He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Call security and have them come and take him away."

She'll have to hire a few bodyguards later, just in case any reckless or dangerous people sneak in.

"Why is Li Nian always bothering you lately? What did you two do today?" Song Hengjue hugged her from behind, pulling her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, his tone resentful.

"He went to look at houses. Since the driver came for free, why not use him? Are you jealous?" Yang Qingheng chuckled, tracing his stubble with her fingertip.

Speaking of this, she thought of Li Jiaoyan again. Coincidentally, she ran into Gu Yi and her at the same time. Could there be something between the two of them?

Harboring a criminal... that would at least put her in jail for a while and let her have some peace and quiet.

"What is this?" She suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Hengjue's car keys, which had a hollowed-out silver ball hanging from them.

“It’s a sachet. That little rascal broke my car key last time, so I replaced it with a new one and hung it on. It looks pretty good,” Song Hengjue said, opening her hand and placing it in her palm. “Do you like it? I’ll have a jewelry store make one for you too, with some refreshing spices.”

Yang Qingheng brought it to her nose and smelled it. It had a fresh, plant-like fragrance, and it smelled really good. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll use this one first. I'll return it to you when you make a new one. What kind of reward do you want?"

He's been suffering from amnesia for so long, and staying at home every day must be boring. It's good to give him something to do.

Thinking about this, she became worried again.

The doctor said that the blood clot in Song Hengjue's brain has almost disappeared, but his memory has not recovered and it is unknown whether it will ever recover.

It's not that Song Hengjue is in a bad state right now, but she feels that the generation gap between the two of them is too big, which often makes her feel tired and gives her the illusion of raising a son.

"A reward? Can I go to work at the company with you in the future?" Song Hengjue pinched and played with her wrist bones, his eyes fixed intently on her.

“No,” Yang Qingheng refused outright. Seeing him immediately droop his head and look so pitiful, her heart sank a little. “If you’re bored, I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up in a few days. After the check-up, we can visit some tourist attractions in Hai Province, okay?”

"Okay." Song Hengjue forced a smile, but knew perfectly well that he didn't feel happy at all.

Yang Qingheng herself didn't realize that although her disguise was good, even the best disguise will eventually show its flaws over time.

Song Hengjue didn't know how she got along with him before she lost her memory, but it definitely wasn't like that.

To use a more precise adjective, he felt that he was now more like a burden to Yang Qingheng, a responsibility she had to bear.

Simply because she loved the "him" before she lost her memory, she was constantly looking forward to his arrival.

Song Hengjue felt that he might be sick. He always felt that the person before he lost his memory and the person he is now were two completely different people. He couldn't accept that his first love, whom he had liked for so long, had someone else in his heart, and even desperately wanted that person to disappear.

He wished that person would disappear completely from this world and never appear again!

"Don't you like it? Why do you look so pale?" Yang Qingheng suddenly saw the man's gloomy eyes and felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the man was just sullen and unhappy, not at all as terrifying as she had just seen him.

He shook his head, feeling helpless.

She was so exhausted that she started hallucinating.