Chapter 4
Toward the end, Wen Qiao felt like biting her tongue. What rubbish was she spouting?
Fu Nanli nodded. “En, I have an impression of the accident. I think you were the one who pulled me out.”
Wen Qiao’s eyes trembled. He… he remembered?
Was she going to get a slap in the face?
The door was suddenly pushed open and Wen Qiao felt that her heart, which was already thrown on a great roller coaster today, felt like it was going to come to an abrupt stop.
“Can the family member please come out for a while?”
Wen Qiao immediately fled the room.
Outside, the surgeon said with a grim countenance, “The patient has been confirmed with dissociative amnesia. This means that his memories toward interpersonal relationships are blurry, but his memories regarding things that have happened as well as his retained knowledge is excellent.”
Wen Qiao started to sort out the doctor’s words.
“This means that he has forgotten the people he knows, but he still remembers how to fly a plane. That’s generally how it is.”
Wen Qiao instinctively clapped. He should have said this earlier. For a moment, it caused her to be so scared that her heart almost stopped!
Uncle Li and the doctor were perplexed as they stared at her. Wen Qiao supported herself against the wall and wore an aggrieved expression. “Isn’t it a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune that he still recalls the events that had happened as well as his knowledge? Isn’t it something that is worth being happy about?”
Uncle Li nodded. “That’s true. But, young lady, who are you?”
Wen Qiao smiled. “I’m Fu Nanli’s girlfriend.”
Uncle Li bent backward slightly, having a hint of confusion in his gaze. “Why was I not aware that our young master had gotten a girlfriend?”
In response, Wen Qiao smiled calmly. “Your young master did not tell you about every single thing. I’m sorry, I have to make a call first.”
After saying that, she took her phone and quickly ran over to the emergency stairway, giving her friend, Lu Youyou, a call. “I won’t be going home tonight. I told my mom that I’m at yours. If my mom calls you, help cover me?”
On the other end of the line, Lu Youyou’s voice almost pierced her eardrums. “Wen Qiao, what are you going to do? You’ve only just graduated from high school and you… you’re going to do bad things? Daddy doesn’t allow that! You’re still young! Go home!”
“I’m not doing bad things. I don’t have time to explain. I have to hang up and call my mom. Thanks, Youyou, we’ll talk more later!”
Wen Qiao then called her mom. After Su Yun heard that she was with Lu Youyou, she didn’t say much.
Once she had finished with the calls, she was about to go out when she heard someone talking on the other side of the safety exit.
“I heard that Fu Nanli has gotten amnesia.” It was the voice of a middle-aged man.
“Is it confirmed?” A young female voice rang out.
“En, I’m certain. When we enter the ward later, you can just say that you’re his girlfriend. He doesn’t remember anyway.”
Wen Qiao was speechless.
“Dad, can that really work? What if he were to discover the truth? Won’t our family be in trouble?”
“We can only take the risk. If our company doesn’t get some more investment, I don’t know how much longer we can hang on. Only an empty shell is left. Mingshu, you like Fu Nanli anyway. Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?”
“Mm… That’s enough. Let’s see how the situation is after we go to the ward.”
The sound of the footsteps got increasingly further away and Wen Qiao wiped her sweat. Thankfully she had confirmed things with Fu Nanli one step earlier. Otherwise, someone else with ulterior motives would have made the first move.
When she returned to the ward, the atmosphere inside was a little strange. Fu Nanli leaned against the headboard, wearing a nonchalant expression. He wore a smile as if he was concealing an important secret as he looked at the father and daughter next to him.
Only then did Wen Qiao see this father and daughter pair, who had been plotting to get their hands on the Fu family’s assets. They wore bright clothes and looked like they were from the upper society. The girl named Mingshu wore a branded suit, held a limited-edition handbag, and had exquisite makeup. She stared at the man on the bed, feeling unsettled.
“Oh? You say that you’re my girlfriend, but I already have a girlfriend.”
Although Fu Nanli’s voice was somewhat sluggish, he looked coldly at Lin Mingshu, as if appraising her.