving only the night wind blowing in through the window, causing the floor lamp to sway slightly.

The ghost servant put away the iron ruler and walked to Jiang Ruoxi's side.

He didn't know what to say.

This young CEO Jiang, who is ruthless and decisive in the business world and never suffers a loss, personally handed over the token of love given by his fiancé to a woman who claimed to be Su Youdao's adopted daughter.

Either she truly believed that woman, or she believed Ye Chen.

"Uncle Gui, I know what you want to say." Jiang Ruoxi sat back down on the sofa, clasped her hands together on her knees, and her voice had returned to its usual calm.

Jiang Ruoxi continued to voice the Ghost Servant's concerns: "If she were a fake, that jade pendant wouldn't be in Ye Chen's hands. Ye Chen's jade pendant is a matter of life and death; if the pendant is lost, the person dies. The fact that she could take out the jade pendant shows that Ye Chen trusts her."

The ghost servant sat back down in the chair by the door, closed his eyes to rest, and only hummed in response.

"And she said that some traces of Longyin Mountain only appear when the moonlight shines at night. If this is true, then when the sun comes out tomorrow, I may never see a complete Ye Chen again." Jiang Ruoxi said in a low voice and closed her eyes.

Her hand instinctively reached for her collar again, but found nothing.

The place was empty, and without that jade pendant that was always close to her body, it felt like a part of her body was missing.

The wind on Dragon Hidden Mountain must be very strong.

She could only wait, wait for a woman dressed in black to bring a living Ye Chen back from the mountain.