The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Keeping the Appointment

After he finished listening to the recording, Zhuang Yan’s countenance grew dark. His mind was in a whirl and many things raced through his mind. Finally, he gave Xu Lu a call.

Xu Lu was delighted to receive Zhuang Yan’s call. “Hello, Zhuang Yan, what’s the matter?”

“You were the one who fabricated the rumor about Wen Qiao being promiscuous and sleeping around! It was you who trashed her image, saying she engaged in immoral transactions with boys from other schools involving money!”

With his rage stuck in his throat, his voice sounded a little raspy. If those rumors hadn’t existed, perhaps, perhaps he might already have…

W-What?!

When she heard the infuriated voice, Xu Lu flew into a panic. How did Zhuang Yan find out about this?

However, she very quickly calmed down. “Zhuang Yan, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A few taps of the screen later, Zhuang Yan sent her the video. The minute she heard what’s on the recording, Xu Lu’s face turned pale. Why were those two such blabbermouths?! How could they discuss such a matter in public!

They’re truly incompetent teammates! They f*cked things up for her big time!

“I’ve never done anything of the sort, they’re maligning me. Zhuang Yan, you know the kind of person that I am. Haven’t I always treated Wen Qiao very well? How could I possibly do something like this behind her back?”

“You don’t have to deny it. Whether you treat Wen Qiao well or not, you yourself know best.”

Xu Lu’s heart trembled. “What am I denying? Wen Qiao is currently hooked up with a rich man, and you yourself saw it as well. Was I the one who maligned her about that? Because she needs money, she will do anything for money. Zhuang Yan, how can you think of me as being someone so despicable? Am I really like that in your eyes?”

“Enough!” He hung up the call directly.

Xu Lu’s countenance turned completely dark.

Who was the one who filmed the video? Who was the one who sent it to Zhuang Yan?

The only person that came to mind was Wen Qiao. For the latter to be able to do her in so stealthily, the thought really filled her with apprehension.

Did Wen Qiao take some drug that suddenly cured her dumbness?

No, she couldn’t panic, she had to remain calm. No matter how smart Wen Qiao was, she wasn’t her match.

She had played Wen Qiao for a fool for three years, and the latter only just managed to come to her senses.

If that wasn’t dumb and slow, what was it?

…

At 6 pm, with the chirping of cicadas from the honey locust tree and large banyan tree lingering in one’s ears, Wen Chi and Xia Bo were playing online games as usual. Wen Mo, on the other hand, was watching Peppa Pig on the sofa, like a young child.

The phone on the table vibrated. ‘Car’s parked at the alleyway entrance, come out. – Big Boss.’

Wen Qiao lowered her head and considered her outfit. Thankfully Lu Youyou had bought her plenty of dresses that were appropriate for posh venues. Today she was wearing a champagne-pink lace dress with dark gold threads embroidered in the seams of the skirt, which gave off an ethereal shimmer as she moved.

She walked to the computer table and rapped the desk. “If Mom comes back and asks, tell her I went to Lu Youyou’s, okay?”

Without even raising his head, Wen Chi replied, “Got it. The virus’s coming, hurry up and get into the car! Xia Bo, are your eyes only for decorative purposes? Look at which car you climbed into. I’m in another car!”

“Ah sh*t! Sorry, Brother Chi, I wasn’t looking carefully.”

Wen Qiao, “…”

When she walked to the sofa, Wen Mo held her hand and gazed at her with his clear eyes and she said gently to him, “Sister is going to have a meal with her boyfriend. Don’t let it slip, okay?”

Wen Mo seemed worried about her.

If they were dating in an above-board fashion, why did she have to keep things under wraps?

Sensing his worry, Wen Qiao stroked his head. “There are some complicated reasons, so I can’t tell Mom for the time being. But Sister and him have a very legitimate relationship. You don’t have to worry.”

Wen Mo nodded his head hesitantly as he let go of her hand.

By the time she got out, the skies were darkening and the neon lights started coming on. Fu Nanli sat in the car with the window half-open, and the midsummer night breeze entered the car as the car door opened.