bullyxtreme Chapter 411 seems somewhat ambiguous.
Chapter 411 seems somewhat ambiguous.
"How is Fu Qianchuan? Can I go see him today?"
Everyone stared in disbelief.
what?
Didn't Yao Mei just meet Uncle Fu yesterday?
And yesterday's attitude towards Uncle Fu was just normal, so why did his tone suddenly become so... gentle today?
"Uncle Fu has been moved to a regular ward today, so you can visit him anytime."
After answering Wen Yao's question, Director Cui continued,
"Don't worry about Lin Xiaodai. I've already taken care of the public opinion situation for you. She has deleted all the Weibo posts related to you."
Wen Yao asked blankly, "Who is Lin Xiaodai?"
Director Cui was dumbfounded: "My God, Yao, did playing a murder mystery game completely damage your brain?"
Wen Yao:...?
What is a murder mystery game?
Director Cui knelt down before her with a thud, shouting, "Doctor! Quickly come and treat Yao-mei's brain!!"
[What's going on? ? ]
[Oh no, is our little sister going to have completely lost her memory?]
[Wait, why do I feel like Mei Bao has regained her memories?]
...
After a thorough diagnosis, the doctor came to a conclusion.
Good news: Wen Yao has regained her memory!
Bad news: I've forgotten everything from the past two days.
"...The human brain is amazing. This case of memory regression and forgetting is very special. It's the first time I've encountered it."
Wen Yao seemed to be deep in thought.
It turned out to be her.
Lin Xiaodai's real name is Lin Lanxi, so Wen Yao didn't recognize her online name at first.
For 18-year-old Wen Yao, Lin Lanxi was a significant figure in her life.
For 19-year-old Wen Yao, Lin Lanxi had long since become a passerby in her life.
Time is truly the most wondrous thing in the world. Back then, when Lin Lanxi was betrayed by her idiot husband, Wen Yao felt like the sky had fallen.
Now, the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains.
The little girl who used to drown her sorrows in alcohol alone now has a group of friends she can toast with...
Wen Yao suddenly felt that memory regression might not be such a bad thing after all.
Jiang Jinghuai was the most unwilling to accept it.
He blocked Wen Yao's path: "Sister, why do you keep falling in love with the same person even though you've lost your memory?"
What's so good about Fu Qianchuan?
Why is it so attractive to Wen Yao?
"What does this have to do with Fu Qianchuan?" Wen Yao asked, puzzled. "From childhood to adulthood, I've only ever treated you like a younger brother."
"Even if Fu Qianchuan didn't exist in this world, I would never have feelings for you that go beyond those of a younger brother."
The sweetest voice uttered the cruelest words in the world.
Jiang Jinghuai's lips moved:
"Sister, can't you really give me another chance?"
“I wouldn’t have before, I wouldn’t now, and I won’t in the future.” Wen Yao’s attitude was firm. “Xiao Huai, you are my younger brother.”
Jiang Jinghuai's eyes instantly reddened.
He wished he had no relationship with Wen Yao at all.
This blood relationship, so weak that even the law doesn't restrict it, became a shackle that bound him from all possibilities.
...
Ward.
When Wen Yao came in, she saw Fu Qianchuan wiping the photo frame.
Hearing footsteps, the man looked up sharply, his usually calm and cold eyes gradually softening into gentle smiles.
"Yao Yao."
"How are you feeling today?" Wen Yao's gaze fell on the family photo tucked in the frame, somewhat bewildered. "When was this photo taken?"
Fu Qianchuan was an extremely intelligent man, and in the blink of an eye, he deduced the whole story.
"This is your compensation." Fu Qianchuan smiled. "You still owe me three gifts."
Upon learning that she was actually getting back the gift she had given to Fu Qianchuan, Wen Yao was so angry she could practically dig her toes out of a three-bedroom apartment!
There's no reason to take back a gift that's already been given!
"I'll go back and look for it, then I'll return it to you." Wen Yao thought for a moment, "But forget about that photo..."
Fu Qianchuan: "Why?"
That Polaroid photo of me making a heart shape with my hands is just too embarrassing.
There's always a hint of her trying too hard to be cute.
This was too difficult to say, so Wen Yao changed the subject:
"Didn't I already replace the photos with new ones?"
“But Yao Yao in every photo is unique in the world.” Fu Qianchuan stared intently at Wen Yao. “Each one is adorably different.”
Wen Yao: "..."
Suddenly, she realized that Fu Qianchuan was much more humane than her brother.
At least when it comes to praising someone, he has a whole repertoire of skills.
Little did people know that even the most reserved and introverted man can spontaneously acquire the skill of sweet talk in front of the woman he truly loves.
Wen Yao's ears burned, but she pretended not to hear anything.
But when people are nervous, they always pretend to be very busy.
Wen Yao adjusted the flowers on the bedside table and then covered Fu Qianchuan with a blanket.
"Um...you get some rest, I...I'll come see you again tomorrow."
Fu Qianchuan, who was completely covered up, said helplessly:
"Yaoyao, it's only six o'clock now."
Although he has a habit of going to bed early and waking up early, going to bed at six o'clock is really too early...
Wen Yao felt a little embarrassed and scratched her eyebrow with her fingertip: "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you. I remember you like spicy food. By the way, can you drink iced milk tea?"
Fu Qianchuan's gaze was gentle and indulgent: "Anything is fine."
Wen Yao realized what was happening herself and slapped her forehead:
"Oh no... I should eat according to the doctor's orders. You're fine, but what if you eat the junk food I bought and end up in the ICU?"
"It's alright. Practice makes perfect. The fortune teller said I have a lucky life."
"Pah, pah, pah! Don't talk nonsense! We must avoid prophecy!" Wen Yao hurriedly covered his mouth with her hand, and tapped the bedside table with her other hand according to Yuncheng custom. "Gods above! Children say the darndest things! Please don't take it seriously!"
Fu Qianchuan didn't speak, but his Adam's apple bobbed.
Wen Yao belatedly realized that she had covered Fu Qianchuan's mouth with her hand...
It seems a bit ambiguous.
She tried to pull her hand back, but Fu Qianchuan's well-defined knuckles suddenly gripped her wrist.
"Yaoyao—" his voice was low and hoarse, "Can we... start over?"