Zhuo Wen was smoking on the balcony when he heard Shi Yu coming out of the room.

Without turning his head, he asked, "How is she?"

"She's still asleep! The doctor said she'll probably need to sleep for two or three days!"

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, glanced back at the direction inside the room, and then turned to look at Shi Yu standing to the side.

"Aren't you a doctor too? Why do you just believe whatever people say?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu was speechless. "I'm a psychologist..."

"So what? A psychologist is still a doctor—" The drawn-out tone was an attempt to mask the strange emotions in his heart.

But Shi Yu is a top-notch psychotherapist, so how could he not know what his childhood friend and patient was thinking?

"Wen, I haven't seen you smoke in a long time."

As he finished speaking, hot cigarette ash landed on the back of his hand, but Zhuo Wen didn't flinch.

The hatred emanating from his eyes could be clearly seen even through the smoke.

“Shi Yu, I just saw her sitting there, and it was like seeing Xiao Yue. If I had stepped forward and grabbed her earlier, she wouldn’t have died.”

His clenched teeth made his facial features look sharp, unlike his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

"Wen, Xiaoyue's matter happened a long time ago, and you're already trying to avenge her. Don't blame yourself."

Shi Yu sighed. He hadn't seen him like this in a long time, having followed him around all these years.

A few days ago, I received news that Gu Mai had shifted his focus to China, so Zhuo Wen was also planning to continue his cooperation with Fu Siming and return from S country.

As Zhuo Wen passed by the bridge, he spotted a woman sitting alone on the bridge, crying.

So he told the driver to stop the car, and after watching for a long time, he pulled her off the bridge when he saw her about to let go.

Neither of them expected that they would save Song Xingyao.

Whether as a bargaining chip for cooperation or because of Zhuo Yue, Zhuo Wen brought Song Xingyao to his residence.

Shi Yu knew that Zhuo Wen had never let go of the matter of Zhuo Yue's suicide and always believed that he, as her older brother, bore a great responsibility from the time Zhuo Yue returned home until her suicide.

But Shi Yu knew clearly that Zhuo Yue was the one who wanted to follow Gu Mai.

Zhuo Yue first experienced romantic feelings when her friends took her to a bar to celebrate her coming-of-age ceremony.

It was on that night that her fragile life became intertwined with that of Gumai, a cold and ruthless man.

The dodder, which had grown up in a greenhouse, could not resist the advances of a frivolous and wicked soul.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they squandered their short lives.

When she was finally found on a secluded path outside the manor, she was lying in the mud, her clothes disheveled. The bruises and marks on her body were partially covered by the mud, but the gruesome, crisscrossing wounds were still visible.

Since then, Zhuo Yue's mental state has deteriorated, and she has attempted suicide every few days, using various methods, and is rarely lucid.

The day she jumped into the river was when Zhuo Yue was most lucid.

She said, "Brother, I love him, but I can't love him anymore."

After saying that, he jumped down, his frail body swept away by the rushing water.

Finally, she was pulled ashore by fishermen, her once radiant face now obscured by the seawater.

Born into an aristocratic family, she should have been the center of attention, radiant and dazzling, yet she was treated so cruelly.

No wonder Zhuo Wen harbored resentment.

Shi Yu sighed, feeling somewhat helpless. Over the years, he had done countless psychological treatments for him, but the man had hardly ever cooperated.

Zhuo Wen said, "If even hatred is gone, who will seek justice from Zhuo Yue? Now he's the head of the Sige family, surrounded by countless people, yet he doesn't remember a single moment of Zhuo Yue, and he's enjoying all of this with a clear conscience. Why should he?"

Shi Yu, as his psychologist and friend, simply couldn't do anything about him.

When Song Xingyao woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

The interior decoration is a rustic medieval European style, with a luxurious feel that makes you feel like you've traveled back in time.

She blinked again, the soreness in her eyes still lingering, when she heard a pleasant male voice behind her.

"Awake?" The simple loungewear couldn't hide her air of luxury.

Song Xingyao sat up, glanced at the man, and felt that he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"You don't remember?" The man's expression held an unfathomable depth.

But he didn't rush to explain. He walked straight out of the room, leaving behind the words, "Let's go out and eat first."

She wasn't in a hurry to go out, after all, she was in an unfamiliar environment.

Recalling what happened to her before she lost consciousness, her blood pressure dropped to almost zero.

She even contemplated suicide. She had endured the humiliation inflicted by the Song family, but she had persevered through it all.

It was all for Fu Siming...

A cold sweat broke out on her back. She calmed down and walked out of the room.

The living room was decorated much more normally, with some Western-style dishes on the table, and two men sitting at the long table with one seat between them.

When Song Xingyao encountered Zhuo Wen leisurely eating his breakfast, she felt awkward, unsure whether to leave or stay.

He broke the awkward silence by saying, "Let's have some breakfast first. You've been sleeping for two days, you must be quite hungry."

After she sat down, Zhuo Wen pressed a button on the table, and the sound of television news broadcasts filled the living room, along with the sounds of plates and food clattering.

Hearing the familiar language, she felt a little relieved. It seemed she was still in China and hadn't encountered any strange people or been sold off.

Song Xingyao mechanically stuffed toast into her mouth, her mind swirling with thoughts of what she should and shouldn't say.

After Zhuo Wen finished eating, he didn't leave the restaurant, as if he was waiting for something.

Soon, the TV volume was suddenly turned up. When Song Xingyao heard the news broadcast, the bread slice in her hand slammed onto her plate and fork, making a jarring "clang".

"It is reported that the wife of Fu Siming, president of Tiansheng Group, has recently gone missing. Tiansheng Group's official Weibo account has issued a missing person notice with an exorbitant reward. This is the second time Tiansheng has used public official channels to handle private affairs. At the same time, Tiansheng Group recently experienced abnormal changes in its shareholding structure and was rumored to be experiencing operational irregularities. With family troubles and company operational problems, what will become of this once-famous, self-made man? Let's try to connect with him..."

She couldn't hear what was said after that; her back was stiff.

Zhuo Wen scrutinized her expression, his thin lips parted slightly, and he added softly, "He's looking for you. How long do you think it will take him to find me in Jiangcheng, Mrs. Fu?"

He knows his own identity, so does that mean he also knows Fu Siming?