The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Wait for Her to Confess the Truth

Uncle Li could see that his young master’s terrible countenance had turned even colder.

He had accompanied his grandfather to the lunch appointment. Those uncles and elders of his had brought along their granddaughters to the lunch. During the meal, those few women kept edging closer to him, and as the meal went on, his countenance grew increasingly more terrible.

After the dull and long meal finally ended, his expression had eased a little. And now…

Following his gaze, he looked over and saw that young girl who claimed to be his young master’s girlfriend.

Uncle Li said testingly, “Young Master, do you want to get out of the car and say hello?”

Fu Nanli retracted his gaze. “No need.”

His expression was very cold, and the corners of his lips were slightly downturned. Clearly, he wasn’t happy.

…

The phone on the round table vibrated. When Wen Qiao saw the incoming caller, she was on her guard. After inhaling a deep breath, she answered the call. “Hello…”

Her voice sounded delicate and sweet.

“Where are you attending the summer camp?”

“South… A city in the south, Elephant City. Have you heard of that? There are mountains and rivers here, there’s also a crew filming a TV drama series here. Just earlier, Lu Youyou and I even saw two celebrities.”

Lu Youyou who was being mentioned out of the blue,”…”

Against the dim car windows, Fu Nanli reached out to tug at his tie, the veins on the back of his hands popping, just like his throbbing temples which was causing him a headache. “Is it?”

Wen Qiao brought the phone away from her a little. “The signal… isn’t too good… in the mountains… I think I should… hang up.”

With a beep, she ended the call.

The traffic light ahead turned green and the chauffeur asked in a small voice, “Young Master, are we leaving?”

“Let’s go.”

Coming from that kind of family background and upbringing, he wasn’t going to expose her lies. He would wait for her to take the initiative to confess the truth to him.

Uncle Li cast a deep and meaningful glance at the young lady in the dessert shop, then towards his ashen-faced master in the backseat. He wondered silently if there was a conflict between the two of them.

Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief and patted her chest. “If you run into Fu Nanli in the future, don’t let the cat out of the bag. We’re away at the summer camp over these few days.”

Lu Youyou was baffled. “Why are you lying?”

Wen Qiao replied in a gloomy tone, “I’m conducting an experiment to see if that sentence that keeps replaying in my mind is merely my hallucination. I want to see if I’m able to leave his side.”

Lu Youyou was even more baffled after hearing this. “Why are you racking your brains to leave his side when Young Master Fu already believes you’re his girlfriend? My Qiao, have you any idea how many socialites in Ocean City are dying to become his girlfriend?”

Wen Qiao lowered her gaze. “It’s mentally exhausting to have to lie to him everyday.”

“If one day you’re exposed, I’ll vouch for you. You had no other choice but to do this, and you’re only doing this to stay alive.”

Wen Qiao said, “Do you think he’ll accept such an absurd explanation?”

Lu Youyou hesitated, but didn’t have a good reply to that.

…

After six days Wen Qiao remained fine. There wasn’t any abnormality with her body and she was very much still alive and brimming with energy. Testing this out on Wen Chi, she could still as easily flip him over her shoulder.

Wen Qiao was beginning to feel that the voice in her head was merely her imagination.

Someone knocked on the door, making Wen Qiao raise her head. She saw a blond man with blue eyes standing outside her courtyard and speaking fluent Mandarin. “Is it Miss Wen?”

Having been flipped over his older sister’s shoulder, Wen Chi struggled to get to his feet. He cast a mournful look at his older sister. “Why did you beat me up out of the blue?”

Wen Qiao comforted him perfunctorily. “My hands were feeling itchy.”

Wen Chi, “?” What the heck?!

Wen Qiao asked the Caucasian man standing outside, “Who are you? Is something the matter?”

The man appeared to be in his forties, and he had an elegant and affable disposition. “I am Vincent, and I would like to invite Miss Wen to perform onstage with me. I’ve always had a keen interest in traditional music. Previously I had sent you an email… I wonder if you received it?”

Wen Qiao was speechless.

Oh… So it turned out that email wasn’t actually junk mail sent by a fraud.