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Hua Rong noticed his hesitant expression, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

It's really a bit of an eyesore.

"Just say what you want to say."

Radish Head's eyes lit up, and he said shyly, "Boss, that's a super powerful ghost, aren't you tempted?"

indeed.

Su Wu is indeed the worst of the evil spirits.

Of course, it's not because she's beautiful.

The "evil" of evil spirits is not just about doing bad things.

Ghosts like Su Wu, who forcefully remain in the human world through their obsession, are all considered evil spirits.

Su Wu was unusually kind-hearted and did not kill any living beings.

Such a ghost is simply the best among ghosts.

One is equivalent to a hundred other evil spirits.

Even more.

If the carp spirit can absorb Su Wu, it's possible that its body will stop decaying.

"She didn't do anything wrong."

Although Hua Rong didn't intend to meddle, there was no need for him to kill a pitiful ghost.

Hearing Hua Rong's words, he frowned.

They might only encounter one evil spirit like Su Wu.

It might take decades to find new ghosts.

But then I thought of Su Wu's face.

"Okay, being beautiful does have its uses. Even the heartless one wanted to let Su Wu go."

Hua Rong completed one transaction but showed no intention of immediately starting the next one.

After being sent back to the office, she went home.

Upon opening the door, I found Ms. Chi busy in the kitchen.

He bent down to change his shoes: "Mom, let's take Tian Tian out for dinner tonight. Then we can go to the amusement park together, and we can bring Xiao Yue too."

After saying this, Hua Rong noticed that Ms. Chi did not answer her.

She looked up and saw Ms. Chi standing at the kitchen doorway with a fruit knife in her hand, giving her a frantic wink.

Hua Rong was taken aback. "Mom, what happened to your eyes?"

Although she said that, she had already turned her head away.

Then his eyes met a pair of deep, indifferent eyes.

He has deep-set eyes, a deep and aloof gaze, and a high, straight nose.

A cigarette was held between his long, slender hands, which resembled works of art.

They were looking at each other through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony.

He was very tall, and the sunlight streaming down from behind him made him appear as if he were in a state of alternating light and shadow, adding to his noble air.

After exchanging glances with him for a while, Hua Rong nodded to Ms. Chi and then walked step by step to the balcony.

I took a deep breath and opened the French doors to the balcony.

Take a step, then close it.

Before Shen Qingchen could speak, she extended her hand and said, "Smoke, fire, thank you."

Shen Qingchen seemed stunned.

Even he didn't expect that his first words to Hua Rong would be this.

Just as he never imagined all these years that a woman would raise his child alone for so many years.

It must be tough.

Although Shen Qingchen didn't remember who Hua Rong was, she still felt a tenderness in her heart.

He put out his cigarette. "It's bad for women to smoke."

Hua Rong smiled enigmatically: "President Shen is in business with women, yet he still says something like that."

Shen Qingchen was taken aback, remembering that he had initially run a women's cosmetics business.

This statement is absolutely true when it comes to doing business with women.

"This statement is not meant to belittle women, but rather to show concern."

Hua Rong shrugged; she had no intention of smoking either.

Just for the next sentence: "Sweetie is still at home, so please don't smoke, Mr. Shen. Children are fragile and can't stand the smell."

Only then did Shen Qingchen understand Hua Rong's intention.

For some reason, his heart softened even more.

He extinguished his cigarette and said, "If you're not addicted, you don't have to say anything."

Hua Rong said "Oh," and then the two of them fell silent.

The house Hua Rong bought not only has good feng shui, but also a nice view.

It was dusk, and the clouds in the sky were exceptionally beautiful.

Like a watercolor painting with blurred background, it is stunningly beautiful.

The orange-red glow of the sunset fell on Hua Rong's face, softening her otherwise expressionless features.

Shen Qingchen's heart suddenly skipped a beat as she watched.

Amnesia.

The people around Shen Qingchen told him that he had lost his memory.

There was nothing particularly important that he didn't need to worry about.

In reality, he only lost a piece of memory.

I forgot someone.

It's the person right in front of me.

That's really... he's a jerk.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

He genuinely didn't know.

He was unusually naive this time, never questioning the motives of those around him.

And then I actually suffered such a huge loss.

Shen Qingchen fumbled for a platinum ring on his hand, his eyes instantly darkening.

Hua Rong turned to look at him: "I know, but the person you should apologize to is already dead."

Hua Rong was telling the truth.

The original owner of this body died long ago.

Shen Qingchen naturally didn't understand what Hua Rong meant by those words.

It was assumed that Hua Rong had long since let go of the past and was now starting a new life.

In fact, before meeting Hua Rong, Shen Qingchen hoped that Hua Rong thought the same way.

After all, no matter what their relationship was before, he doesn't remember Hua Rong at all now.

Even a child cannot force him to compromise.

But perhaps they were truly in love once.

The moment he saw her, a corner of his heart stirred.

It was as if a wisp of dead ashes was being reignited.

That unfamiliar feeling made him somewhat flustered.

But surprisingly, I don't dislike him.

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