The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Revealing Her Background

“My good friend Lu Youyou knows about it. But Wen Chi and the rest of my family don’t.”

“Why?”

The evening rays weaved past the foliage of the Chinese parasol tree, illuminating the car interior in a flickering manner. His well-chiseled face was like a sculpture, enigmatic and made one unable to tear their gaze away from.

“Because my mom feels that I’m still young and hopes for me to focus on my studies. So I didn’t dare to tell my family. I only told my best friend about it.”

The man nodded, accepting this reason.

Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. Constantly weaving lies had her living on tenterhooks. Was her lifespan going to be shortened as a result of this?

When she had the time, she had to figure out if her life would really be placed in danger if she were to leave Fu Nanli’s side.

Perhaps it was only a bug after her rebirth. 𝑓𝑟eℯ𝒘𝗲𝑏n𝑜𝚟𝙚𝒍.𝒄o𝐦

What followed next was a long silence. The man beside her spoke very little. Even though he had specially shown up to watch her perform, he wasn’t chatting in a friendly manner with her.

Afraid that the more she spoke the more mistakes she would make, Wen Qiao didn’t dare open her mouth freely.

As the car turned a corner, Wen Qiao slightly tilted towards Fu Nanli, causing their bodies to come into contact. He gently helped her into an upright sitting position and she hurriedly held onto the car handle.

“Thank you for coming to watch me perform today.”

If he hadn’t given her flowers, Xu Lu might have subtly flaunted her superiority in front of her. 𝑓𝗿𝐞𝘦𝘄ｅ𝘣n𝘰𝘷eƖ.c𝘰𝗺

He grabbed her hand and gently placed it on his crossed knees and subconsciously rubbed it. “We’re lovers, there’s no need to make such clear distinctions.”

There was a pleasant-smelling fragrance of sea salt mixed with a faint cigarette scent on his body. In this enclosed environment, she felt enveloped in his scent and that there was nowhere to hide from it. Every time she met Fu Nanli, her brain turned into a woozy state.

“Mm.”

The setting sun dyed her cheeks a crimson shade and her wrist was fair and delicate. From her earlobes to her long and slender neck, thin veins could be seen. It was an appearance so pretty it messed up one’s breathing.

He pressed the window switch and opened a crack, allowing the midsummer evening breeze to enter the car.

Her hand was held in his palm throughout. In spite of the sweltering weather, his palms weren’t sweating. Instead, they felt warm and dry, of a temperature that made one feel at ease.

After a long silence, Wen Qiao couldn’t quite take it anymore. So she tried finding something to talk about. “When are you going to resume flying?”

“Mid-July.”

Wen Qiao was shocked. “Why aren’t you resting for longer? So fast?”

It was already the end of June. After getting into such a severe car accident, he was only resting for half a month?

She thought to herself, ‘People more outstanding than you are more hardworking than you. Is there a rich young master as dedicated to his profession as him?’

“Not used to staying idle.” As usual, his reply was simple and concise.

Wen Qiao nodded. “Bigshot, definitely the bigshot I admire.”

Fu Nanli’s interest was piqued. “Is this how you address me?”

“Yep. Look, I’ve always been addressing you as Bigshot.”

Wen Qiao whipped out her phone and opened WeChat. Above, there was a remark ‘Bigshot’.

She took the chance to ‘accidentally’ let him see their chat logs, to let him know that her chat log matched with his.

For her to have considered all the trivial aspects of this matter, it seems like she was truly very suited to be a liar. She had mastered another useless skill today.

Fu Nanli nodded. “Mm.”

The car stopped in front of the hospital entrance. With a ‘beep’ sound after the vehicle scanned at the system, the barrier gate slowly rose. The car entered the hospital inpatient building and had just stopped, when an anxious-looking person came to stand in front of the car and said, “Mr. Fu, I have something very important to tell you. You’ve been deceived by that Wen Qiao.”

Wen Qiao’s pupils trembled violently.

Wasn’t that Lin Mingshu? Did she discover something?