Chapter 17: A Glimpse of the First Encounter If no one sees, no one will feel sorry.

Inside the hotel, warm light is evenly spread throughout the room.

Jiang Chen clutched his cell phone tightly in his hand, curled up at the foot of the bed, and stopped moving.

Yao Jinling carefully covered her with the quilt and twisted her sore ankle.

The cell phone in the bag rang at an inopportune time.

She subconsciously glanced at Jiang Chen, and seeing that she was not woken up, she silently walked a few steps towards the windowsill, unzipped her pants, took out her cell phone, stared at the note on it for a few seconds, then pressed the answer button and raised it to her ear.

"You took Jiang Chen away. Why?"

It was a plain statement with almost no ups and downs in the tone, as if it was a firm statement of the fact.

"What? Do I need to ask you before I pick up my friend? Do I need to give you a reasonable explanation? Chen Yinchuan, don't you take yourself too seriously?"

Yao Jinling smiled sarcastically, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window wet by rain, overlooking the night view of the entire city.

There was a hustle and bustle of traffic and people coming and going downstairs, and the swallowed sunset was presented in another more dazzling form, making everything seem so small.

“I’m your brother-in-law and Jiang Chen’s legal boss.”

In fact, Chen Yinchuan always speaks like this, with no change in his posture or expression.

He did not have the condescending feeling of a superior. He simply and equally ignored anything that had nothing to do with him, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

Yao Jinling hated this about him the most. On the day her sister passed away, he stood in front of the mourning hall and looked at her black and white photo without shedding a tear. The next day, he merged his sister's laboratory.

He is a person who can only see the experimental results and has no sincerity.

"You're not my brother-in-law. You haven't been since the day my sister died. The only thing we can possibly talk about is you taking my sister's research findings and switching jobs to my company. Is there anything else we can discuss?"

When this topic was brought up, Chen Yinchuan's expression finally cracked a little, and he rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Jin Ling, I'm not here to argue with you tonight. Get Jiang Chen out of the hotel immediately and send her to the lab entrance. She must have been affected by the experimental equipment, and her brain may have been damaged, which will amplify her emotions."

Yao Jinling narrowed his eyes slightly: "Chen Yinchuan, you sent people to monitor me? And you even conducted brain experiments on Jiang Chen? I didn't expect that you are not only ruthless, but also despicable and shameless now."

"Xiao Ji sent me the real-time location of Jiang Chen's phone." He explained.

"It noticed her phone was turned off and detected a change in her location. It thought she was in danger and came to me to report. I re-enable all permissions to let it track her current location, but it ended up at the hotel where you usually stay."

Sent by Xiao Ji?

Yao Jinling turned around and saw Jiang sleeping uneasy, so he guessed what was going on.

So this is what she meant when she slurred her words "broken heart"?

What outrageous thing did Chen Yinchuan do to cause the faith of Jiang Chen, who was willing to give up everything for love, to collapse?

"Is it considered mental abuse to repeatedly subject someone with significant psychological flaws to intense emotional stimulation?"

Yao Jinling turned her back to Jiang Chen again, her own face reflected in the glass window. There was pity for Jiang Chen in her eyes, but no regret.

"Don't you also want to know why the intelligent robot developed by your sister chose her?" Chen Yinchuan's fingertips gripped the phone so hard that they turned white.

"Xiao Ji's memories have never been retrieved successfully, but today I used an instrument to retrieve her memories. She visited that mountain village when she was a child. It's strange that the robot made by Amu went out for social experiments but was bound to a single user."

"Didn't you find out about it too? Otherwise, you wouldn't have taken the initiative to set up the scheme, spreading the news of your engagement with Tang Ji on the Internet, weakening the villa's security, and tricking Jiang Chen into participating in my experiment, Jin Ling."

Yao Jinling didn't refute it again. "Synchronize the information to me. I will find a doctor to take care of Jiang Chen."

Before hanging up, she added, "My things are always mine. I hope you'll keep your promise and return the success I created to me after this is done. But for whatever reason, I will never forgive you for putting your name on my AI."

It was not a very pleasant conversation. After Yao Jinling put down her phone, she received a video transmission from Chen Yinchuan.

She called her personal doctor as she clicked on it. "My friend might have some brain damage. Could you please bring some professional testing equipment to the hotel where I usually stay?"

Her personal doctor was a professional team who arrived very quickly, but Jiang Chen stubbornly remained curled up.

Even though several people struggled to straighten her body, all her strength seemed to be concentrated in her palms. She held the phone tightly, resisting others from taking it away. The doctors did not dare to use too much force.

The doctor glanced at Yao Jinling with embarrassment, waiting for her instructions: "This lady won't let go of her phone, this..."

"Just check her brain, and leave the rest up to her," Yao Jinling said helplessly. "Come to the next room and let me know when the results come in. If your equipment here can't fix the problem, send her to your private hospital."

After the notification, Yao Jinling went into the next suite and imported the video data on his mobile phone into the computer.

She nervously clicked the mouse as the video cache loaded.

