She really is my biological mother.
My father is her ex-husband, Ye Qizheng.
My family of three used to live happily in a house with a lawn in the suburbs of New York. They loved me very much, and I loved them too.
Later, the appearance of a beautiful woman shattered the happiness and peace of our family of three.
She was her father's fiancée in China; the engagement was arranged by the older generation.
My parents started arguing and giving each other the silent treatment because of her. My fiancée would always wipe away tears and apologize in front of my father, looking very aggrieved.
One day, my mother was carrying a suitcase and was about to take me away when my father snatched me from her arms and said something very harsh to her. My mother then left alone.
Later, my fiancée took me to the park. She said she was going to buy me ice cream and told me not to wander off and to wait for her where I was.
I waited for a long time, but she never came back. Then someone took me away.
My last memory is of a towering mountain that terrifies me. I can't see the top of it, and for a small child like me, it evokes a sense of colossal fear.
The black crows made eerie cries. I ran, fell, got up, and ran again in the valley... My hands and feet were bleeding, and I kept calling out "Dad, Mom" in my mouth.
"Mr. Ye has spoken, sparing her life."
I tripped over a vine, fell, and tumbled downwards...
Suddenly jolted awake, I panicked and opened my eyes to a blinding white expanse.
My consciousness tells me that I am not dreaming, and those images are memories from when I was three years old.
I am the stillborn daughter of Ye Qizheng and Ouyang Jinghua.
In my memory, my father's fiancée is now his wife. I met her once two years ago at a spa.
She deliberately lost me. My grandfather ordered someone to kidnap me. Their purpose was probably to use my "death" to break up my parents and make my father marry her.
I gasped, closed my eyes, and took a long time to catch my breath.
Old Ye turned out to be my biological grandfather.
Two years ago, he made me "die" again, and now he's trying to kill me again.
Is he really that intolerant of me?
Oh, and he also wants to donate my heart to his other granddaughter, Ye An'an. If it weren't for Fu Yanshen, I would have died long ago.
In my past life, the tragedy between Fu Yanshen and me was also caused by him.
If he hadn't taken my heart in my past life, Fu Yanshen wouldn't have gone to his death in my place, forced me to divorce him, made me hate him, and made me reborn with misunderstandings and hatred towards him.
After many twists and turns, and many hardships, we almost died in his pursuit again...
I clenched my fists tighter and tighter, gritted my teeth, and felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, as if a nail was being drilled into it.
The man's hoarse murmur grew softer and softer, lulling me into a deep sleep.
*
On the tenth day of Sheng Qiaoqiao's coma, Fu Yanshen had lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were sunken, and his eye sockets were even deeper.
Against the backdrop of black hair, the gray hairs that were originally well hidden also quietly revealed themselves.
Joanna entered the ward carrying large bags and small packages. Seeing her once handsome and noble cousin looking so haggard and disheveled, she couldn't help but sigh.
Fortunately, there was still light in his eyes. When he took a towel to wipe the unconscious Sheng Qiaoqiao's hands, he did so with great interest, as if he were wiping some treasure.
As she watched this scene, the illusory and ethereal love depicted in books and song lyrics came to life.
"Brother, you should take care of yourself too. Your hair is turning white like an old man's." Joanna patted his shoulder and teased him, "I brought hair dye, I'll dye it for you."
She also brought several brand-new changes of clothes. Joanna was always proud to have such a distinguished cousin, and she wanted to take good care of him.
"No need, Qiaoqiao will be unhappy. She'll help me dye it when she wakes up."
Fu Yanshen didn't even look up; he was holding nail clippers and carefully trimming the hangnails that had grown next to Sheng Qiaoqiao's nails.
He said it casually.
Anna: "..."
She's his cousin, and she can't even touch him?
abnormal.
Joanna rolled her eyes at the back of his head, too lazy to be a third wheel and annoy him, picked up her bag that she had just put down and left.
*
On the twelfth day of her coma, Sheng Qiaoqiao finally opened her eyes.
Fu Yanshen wasn't overjoyed; he simply smiled faintly, pinching her cheek, "Qiaoqiao, you've finally decided to wake up?"
The woman on the hospital bed looked at him timidly with her watery eyes, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Who...who are you?"
The man's mind went blank for a moment, and his brows furrowed suddenly. He couldn't help but recall what her attending physician had said: she might lose some of her memories.
Has he really forgotten him?
That bastard, how dare you forget him?
He glanced at her with a mixture of love and anger, "I'm your husband, your man, who am I..."
As he spoke, he pressed the call bell by the bedside.
...
Medical staff filed in and out in single file.
The doctor determined that the blood clot in her hippocampus might not have been completely absorbed by the body, and the resulting amnesia was a normal phenomenon.
Apart from being a little weak, Sheng Qiaoqiao's health was otherwise normal.
To Fu Yanshen's dismay, after he asked her a series of questions, Sheng Qiaoqiao remembered almost everyone she had known before, but forgot him.
She remembered that her name was Sheng Qiaoqiao, and even knew that she had been disguised as Jiang Shuyi. She remembered everything that had happened in the past two years.
Fu Yanshen: "Ji Yan?"
"I remember, he's my childhood friend and best buddy."
"Song Siluo?"
"Bestie, sis!"
“Song Si…” Fu Yanshen mentioned this name, his eyes growing darker as he stared intently at her.
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