The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Black Eucalyptus

After sending that email, she saw that there was a keyword trending on Weibo—#SY claims International Cyberspace Competition championship once again#. Wen Qiao clicked on that video of the cyberspace competition and saw that SY’s profile picture was that of a black eucalyptus.

Eucalyptus symbolized ‘a gift’. This SY seemed to be very low-key. Even after winning the champion title, he didn’t reveal his real identity or open a Weibo account.

Wen Qiao raised a brow, dismissing it from her mind as it was none of her business.

She then checked her email and found that she had received a ridiculous email fully written in English. It claimed to come from the world-class pianist Mr. Vincent, and it was written that he was on a world tour and would be holding a concert in Ocean City on the 9th of July and was sincerely extending an invitation to her to perform onstage with him.

Wen Qiao let out a soft tsk and thought to herself that frauds sure have many innovative ideas to con people these days. She directly closed the email and ignored it.

Outside the window, the rain had yet to cease. She got to her feet and walked over to Wen Chi and Wen Mo’s room. Wen Chi was re-doing his assignment, while Wen Mo was playing Minesweeper on the desktop computer.

Wen Qiao walked over. Leaning against the desk, she cocked her head sideways at her younger brother. “Xiao Mo, did you really win all those computers and smartphones in a lucky draw?”

Wen Mo gazed at her with his clear eyes and nodded his head.

“You won all of them by reposting Weibo posts?”

Wen Mo nodded again.

“Where’s that Weibo post you reposted? Show me.”

Wen Mo obediently took out his phone and entered his homepage. He keyed in the words ‘lucky draw’, and after some screening, several Weibo posts jumped out. Indeed, among those that popped up were the Weibo posts he reposted, as well as records of him winning the lucky draw, and private messages asking him for the address to send his prizes to.

Perhaps her younger brother was simply born lucky?

Wen Qiao smiled. “If there’s anything Xiao Chi doesn’t know, guide him along, hm?”

Wen Mo nodded his head obediently once more.

…

At a window-side table in a cafe, Xu Lu and Zhao Tong sat opposite of each other.

Zhao Tong said, “I heard Zhuang Yan smashed his million-yuan violin. With the soundboard and plates cracked, it seems like the violin is now rendered useless.”

“Didn’t his dad buy that for him at a Sotheby’s auction? He’s always cherished it so much. Why did he out of the blue…”

Zhao Tong said with a smirk, “I heard it’s because Wen Qiao made him angry.”

Xu Lu, however, felt a deep sense of unease. Didn’t they say that hatred derived from love? For Wen Qiao to have such a strong influence on Zhuang Yan’s emotions, didn’t it go to show that Zhuang Yan cared about Wen Qiao from the bottom of his heart?

Feeling vexed, she took two sips of the coffee.

“By the way, Master Vincent will be holding a concert in Ocean City on 9th July, as part of his world tour. My dad has given me two VIP tickets. Let’s go watch him perform together. After the concert ends, we can even go backstage and take a photo with the master himself.”

Only then did Xu Lu manage a forced smile. “Okay.”

There was contempt in Zhao Tong’s voice when she spoke. “Those who play the pipa, guzheng, and erhu, can only form a team and perform at weddings and funerals. Heh…”

The smile that revealed Xu Lu’s superior self image finally appeared on her face again.

That’s right. Even if Wen Qiao got into the Central Conservatory of Music, honestly speaking, traditional music was still at the bottom of the food chain. She was only one person, what change could she make?

…

Fu Nanli’s rate of recovery was incredible. After staying in the hospital for two days, he asked to be discharged.

Uncle Li knew this young master’s temperament. If he said he wanted to be discharged, the decision was final. In any case, they had a family physician at home.

As he packed up, he said, “Madam, and by that I mean your mother, is in Zürich right now. Regarding matters in business, your grandfather has always had veiled words of censure about your being a captain. Old Master doesn’t have a good temper. After you get home, you should go and greet him first. I didn’t tell him about your car accident, lest the elderly man worries.”