Memory retrieval is very magical. When an event is experienced by a person from the first perspective and forcibly extracted by a machine, the content that comes out becomes like a dream and becomes a third perspective.

After the video is loaded, an option pops up, "Are you sure you want to play the first video?"

Yao Jinling hesitated for only three seconds at the word "cancel" and immediately clicked "confirm".

Night, it's night again.

Jiang Chen's nights always seem to be dark, pitch dark, and dampness is faintly floating.

Her eyes were empty, and the light in her pupils had naturally faded, without any brilliance.

She was staggering and stumbling along the road, holding a white sheet in her hand that was crumpled by her, but you could roughly tell it was advice for eye treatment.

The doctor earnestly recommended that immediate treatment be sought to have the possibility of full recovery. Otherwise, if the golden opportunity is missed, the patient will be completely blind for life.

But Jiang Chen had no money, and when her hideous uncle smashed two bottles of wine on the back of her head at the same time, she had already taken out the only few hundred yuan she had on her.

After that, her uncle left cursing. Her vision became increasingly blurry, and now in the darkness, she could hardly see at all.

Jiang Chen relied on his years of experience walking on this road to identify the direction. Occasionally, when he bumped into pedestrians, he bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle and kept saying "I'm sorry".

I don’t know how many times she said “I’m sorry” before it became a conditioned reflex, but she couldn’t stop muttering “I’m sorry” even if she didn’t bump into anyone.

She was walking towards the river, the largest river in the city.

Water, the softest and purest substance in the world, can swallow up and accommodate everything, especially unimportant impurities such as love and hate. Knead it into a ball and throw it into the river like a stone. It will sink completely with a "gulp".

If no one sees, no one will feel sorry.

Jiang Chen did not blame her bad luck. She covered the wound on her body that was hidden by her clothes a little slowly.

She really wanted to apologize to her mother, but she still disappointed her mother and she could not learn to love her uncle.

The salty and wet river water was icy cold, but when it hit Jiang Chen's face, she felt warm.

So she took off her shoes and held them in her hands, walking barefoot. Every step she took left an invisible footprint on the blind path, extending along the path she walked.

Several loose bicycles were parked on the blind path. Jiang Chen was caught off guard and fell down. His calves were scratched by unknown sharp parts, which tore his thin pants and bright red instantly came out.

She didn't care. She supported herself on the ground with her hands and slowly stood up. She bent down and rubbed the fallen bicycle on the ground, then put it in place with difficulty relying on her past life experience.

Then, continue walking forward.

At this time, there were only a few tired pedestrians who had just finished their night shift on the street, and no one had the energy to pay attention to her. This was also the reason why she chose this time to come out.

A strange man appeared out of nowhere, scanning the pedestrians of all kinds with a scrutinizing gaze. His expression was indifferent, not like he was looking, but more like he was observing.

Jiang Chen couldn't see, but as if she had a premonition, she suddenly turned around, met those eyes, and shook her head. She raised her hands in the air and waved them, which looked a bit funny, as if she was readjusting her position.

The man tilted his head, his irises flashing with an inhuman light. He blinked twice to return to normal, and his feet involuntarily took steps towards her.

Jiang Chen leaned forward, slightly bent, and felt the speed of the wind with his fingertips in mid-air.

She took a small step towards the windy direction, and her gently waving hand accidentally hit someone, blocking the wind that had just blown.

The three words "I'm sorry" popped up in her mind automatically. She was about to bow and apologize as usual, but her index finger seemed to be firmly hooked by another finger of a passerby, and the touch was warm and soft.

Jiang Chen looked up in some surprise, his dull eyes falling.

"Your mood swings are so severe, do you need any help?"

It was a man's voice. Jiang Chen had the most contact with her uncle, and she thought all men were like that, or at least the difference was not that big.

She almost felt like she was electrocuted and wanted to throw away the fingers that were hooked around her, her voice trembling.

"No, thank you. Can you please move aside for a moment? I have something else to do."

"Going to the river?"

"What does it have to do with you? Let me go, please let me go, please let me go..." Jiang Chen was under pressure, and his voice, which had remained soft, gradually became sharp and went off track.

"I'm sorry, but you're not in the right mood to go to the river right now. I can't allow your request."

Although he said so, the man's strength was obviously reduced intentionally, and he just lightly hooked her fingertips, but his posture of protecting her did not relax at all.

But she was so immersed in her emotions that she didn't notice it.

Jiang Chen was physiologically repelled, and she gently struggled to free herself from his tightly gripping fingers.

Inertia caused her to stumble and fall, and she couldn't tell the direction and didn't know where to find support.

Even though she couldn't see with her eyes, she closed them and kept her hands ready to cushion the pain of the fall.

The next second, a hand protected the back of her head, and the man's head rested lightly on her shoulder. She and him were now perfectly fitted together.

Her eyes widened, her breath was held, and her movements were sluggish.

This was the hug she had always expected, one that had no possessive or controlling intent, but simply enveloped her completely.

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