Song Wan composed herself and remained silent for a long time.

Lin Zhaojiang's kindness to her came to mind. From their acquaintance to working together, she had a clear picture of what kind of person Xiao Liran was.

She smiled gently, looked up at Lin Na, and her eyes shone with a pure yet determined light.

"You're overthinking it. I'm not having any wild ideas."

"Oh, that's good!" Lin Na smiled. "I was worried... that you were bothered by my older brother's past with President Xiao, so..."

"What's there to mind?" Song Wan said, emphasizing each word. "They don't even have a past!"

"What?"

Lin Na paused, then forced a smile, "Heh...you really don't know? The two of them..."

“They were married before, but they separated immediately after the wedding. It was just a marriage of convenience for family interests,” Song Wan said calmly. “Their marriage was in name only, not in reality. It shouldn’t be like what you’re saying.”

"Heh, my older brother told you that?" Lin Na pretended to be calm, took a glass of water, and drank a couple of sips. "You believe me?"

"Why wouldn't I believe it?" Song Wan laughed. "He told me everything about the past a long time ago, and Sister Ran told me too. I believe they wouldn't lie to me!"

Lin Na paused for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Song Wan, you really are... quite simple!"

“There’s nothing wrong with keeping things simple.” Song Wan kept smiling. “By the way, Nana, I remember Zhao Jiang introduced you to me, saying you’re the daughter of my fourth uncle, his cousin. So you didn’t live at your eldest brother’s house before, right?”

"Uh...yes."

"How do you know so much about this!"

Lin Na's expression changed.

“Nana,” Song Wan continued, “you heard these things from others, right? I think… you’re the one overthinking things. Heh, hearsay is best left unsaid; don’t take it seriously, don’t you think?”

Linna was speechless, staring blankly at her.

Song Wan glanced at her phone, then held it up and waved it in front of her. "Sorry, Sister Ran needs to talk to me about something, I have to go now! Can I come find you later to discuss the manuscript?"

"Oh, okay!" Linna's expression was extremely unnatural, but she still tried her best to keep smiling.

She looked in the direction Song Wan had left, a deep shadow appearing in her eyes.

It must be admitted that she is a gentle and intelligent girl. It seems that amnesia is just that she has forgotten the past, but it has not changed her nature.

Song Wan was like this before, and she is like this now.

She appears gentle and weak, but is actually very opinionated and devoted to Lin Zhaojiang...

Lin Na bit her lip, a sinister smile appearing on her face, picked up the cup, and turned back to her workstation.

She turned on her computer, and on the screen were the last few manuscripts that Song Wan had submitted. If there were no problems, she could prepare for typesetting and printing.

But Linna laughed, moved the mouse, and made a few changes to the manuscript.

*

That day, Song Wan, who was staying up all night revising her manuscript, was discovered by Lin Zhaojiang again.

He brought her breakfast, and the little woman was lying there in the same position as last time, sleeping on the table, still without a blanket or a sweater on her.

Lin Zhaojiang was both angry and worried. After carrying her to bed and waiting for her to wake up, he put on a stern face and began to lecture her in a serious manner.

"This is the second time already! Is this manuscript that important that you have to stay up all night revising it!"

Song Wan rubbed her sleepy eyes, startled awake by his low growl. She jumped off the bed barefoot and hugged the uncle from behind.

"Um...I..."

"What else do you want to say?" The middle-aged man was not easily appeased and wouldn't even turn around. "How many times have I told you? No staying up late! No staying up late! You haven't listened to me at all, have you?!"

“Zhaojiang…”

The young woman rubbed her face against his broad back, her voice soft and sweet: "I was wrong, I'll never stay up late again..."

"I just really want to do this well, but I'm afraid something might go wrong... I don't want to end up with nothing."

Lin Zhaojiang's heart melted instantly.

He had only felt sorry for her and didn't blame her. But when he heard her say that, he quickly turned around and saw that she was standing barefoot on the ground. He suddenly picked her up in a princess carry and gently placed her on the sofa.

His eyes held a hint of helplessness, but he smiled gently and sat down beside her.

“I know you want to do well,” he said, taking her hand, “but your health is more important, isn’t it?”

Song Wan nodded obediently.

"If you continue to disregard your health and stay up all night, then I'll have to move in with you and keep an eye on you!"

He gave a mischievous grin as he spoke.

Song Wan knew what he was up to, blushed, and gently nudged him.

"Would you like to eat something now?"

"I don't want to..." the woman stretched, "I'm still a little sleepy, I want to sleep a little longer."

"good."

After settling her in, Lin Zhaojiang gently closed the bedroom door for her and instructed the hotel staff not to come up and disturb her.

However, he was quite bored being alone in the room. With nothing to do, he wandered around until he reached her desk. Seeing that her computer was still on, he wanted to turn it off for her, but he inadvertently discovered that the screen showed a draft she had only partially revised.

He frowned.

To be honest, he was quite curious about what she had written, why she kept revising it, and why it kept failing to pass.

If he could take a look at it for her, or see if he could spot any problems.

Lin Zhaojiang thought for a moment, then sat down at his desk and began to read intently. However, one particular passage made him involuntarily feel a pang of unease…

"She started acting crazy, becoming unrecognizable to him. She still fantasized that the child was still in her womb, still the five-month-old fetus. She would often touch her belly, laughing and asking the doctor, 'Why is it that even though I'm five months pregnant, my belly isn't showing much at all...'"

Lin Zhaojiang's expression changed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

Isn't this... what she looked like after her miscarriage?

He flipped through the pages again and found many details that resembled her previous mental state.

Lin Zhaojiang felt as if he had stepped into thin air, his heart skipped a beat, and he gripped the mouse so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Did she remember something?

But just then, his phone suddenly rang. He was startled, and when he came to his senses, he saw Xiao Liran's name on the screen.

"Hello, it's me!" came President Xiao's voice from the other end. "Are you with Song Wan right now? I want to say a few words to you. You'd better avoid her."

"Hmm... She stayed up all night revising her manuscript and is asleep now." Lin Zhaojiang glanced into the room, tiptoed to the balcony, and made sure to close the sliding door behind her.

"Did you need something from me?"

“It’s nothing serious,” Xiao Liran hesitated. “Never mind, I’ll just be direct… As Lin Na’s cousin, how much do you really know about her?”

Lin Zhaojiang narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by asking this?"