"We've broken up, what am I supposed to do?" Panic flashed in Song Hengjue's eyes, and he reflexively grabbed her delicate, fair wrist. "Can't we stay together?"

In Yang Qingheng's eyes, this posture was a sign of complete dependence, carrying the fear and unease of suddenly entering an unfamiliar environment.

Unlike men who have been tempered by time, Song Hengjue's gaze at this moment was as clear as a spring, like that of a true high school student.

Yang Qingheng never imagined that she would develop a maternal feeling towards Song Hengjue. Her heart melted, and she gently stroked the cool strands of hair on his head with her soft palm: "Of course."

An electric current swiftly swept through Song Hengjue's coccyx, shooting straight to his brain like fireworks, and his ears felt as if they were on fire.

Avoiding Yang Qingheng's gaze, she buried her face in the blanket with a wandering look in her eyes.

When Bai Wei entered the ward, Qi Lian had just sat up from the bed.

"What if you aggravate your wound by not lying down properly?" She frowned and quickly went to help him.

The two of them had been sitting together in the back seat, so their injuries weren't as severe as Song Hengjue's, especially Bai Wei's. Because Qi Lian had instinctively protected her, Bai Wei only had a minor abrasion on her arm.

Qi Lian had several large cuts on his hands and legs, but thankfully his bones and tendons were not injured.

Looking at her brother's pale face, a rare hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

"How is Mr. Song? Is he alright?" Qi Lian pursed his lips, but what he really wanted to ask was, "He's not dead, is he?"

His tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

Bai Wei couldn't tell, perhaps because she never thought her nominal younger brother would feel jealous, since he had always been well-behaved.

"It's not a big problem, the doctor said his memory is a little confused."

Qi Lian pursed her lips: "Oh, then why aren't you taking care of him over there? What if he gets hurt?"

Bai Wei gave him a strange look: "He has a fiancée, or at the very least an assistant. What am I doing accompanying him? Am I his servant?"

These words somehow touched a nerve with Qi Lian. The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, his eyes lit up as he stared at her face, and he uttered two muffled breaths.

Bai Wei asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

Qi Lian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he dared not look into her eyes: "No, I said I was hungry."

After seeing Song Hengjue, Yang Qingheng went back and arranged for people to keep an eye on the newspaper and the hospital, making sure that no one would expose the matter.

However, the car accident happened not far from the downtown area that day. Although the hospital and the newspaper tried to prevent it, the mouths of the public could not be stopped.

Yang Qingheng watched as Song Hengjue's phone rang countless times, pinching her brow in exasperation.

They were either company shareholders, Song Hengjue's business partners, or a few friends she didn't know. She was so hoarse from talking that she eventually stopped answering their calls altogether.

Song Hengjue held his bowl of porridge and drank it, staring at the woman opposite him with an unpleasant expression. He dared not breathe too loudly, afraid of saying the wrong thing and incurring her wrath.

The woman before him was very different from the one he had always imagined. The current Yang Qingheng was like a powder keg, capable of tearing him apart.

Yang Qingheng turned around and saw Song Hengjue's anxious eyes. Remembering that the doctor said he shouldn't get emotional, she quickly composed herself and patted his head: "Eat your porridge, nothing else is your concern."

Besides, he doesn't have the ability to worry about it now, even if he wanted to.

Song Hengjue coughed lightly, his fist pressed against his lips, to hide the heat on his face. Seeing that she was about to leave, he grabbed her sleeve and pointed to the porridge on the table: "Eat something first." He'd been busy all morning.

Yang Qingheng was taken aback. The fish porridge had been placed aside at some point, and it seemed that knowing she didn't like scallions, all the scallions in the bowl had been scraped off.

She narrowed her eyes, suddenly becoming a little suspicious. She casually picked up the bowl of porridge and frowned, "Why did you skim off the scallions? How am I supposed to drink this?"

Doesn't she dislike scallions?

Song Hengjue's mind went blank for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and he avoided her scrutinizing gaze: "The scallions don't seem very fresh today, they don't taste right to me."

Yang Qingheng said meaningfully, "Oh~"

He scoffed inwardly. He had said he liked her not long before they got married, but now it seemed this repressed guy hadn't been telling the truth.

But no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't figure out when she met Song Hengjue.

She absolutely does not believe in love at first sight.

Before she could think it through, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Fang Nan came in, looking travel-worn with dark circles under his eyes.

Upon entering the room, he glanced at Song Hengjue before looking at Yang Qingheng beside him with a hint of worry: "How is he?"

She had never been in contact with Song Hengjue's company and didn't know who she could trust, so as soon as Song Hengjue got into trouble, she told him to take the train back immediately.

"It's the same as always." Yang Qingheng crossed her legs, her fingers flying, and the apple peel fell into the trash can in one piece before being stuffed into Song Hengjue's hand.

Not wanting Song Hengjue to know too much about the company and worry him, Fang Nan raised his chin, gesturing for him to go outside to talk.

"The doctor said it's still uncertain whether the memory can be restored. I'll have to trouble you with the company's affairs." Yang Qingheng sighed. The company's old shareholders were probably not peaceful to begin with, and after Song Hengjue's incident, they made things even worse. If she hadn't immediately transferred Song Hengjue to another hospital that day, who knows what kind of mess the ward would be in now.

Song Hengjue has no memory now, so she has to protect the company for him.

Fang Nan replied without hesitation, "Don't be so polite, it's my pleasure."

He complains about Song Hengjue every day, but he knows how much convenience Song Hengjue has given him over the years. Now that he needs Song Hengjue, he can't possibly run away from the task at hand.

Just as Yang Qingheng was about to say something, a muffled thud came from inside the ward—the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.