Ning Qiluo also said, "I vaguely remember that my house was very, very big, with many Filipino maids and a helicopter. I drove luxury cars. I think I announced that I was worth 2 billion when I was eleven years old, but I don't know if it's true."

Yang Dongmei suddenly realized.

He patted Ning Qiluo on the shoulder and said, "I understand. This must be a kind of gradual onset of amnesia."

Fu-zai asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's like someone who usually longs for material things, and after losing their memory, they create a world for themselves, a kind of delusion, where they think they are rich," Yang Dongmei explained logically.

Fu-zai gave a thumbs up: "That makes sense."

Ning Qiluo had no idea what they were talking about.

He asked, "What's my name?"

Yang Dongmei said, "Your name is Ning Qiluo, you are 19 years old, 163 cm tall and weigh 45 kg. You are a very popular superstar, and yesterday marked your first anniversary in the industry. By the way, I am your agent Yang Dongmei, and he is your assistant Fuzai."

Ning Qiluo stared at the two of them.

One is her agent, and the other is her assistant.

She's a big star!

Like... the kind that's shown on TV?

And it's especially popular.

That sounds really high-end!

Ning Qiluo asked, "Besides being a big star, am I really a rich heiress? Is my family super wealthy?"

Yang Dongmei: "..."

Fu Zai: "..."

The same thought simultaneously crossed their minds:

[If you were a rich heiress, I'd be the richest person in the world!]

Ning Qiluo felt a little disappointed when she didn't hear a reply from either of them.

She looked listless, with a furrowed brow and her beautiful, long eyelashes fluttering slightly. She looked a little sad.

Although she couldn't remember who she was, she had a vague memory of her background.

"Qi Luo, don't say things like that in front of the media again, or they'll use it for malicious reporting. Just rest and recuperate in the hospital. I'll handle things at the company. Don't look at what's being said online. You have to believe that you're a very popular superstar."

Yang Dongmei offered Ning Qiluo heartfelt words of comfort.

Yang Dongmei was originally going to give her a good scolding, but seeing that she had amnesia and was still imagining a world of rich people, she felt extremely sorry for her.

Ning Qiluo remained silent, staring blankly at a certain spot.

She wondered to herself, were those vague memories in her mind really just figments of her imagination? Yet they felt so real; she seemed to truly be a wealthy person.

Yang Dongmei left Ning Qiluo some space to rest and then pulled Fuzai out of the ward.

In the corridor.

Fuzai asked, "Sister Yang, why did you lie to Luoluo? She's being badly maligned right now, she's not popular at all."

Yang Dongmei glared at Fuzai: "Are you stupid? In this situation, of course we should look on the bright side. What if we upset her so much that she can't recover her memories?"

Fu-zai: "Oh."

"Has the perpetrator been caught?" Yang Dongmei asked.

Fuzai said, "The perpetrator was more seriously injured than Luoluo. I heard he's still unconscious in the intensive care unit and we can't get any money from him."

Yang Dongmei's brow furrowed upon hearing this: "Really? Is it that serious?"

"I heard it's true, and it seems to be someone important."

Yang Dongmei: "A big shot? How big?"

Fuzai said in a very serious tone, "I don't know their identity, but even if they are big shots, it is entirely their responsibility. Luoluo is the victim. Once they wake up, I will go and discuss compensation. They injured our Luoluo so badly, they should pay at least 100,000 yuan in compensation."

Yang Dongmei raised an eyebrow: "Only a hundred thousand or so?"

Fuzai: "How much else? After all, people aren't stupid enough to be easily extorted. Paying a few hundred thousand yuan so that Luo Luo can eat more tonics is better than anything else. I'm not going to say anything more. I'm going to Weizhuxuan to order a beef bone soup for Luo Luo for tomorrow morning to help her recover."