Chapter 27: Is the Young Lady Really Your Biological Granddaughter?

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

The situation was urgent; the bodyguard didn’t bother to knock and burst straight in, only to hear Lan Weimin leisurely humming "Rakshasa Market," a song by Knife Brother. To be honest, he was singing quite well!

"The old man is pretty trendy," the bodyguard thought to himself.

His good mood interrupted, Lan Weimin was somewhat displeased. He spoke in a deep voice, "What's got you so flustered? Can't you be steady? Even if the sky falls, the tallest will bear it first."

The bodyguard's mouth twitched; he thought to himself that this was worse than the sky collapsing. Everyone in the Lan family knew how much Lan Weimin adored his granddaughter. Now, the family's precious jewel—no, the family’s prized jade cabbage—was about to be rooted out by that pig Qin.

"Master, it's the young lady! Something's happened to her!" the bodyguard hurriedly reported.

Lan Weimin sprang to his feet, his previously amiable features instantly sharpening into murderous resolve.

"What happened to Jin’er?" Lan Weimin looked fierce, as if prepared to wipe out every person who had dared to wrong Lan Jin.

The bodyguard didn’t dare delay and succinctly relayed the story of Lan Jin being carried into the house by Qin Chuan.

"Master, I know you're anxious, but please, don't be. Just give the word and the captain will kick the door down." As he spoke, the bodyguard handed over the walkie-talkie on his waist.

Lan Weimin snatched the walkie-talkie, switched it on, and, under the bodyguard’s astonished, confused, and complicated gaze, ordered, "Ah Wei, listen to me. Have the other bodyguards withdraw from the main hall of the old residence. You stand guard at the door yourself. Make sure no one disturbs Mr. Qin and Jin’er while they’re studying foreign languages."

"What?"

Captain Ah Wei was baffled by the command, wondering if he was hearing things.

"What do you mean, 'what'? Are you hard of hearing?" Lan Weimin snapped.

"Yes, sir!" Ah Wei replied immediately.

Listening to their exchange, the bodyguard looked at Lan Weimin in utter disbelief. "Master, I have a question, but I’m not sure if I should ask."

"Speak!" Lan Weimin, his tone refined once more, responded.

"Is the young lady really your biological granddaughter?"

"Get out!"

And the bodyguard rolled out with remarkable swiftness.

Lan Weimin, meanwhile, was flushed with excitement. He could sense his granddaughter's affection for Qin Chuan. If Qin Chuan liked Lan Jin in return, it would be a double blessing.

His granddaughter would find her ideal husband.
The Lan family would soar to unprecedented heights.
The only dilemma Lan Weimin faced was how to address future generations. He really didn’t dare let Qin Chuan call him ‘grandfather’; after all, reversing the natural order was bound to invite heavenly retribution.

"Ah!" Lan Weimin sighed deeply, his face full of helplessness. "When the time comes, everyone will just address each other as they see fit!"

Meanwhile—

With Lan Jin’s startled cry, Qin Chuan tossed her onto the bed. The mattress was springy, and with Lan Jin landing softly, she bounced four or five times before finally settling.

"Still dare to fight me? Are you really up to it?" Qin Chuan asked with a mischievous smile.

Seeing Qin Chuan’s face, full of ill intent as he drew closer, Lan Jin’s rage dissolved into a trace of panic.

"What… what are you going to do?" Lan Jin blinked her large, watery eyes, looking so pitiful that anyone would feel compelled to comfort her.

Qin Chuan was blunt. "Take off your clothes."

"What?" Lan Jin’s beautiful eyes widened. She didn’t dislike Qin Chuan—in fact, she liked him just a little—but it seemed they were still far from exploring human anatomy together.

Qin Chuan repeated, "I said, take off your clothes. Or shall I help you?"

Seeing Qin Chuan’s serious expression, Lan Jin panicked completely. Was he planning to force himself on her in her own home?

Was there no justice?
Was there no law?

As she pondered how to escape, she slowly undid a button.

"For heaven’s sake, can’t you be quicker? This is for your treatment, and if you keep dawdling, I’ll leave," Qin Chuan urged impatiently.

Huh?

"Treatment?" Lan Jin was bewildered and couldn’t help but check again.

"What else?" Qin Chuan shrugged, then, as if something occurred to him, laughed, "Can’t you keep your mind out of the gutter? Besides, I never force women. Those who come to me willingly could line up around the globe."

Lan Jin curled her toes desperately, wishing she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the mattress.

It was mortifying.

She grabbed a pillow and covered her head.

"All right, all right, hurry up and treat me! Your body odor isn’t severe; three sessions should cure it entirely," Qin Chuan said cheerfully.

Lan Jin’s spirits lifted; embarrassment was forgotten as she readily took off her jacket.

Underneath, she wore a white shapewear top, her impressive figure displayed in full.

"Do I need to take off more?" Lan Jin’s voice was barely audible, her face so red it seemed ready to drip blood.

As a man, Qin Chuan was tempted to nod—after all, there would be even more scenery to behold. But as a doctor, he maintained his professional integrity, waving his weighted hand and saying, "No need. I just need access to the Jiquan acupoint under your arm."

Lan Jin breathed a long sigh of relief and obediently lay on the bed, letting Qin Chuan position her for easier access to the acupuncture points, though she was still terribly shy. In the end, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep to hide her embarrassment.

Qin Chuan’s acupuncture skills were superb. He inserted silver needles into the Ah Shi, Jiquan, Yimen, Quchi, and other points.

Soon, Lan Jin felt a warm current surging within her, growing faster and faster until it was practically racing about.

Next, she grew increasingly hot; sweat soaked through her shapewear. Though her eyes remained tightly shut, she could guess her undergarments were now showing their contours—and Qin Chuan was likely watching…

"Let’s just treat it as a medical benefit. Consider it part of the fee," Lan Jin tried to comfort herself.

But before that thought faded, she suddenly heard Qin Chuan mutter quietly, "My God, the smell is too strong—ugh…"

Lan Jin was instantly furious, nearly sitting up to fight Qin Chuan to the death, but soon she herself caught a whiff of the rank odor.

"Cough, cough… ugh…"

Lan Jin was thoroughly disgusted. She realized she couldn’t entirely blame Qin Chuan for his remarks; the smell was overpowering.

"Don’t move. Hold out until all the sweat is expelled. Otherwise, the treatment will be wasted," Qin Chuan’s voice came, and Lan Jin instantly settled down. To cure her body odor, she would endure not just a moment, but even a whole day—well, an hour, at least.

As time passed, Lan Jin felt stickier and stickier, desperate for a shower; it was simply unbearable!

"How much longer?" Lan Jin couldn’t help but ask.

Qin Chuan quickly withdrew the needles and smiled, "You’re good to go now."

Without another word, Lan Jin rolled off the bed, dashed to the bathroom, stripped off all her clothes, and turned on the hot shower.

"So comfortable!" Lan Jin couldn’t help but moan.

But her movements suddenly froze, as she remembered two crucial things: this was Qin Chuan’s room, and she hadn’t brought a change of clothes.