Su Ding suddenly pushed him away, "Go to bed early. You must be very tired from coming back."
Jin Ye's movement froze mid-air. His expression was unclear in the darkness, but she could sense his emotions shifting from excitement to calmness.
She understood this was Su Ding's refusal.
Looking at the cool profile of the woman on the bed, Jin Ye's heart surged with desire. "I'm not tired."
As he spoke, he moved to press down on Su Ding.
The moment their bodies touched, Su Ding felt as if she were being embraced by a stranger. Her body instinctively resisted, pushing the man away.
"No."
Su Ding's expression was also somewhat flustered.
Even though she knew such an action might hurt Jin Ye, and perhaps he had just lost his memory, causing him to be slightly different from his past self, she still couldn't bring herself to be intimate with him in this state.
Jin Ye's expression turned completely somber, his breathing uneven.
He wanted to forcefully press down, but at the same time as his impulse, a voice told him to stop.
Finally, he exhaled irritably. "Fine."
After speaking, he didn't say anything else to Su Ding, nor did he even look at her. He pushed the door open in the dark and left the room.
Su Ding looked at the dark room, feeling a sense of emptiness.
She couldn't quite describe her feelings, only a sense of unease. Was Jin Ye alright?
But she didn't choose to follow.
Because following meant agreeing, and she truly couldn't accept it right now.
Why? She didn't know.
Jin Ye left the room and stood in the corridor outside, looking down at the dimly lit living room, his eyes deep, his fists clenched tightly.
After watching for an unknown amount of time, Jin Ye suddenly went downstairs, put on his jacket, grabbed his car keys, and left.
Su Ding tossed and turned in the room.
When she left the room again to look for Jin Ye, he was already gone. When she called, he didn't answer, making her even more agitated.
Why, despite Jin Ye's early return this time, did she feel no joy?
Had he lost his memory?
Why did he seem like another person?
Late at night, a car sped down the road until it pulled into a hotel in the suburbs.
Jin Ye, wearing a trench coat, quickly entered a suite.
"Boss, why are you here?"
Zhao Ming, who had been dozing on the sofa, sat up upon hearing the movement.
He looked at Jin Ye with a confused expression when he entered. Shouldn't the boss be at the Jin residence right now?
Jin Ye's expression was very cold as he walked further into the room, his leather shoes clicking.
"How is he?"
At this moment, Jin Ye's voice became more hoarse, with a sinister sharpness, a clear difference from Jin Ye's usual deep tone. It sounded more like another person.
Zhao Ming replied truthfully, "He's in a stable condition. He's been trying to get information from us, but we haven't told him anything."
"Very good."
As he spoke, Jin Ye pushed open the door to the inner room.
Inside, a dim light was on. A black-haired man in a shirt sat on the bed, his back to the door, with a noble posture, though his hair was a bit disheveled.
If one were to look closely, they would notice that this man's build was very similar to Jin Ye's.
Hearing the door open, the man slowly turned his face.
It was the same face as the Jin Ye at the door. The two men were almost identical, carved from the same mold, and even their demeanor was incredibly similar.
"Who exactly are you?"
The man stood up, his hawk-like dark eyes fixed on the 'Jin Ye' at the door.
He was Jin Ye, the helmsman of the Huang Qi Group. He couldn't understand why he was kidnapped on his way back to the country, and why the kidnapper looked exactly like him, even taking all his identity information and clothes.
Who was this person? What were his intentions?
Jin Ye had been deliberately taken away at the airport. When he woke up from his coma, he saw this man, but the man hadn't said anything to him.
He didn't know how long he had been here. He could only wait, and finally, the man came again.
"I am Jin Ye, can't you tell?"
The 'Jin Ye' wore a sinister smile, staring chillingly at Jin Ye's face. "From now on, I am Jin Ye. Look at me, do I resemble him?"
Jin Ye looked at the man before him, who was clearly in a state of madness. His eyes were cold, but his voice remained steady. He said indifferently, "You want to impersonate my identity?"
"Impersonate? Heh heh heh, I wouldn't stoop to impersonation!"
The 'Jin Ye' sneered, his expression becoming more distorted and ferocious. He walked step by step into the room, sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and assumed an air of deliberate arrogance.
Jin Ye was not intimidated by his aura. Instead, he became even more curious about this person's origins.
"You say you wouldn't stoop to impersonation, but you're wearing my clothes and mimicking my appearance. What are you doing?"
"I am taking back what belongs to me!"
The 'Jin Ye' exclaimed angrily, his eyes glaring at Jin Ye with bloodshot redness, looking extremely furious.
Even though he looked exactly like Jin Ye, their postures and temperaments were vastly different now. His disguise completely fell away in front of the real person.
He breathed heavily, his fists clenching repeatedly.
Looking at the man's state, Jin Ye's confusion deepened.
If it were for money, impersonating another person was too risky and could easily lead to discovery and a net loss. But if it wasn't for money, what was this person doing?
And what about his emotions towards him? Why such anger?
Beyond anger, there was also much sadness?
For some reason, Jin Ye felt no inherent caution towards the furious man before him, only confusion.
If he didn't know that his mother had only given birth to him, he would have suspected he had a twin brother.
"What do you mean? Why do you want to take my identity?" Jin Ye asked calmly.
"...Because..."
The 'Jin Ye' uttered these two words hoarsely and then fell silent.
His expression was one of pain, but the words got stuck in his throat. No one could understand his obsession over the years. This was just his plan; why would he reveal it to gain sympathy? Did he need compensation? No, he didn't!
He wanted to see Jin Ye fear. He wanted Jin Ye to feel the darkness and the endlessness.
Fate was unfair; why was Jin Ye the favored one?
Even after he painstakingly disguised himself as Jin Ye, he was still recognized by that woman at a glance. Why?
The 'Jin Ye' felt a surge of emotions. Perhaps it was the accumulated pain of years of suppression that caused all his dissatisfaction to pour out. He was momentarily speechless.
Jin Ye watched his silence and said nothing.
Time slowly passed in silence. Only the heavy breathing of the 'Jin Ye' could be heard...
After an unknown period, Jin Ye suddenly asked, "Can you tell me your name?"
His intuition told him the man before him was not simple.
The 'Jin Ye' had clearly regained his composure. He sneered and glanced at Jin Ye, "My name is Jin Ye."
Jin Ye was momentarily speechless.
He exhaled, nodded, "Okay, then who am I?"
"You..."
The 'Jin Ye' stroked his chin, thought for a moment, "Jin Ling. Your name is Jin Ling. Remember that."
Upon hearing this name, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Jin Ye's heart...
This man's surname was Jin.
So his name was Jin Ling. He shared the Jin surname. Who was he?
Jin Ye couldn't recall knowing anyone named Jin Ling from his memories, yet the moment he heard it, he felt as if he had heard the name before.
Could there be a connection between them?
Jin Ye looked up again, facing Jin Ling, "Who exactly are you? You are from the Jin family, aren't you?"