Along with the police car arrived the luxury sedan driven by Xiaoxian’s personal chauffeur.
She’d reminded Xiyan several times to get her driver’s license—travel would’ve been so much more convenient.
But that Xiyan of hers cared only for her beloved sword, utterly ignoring her mistress’s words. Right now, she sat quietly in the backseat, cradling her cherished blade.
Still, ever since Xiyan joined them, they rarely needed bodyguards anymore.
Though this girl was far from competent as a maid, the Ye Clan already had plenty of capable ones.
So Xiaoxian didn’t really mind.
Ye Xiaoxian gazed calmly out the window as the police car sped past, siren wailing.
“Judging by the direction… seems headed toward Chang’an Middle School. Something happen?” she murmured, frowning.
Xiyan offered a calm guess: “Could it involve Young Master Ye Chang’an?”
“Silence!” Xiaoxian snapped sharply.
Naturally, she hoped no misfortune would befall her elder brother.
Soon, their sedan pulled up at the school gate—the police car had already rushed inside. An ambulance followed close behind. All these odd signs stirred anxiety in Ye Xiaoxian.
Especially since her brother, who was supposed to wait right here to go out for a big meal with her, was nowhere in sight.
The gatekeeper bowed respectfully to Chairperson Ye Xiaoxian.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I-I don’t know, ma’am… but it’s near the administration building. The principal and vice principal have already rushed over.”
Ye Xiaoxian immediately had someone call the principal.
She soon learned most of the situation: according to the principal, a boy and a girl had somehow broken into a teacher’s office, assaulted a female teacher until she was unconscious and bleeding heavily. Another girl on scene was also inexplicably unconscious. Security had handcuffed both students, preparing to hand them to police.
Xiaoxian suddenly clenched her small fists. “Release that boy at once! Who gave you permission to cuff him!”
Boys weren’t allowed on campus—the Ye Clan’s protections were thorough. But someone like Kong Qinlan, a deeply hidden deviant, was beyond her reach.
That boy could only be one person: her brother, Ye Chang’an.
How could she let him suffer even a hint of injustice? Call it favoritism—she’d favor him anyway!
Knowing her brother, he always acted with just cause. The fault had to lie with that teacher.
The principal trembled and hastily ordered guards to remove Ye Chang’an’s cuffs—Jiang Jixue remained restrained.
He realized this boy must share a special bond with the chairperson… and honestly, a boy on campus at all was already suspicious.
Only the chairperson could authorize that.
One detail stood out: the bald vice principal had accompanied the principal.
He’d clearly seen Ye Chang’an and Ye Xiaoxian together before—he knew their closeness.
Yet he stayed silent, letting the principal report everything and incur the chairperson’s wrath…
What a shrewd man—flattering, scheming. He’d likely been eyeing the principal’s seat for years.
Ye Xiaoxian soon reached the incident office.
Though dismissal time had passed, curious girls crowded the administration building.
But the moment Ye Xiaoxian and Xiyan arrived, students recognizing the chairperson instinctively parted ways—like a zipper unzipping, or water cleaved by a blade—closing smoothly behind her.
This glimpse revealed Ye Xiaoxian’s image in their eyes: adorable yet authoritative, soft yet deeply admired.
Kong Qinlan had been taken to the hospital. Police were still gathering details—she wouldn’t escape due punishment.
Naturally, Jiang Jixue would face minor consequences for her impulsiveness, perhaps a few days’ detention. She had no regrets.
As a bystander, Ye Chang’an should’ve gone to the station too—but Xiaoxian’s arrival changed everything.
Gu Qianqian had woken. She should’ve gone for a check-up, yet refused to leave Ye Chang’an’s arms.
Stubbornly wide-eyed, she stared at him until he grew slightly flushed.
She feared that if she blinked, her brother might vanish again—just like before, five long years slipping away in an instant.
Ye Chang’an felt a tender ache and shyness, yet gently patted her head. “Be good… No need to fear anymore. I’m back.”
Ye Xiaoxian, having just reached the doorway, witnessed it all. She gritted her teeth. After a long pause, she sighed.
If more people learned her brother had returned… it would feel like the brother who once belonged solely to her was being shared again.
The Ye Clan’s young mistress suddenly felt an unprecedented wave of irritation.
