Shi Heng nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Shi," Su Rui put down her pen, "In the field of clinical psychology, the number of cases where someone is willing to use themselves as an 'emotional anchor' to replace deep drug dependence is one in a million."

She suddenly realized that the data she had given was meaningless.

Because the man in front of him has already surpassed the scope of statistics.

Shi Heng didn't respond, but just stood up and thanked him.

Before leaving, he asked one last question, "What if... we still fail?"

Dr. Su Rui put away her smile. "If conventional methods fail, we still have a final option... forced isolation and treatment."

"Mrs. Shi needs to be sent to the Pujiang Brain Science Center in Shanghai to completely sever her connection with her original environment. This includes..."

She paused. This plan had devastated countless families.

But at this moment, she was a little hesitant about whether to say it out loud, "Including you, Mr. Shi."

She handed over a business card. "This is the contact information for the director of the Pujiang Brain Science Center. They specialize in brain reconstruction for drug dependence."

"This medical institution ranks second in the world in the field of neurology."

"But I hope you won't need this plan, because after the brain nerve reconstruction, you will be a stranger in Mrs. Shi's eyes, and she won't remember you anymore."

As soon as Su Rui finished speaking, a crisp "hissing" sound suddenly rang out in the treatment room.

Her mind went blank for a moment.

This reaction had never been envisioned in all her clinical plans.

Shi Heng tore the business card in half without hesitation.

"Mr. Shi! This is the last guarantee!" Su Rui wanted to stop him.

However, Shi Heng's movements did not pause at all.

He stacked the torn business cards together, folded them in half again, and tore them apart.

As the paper fell into the trash can, his voice remained calm, "There is no such thing as a stranger."

This is not a rejection, but a declaration.

He would rather destroy all his escape routes than accept any possibility of losing her.

"You may not understand the seriousness of the situation. If the drug memory is fully activated..." Su Rui persuaded again.

"Then let me become her new instinct." The cold light in Shi Heng's eyes made Su Rui unconsciously take a step back.

At that moment, she seemed to see an absolute will that was almost paranoid.

It's not a plea, it's not a compromise, but a determination to crush fate itself.

"I will fully acquire the Pujiang Brain Science Center and reorganize their neuroremodeling laboratory."

"Mr. Shi, scientific ethics..."

"The moral imperative is to save her. I don't care how much it costs or how many people are involved—we must find a treatment that doesn't damage her memory before the wedding next month."

After saying that, he turned and left.

In the corridor, Shi Heng stopped in front of the window.

The glass reflected the lingering violence in his eyes.

When he tore up the business card just now, it was as if he was tearing apart all possibilities of trying to take Gu Youran away from him.

…

at the same time.

Inside the "Nianwan" wedding dress flagship store in Shengshi Mingdu.

Tao Nianwan stood in front of the large design table, holding a pencil with her slender fingers, outlining the outline of the wedding dress on the drawing.

"Is the waistline too stiff?" Shi Zhengyang's low voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

She didn't know when he was standing behind her, his strong chest pressed against her back, one hand on the edge of the table, holding her in his arms.

Tao Nianwan tilted his head slightly, "How do you think we should change it?"

Shi Zhengyang reached out and held her pen-holding hand, and guided her to draw an arc on the drawing.

"The waistline should be taken in an inch more. This will make the bride's waist look... more inviting to untie."

Tao Nianwan looked at the revised lines, and the tips of her ears turned red. "Indeed... it looks much better."

She turned around and kissed her husband on the cheek, "You're worthy of being a top student in the architecture department back then."

Shi Zhengyang pinched her chin and kissed her hard on the lips, "Not sincere enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he forcefully pried open her lips and teeth.

"Um... wait..." Tao Nianwan's protest was swallowed up, and the pencil slipped from his fingers.

Shi Zhengyang's palm stroked her waist, his fingertips lingering on the edge of her dress. "Let me confirm whether I tied the bow of your bra crookedly this morning."

“Knock knock knock!”

The knock on the door was accompanied by Shi Heng's calm voice: "Dad, come with me to the company now to hand over."

Shi Zhengyang paused, a look of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He slowly straightened his wife's shirt before turning around to open the door. "I remember we agreed that I would take over the company again a week before the wedding."

"The plan has changed." Shi Heng turned his gaze to his mother, "Mom, can I borrow Dad for a while?"

Tao Nianwan's cheeks were still flushed. "Go ahead. You have to prepare for the wedding, which is a serious matter."

…

Half an hour later, in the president's office in the Shi Group Building.

Shi Heng walked quickly to the desk and took out a thick stack of documents from the drawer.

"This is a progress report on all important projects from the past month." He pushed the document in front of his father. "The last page is the job handover agreement. You need to sign it now."

Shi Zhengyang flipped through the documents, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. "Are you sure you want to hand over the work eighteen days in advance? The company is currently involved in several mergers and acquisitions..."

Shi Heng interrupted him, "Assistant Qin knows all the details of the project. I need to fully prepare for the wedding in the next 18 days and cannot be distracted."

Shi Zhengyang stared at his son for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Okay, you're more attentive than your father was back then."

He grabbed a pen and signed the agreement, "But You Ran deserves the best."

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