Dijing Manor

When Feng Tanjiu entered the ward, he saw that Lu Mingxiu had removed the bandages from his forehead. Huo Jingyang could not stop him at all.

Huo Jingyang looked at Feng Tanjiu in relief.

"Tanjiu, help me talk to Mingxiu, quick. He just had surgery yesterday and he's going to be discharged today. He's insane!"

Feng Tanjiu raised his eyebrows, "It's good for him to go back. At least we won't be bothered by random people."

Huo Jingyang was speechless.

He was the only normal person in the group of suicidal weirdos, and he suddenly felt that he was in danger.

In the end, he resigned himself to his fate and personally sent Mingxiu back.

The leather cushion seat did not shake at all as Huo Jingyang was driving so slowly that even the bicycle beside him could compete with him.

Lu Mingxiu leaned back in his seat, his fingers rubbing against each other. His eyelids were relaxed and slightly drooped.

After a while, Lu Mingxiu suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Huo Jingyang. His entire being was filled with darkness, "Are you competing with a snail?"

Huo Jingyang was speechless.

Ever since Mingxiu had woken up, he'd felt that Mingxiu had become a little strange.

Even if he didn't remember Su Qian, he didn't have to be so cold to everyone around him.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Mingxiu's appearance when he was first brought back to the Lu family. Mingxiu looked a little like that past version of himself now.

However, it was said that Ming was hypnotized to forget this a long time ago, and there was no way he would remember it.

He asked with a complicated expression, "Where are you going, Mingxiu?"

"Dijing Manor."

***

In Dijing Manor, there was the sound of flowing water. Under the silent night, it was very relaxing.

Huo Jingyang shrank into himself. If only Lu Zhengqing weren't here.

Lu Zhengqing was the CEO of Huanyu Group and also Lu Mingxiu's older brother. He was a man with many tricks up his sleeves, and every time he saw Lu Zhengqing, he would feel a shiver down his spine.

Lu Mingxiu got out of the car and walked towards Lu Zhengqing. His voice was cold as if he was born with it, "Brother."

Lu Zhengqing narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Mingxiu up and down, "I heard you got into a car accident?"

"Yea," Lu Mingxiu replied.

"I've called Xuanmo over. I'll get him to check on you later," Lu Zhengqing said.

Lu Mingxiu did not refuse.

After Lu Mingxiu entered the house, Huo Jingyang wisely chose not to enter the house with him.

He smiled and said to Lu Zhengqing, "Brother Lu, we've sent Mingxiu back. We'll go back first."

Lu Zhengqing scanned them and nodded, "Thanks."

After he finished speaking, he entered the house.

Feng Tanjiu was speechless when she saw Huo Jingyang's eager expression."

"What are you worried about? With Feng Xuanmo here, as long as you're still breathing, we'll be able to save you. "

Huo Jingyang looked at Feng Tanjiu disdainfully, "What's there for me to worry about? It's you who's getting worse and worse at blocking the news. It's only been a day, and the Lu family already knows about it."

Feng Tanjiu snorted. No matter how capable he was, he could not have hidden from the Lu family's information network so easily.

"Alright, let's go back."

Feng Xuanmo examined Lu Mingxiu's body and came to the same conclusion as the doctor in charge of Xiangbei Hospital.

His body was fine after the surgery, but there was a blood clot in his brain, which might cause him to lose a part of his memory.

Similarly, if this part of the blood clot disappeared, it would also remind him of some things.

When he heard that Lu Mingxiu would regain his memory, Lu Zhengqing's expression changed immediately. Even under the soft light, he looked extremely gloomy.

"You're saying that if this blood clot disappears, the memory of our hypnosis will come back to him?"

Feng Xuanmo was silent for a moment, but he still told the truth, "Yes."

"I will not allow him to remember those awful things."

Feng Xuanmo hesitated, "But if this blood clot continues to exist, it is likely to threaten his life."

If he were to recover his memory, he would most likely collapse completely. However, if he continued to retain this blood clot, he would most likely die...

It was the first time Lu Zhengqing was in such a difficult position.

"Stay in Dijing Manor and take care of him. Let me know immediately if there's any movement."

"Yes," Feng Xuanmo replied.

The room was silent.

Lu Mingxiu leaned back on the sofa, his right hand casually resting on the armrest, allowing the warm light to draw on his face.

He was stunning and charming.

He opened his eyes and saw a locked box on a cabinet not far away.

After some time, he still got up and opened the box.

There were two marriage certificates in the box.

He opened it and took a look. He could confirm one thing. The woman who came to the hospital to look for him today was really his wife.

Although he didn't remember why they got married, it wasn't so easy to let her off the hook.

After reading it, he put it back.

At this moment, he received a message on his phone. It was a message from Qin Yunshuang.

[Mingxiu, I'm flying tomorrow. Can you come and pick me up?]

He glanced at it indifferently and ignored it. He threw the phone aside.

Qin Yunshuang, who was overseas, waited for a long time, but Lu Mingxiu did not reply her. She could not help but feel uneasy.

In the past, she was certain that no matter how long she left, Lu Mingxiu would always be there waiting for her. But now, she was not so sure.

She couldn't wait to go back and see him.

***

Meanwhile, when Su Qian arrived at Song Baoyi's house, Song Baoyi was playing games with Song Yixiu.

She was very surprised to see Su Qian outside.

"Qian Qian, why are you here?"

"I'm homeless. Can you take me in?" Su Qian shrugged.

Song Baoyi pulled Su Qian into the house and said, "Of course, say no more."

After entering the house, she kicked Song Yixiu, who was playing games on the sofa, to the ground, "Don't get in the way. Leave the seat for Qian Qian."

Song Yixiu groaned and got up from the ground with a sad face.

"Baoyi, people who don't know better might think that Su Qian is your biological sister."

As Song Baoyi's brother, Song Yixiu felt that he was not that important to Baoyi.

Song Baoyi snorted and said, "You should thank Qian Qian for having the status you have today. If Qian Qian had not written so many songs for you, would you have become the idol of the new generation?"

"Fine, fine. As long as you don't kick my face," Song Yixiu replied.

There was a mole at the corner of his eye. Other men would look more feminine with such a mole on their face, but on his face, it made him look even more charming.

He knew very well that without his face, no matter how good he was at singing, he would not have his current status.

Su Qian walked to the balcony and stroked the pure white dog, without a single strand of stray fur in sight.