I couldn't go back after dark, so I stayed in his hospital room for the night.

This excuse instantly put Qi Yanjue on guard; similar scenes, similar words.

More than a year ago, she said, "Don't go back after dark. Just spend the night in my ward."

This compromise cost him his marriage. Qi Yanjue asked with a grim expression, "Song Yueying, what are you up to now?"

"My plan is to spend the night in your hospital room and leave as soon as it's light tomorrow," Song Yueying repeated her purpose.

He answered quite frankly, walked past Qi Yanjue's hospital bed, and went directly to sit down on the empty bed inside.

Thinking she was just making excuses, Qi Yanjue gritted his teeth and said, "Song Yueying, do you think I'm that stupid? You even use the same tricks to trick me."

"When have I ever cheated you?" Song Yueying blinked blankly.

She only transmigrated today. If Qi Yanjue was really tricked, it was by the original owner of this body, not by her.

But there's no way to explain this situation.

Song Yueying searched through the original owner's memories for details of how she tricked Qi Yanjue. After searching for a long time, she found nothing; the original owner didn't even remember Qi Yanjue.

"Did I... really cheat you?" Song Yueying asked tentatively.

What she really wanted to say was, "Are you trying to scam me?" Because I don't remember you at all, let alone when I ever tricked you.

Qi Yanjue was taken aback, narrowing his eyes to scrutinize Song Yueying. She was undoubtedly Song Yueying, but why didn't she remember him?

Does he not remember him as a person, or does he not remember anything related to him?

"Have you ever had amnesia?" Qi Yanjue asked, voicing his doubts.

Amnesia! Song Yueying's eyes darted around, considering whether she should just pretend to have amnesia or something. Her gaze met Qi Yanjue's probing eyes, and alarm bells went off in her head.

Trusting her instincts, Song Yueying decisively abandoned her plan to feign amnesia. She said tactfully, "I think my amnesia isn't that severe; it's just that my memories are a bit confused."

"To put it simply, there's something wrong with my brain."

Qi Yanjue blurted out, "Are you out of your mind?"

Song Yueying felt that Qi Yanjue's words were an insult to her, so she retorted, "You're the one who's mentally ill."

"You said yourself that you have some problems with your brain, so isn't that just being mentally ill?" Qi Yanjue hadn't realized that this was an insult.

"Who told you your memory is confused? Are you out of your mind?" Song Yueying didn't want to waste her breath explaining to Qi Yanjue, so she simply handed him over to the professionals.

"If you don't have this knowledge, go ask someone who does, Dr. Zhao."

Qi Yanjue neither said he would ask nor wouldn't; he looked at Song Yueying thoughtfully. What could cause memory confusion in a person?

Whatever the reason, memory confusion is not an excuse for her staying in his hospital room.

He hadn't forgotten that this woman was adept at feigning weakness while scheming against people.

"Get out." Qi Yanjue told them to leave immediately.

In both her past and present lives, this was the first time she had ever been chased away, and by the very person she had saved. A fire ignited in Song Yueying's heart. Ingratitude and ungrateful people were never lacking in any era.

She even thought he was a soldier and an upright person.

"No." Song Yueying, her stubbornness flaring up, directly contradicted him. She then unilaterally decided to end the conversation, lay down on the empty hospital bed, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Actually, she hadn't eaten dinner yet and was very hungry, but she was too tired to move.

Qi Yanjue's face turned ashen with anger.

Suppressing the urge to throw her out, Qi Yanjue said in a deep voice, "You'll be away from here for about three hours, as long as you don't linger on the road. Three hours is enough time for you to reach a small team."

Song Yueying's response was... no response.

Staring at the woman lying on the empty hospital bed with her back to him, Qi Yanjue felt a mixture of resentment and disgust, his thoughts drifting back to more than a year ago.

That evening, he had also been through a fierce battle and suffered minor injuries.

Unsure how many enemies lurked in the shadows, and worried about losing the data he had painstakingly retrieved again, he decided not to return to the guesthouse but to go directly to the train station to catch a train and leave.

They encountered Song Yueying, who had fainted from hunger, on the road and took her to the hospital.

He learned from the doctor that she had fainted from hunger, so he went to the cafeteria and bought her a bowl of porridge.

When Song Yueying woke up, she was very grateful to him and said she wanted to repay him. At the time, he thought she was a grateful person and didn't take it seriously.

After finishing her porridge, Song Yueying said to him, "Don't go back after dark. Just spend the night in my ward."

He knew that sharing a hospital room would damage their reputations if word got out. But he was too exhausted, and she was a woman without anyone to take care of her…

For various reasons, he made do with spending the night in her hospital room.

The next morning, she went to the toilet and came back looking evasive. In less than two minutes... the matter came to light, and he was speechless.

Realizing he had been tricked by her, he could only swallow his anger and resentment.

The knocking on the door pulled Qi Yanjue back to reality. Thinking it was Dr. Zhao returning, he said, "Come in."

The ward door opened, and a young man in a police uniform stood in the doorway. His gaze swept back and forth between the two hospital beds inside the room.

His young face was full of struggle.

Both hospital beds were occupied. The one on the outer bed belonged to a man, not the person he had contacted. The one on the inner bed belonged to a woman, but she had her back to the door.

The clothes he was wearing looked somewhat similar, so he couldn't be sure if it was Comrade Song.

The police officer fixed his gaze on Qi Yanjue's face, smiled at him, and then asked, "Hello, comrade! Is Comrade Song in this ward?"

Before Qi Yanjue could answer, Song Yueying, who was lying on the hospital bed inside, heard someone asking her a question, turned over and sat up, facing the door of the ward.

"Comrade Song." Upon seeing Song Yueying's bright and beautiful face, the young policeman immediately walked towards her, a delighted smile spreading across his face. "I've finally found you."

"What do you want with me?" Song Yueying asked, puzzled.

"I'm bringing you dinner." The police officer walked up to Song Yueying and handed her the lunchbox he was carrying.

The police officers remembered that she hadn't eaten dinner and brought her some. This was something Song Yueying hadn't expected at all, and she was so surprised that she forgot to reach out and take the lunchbox.

Seeing that she wouldn't take the lunchbox, the police officer explained, "Because you are a woman, we didn't feel comfortable inviting you when we went to the cafeteria for meals, for fear of making a bad impression."

Knowing he had misunderstood, Song Yueying reached out and took the lunchbox, sincerely thanking him, "Thank you for coming all this way."

The thoughtfulness of the police officers warmed Song Yueying's heart.

The police officer waved his hand repeatedly, blushing slightly, and said, "You're welcome, you're welcome. You've helped us so much, we're very grateful to you."

Song Yueying said, "It was nothing, you don't need to worry about it."

The police officer shook his head and said, "No, no, no, we all know the situation clearly. Without your help, Comrade Song, we definitely wouldn't have been able to solve this major case."