After the meeting, everyone went about their own business. In the workspace, Jian Yan took out the 2011 Autumn Collection illustrations.
Okay, time to shoot some big-budget films and make videos again.
Some are busy.
In the afternoon, an acquaintance came into the coffee shop. She handed Xue Qiandai an invitation.
Su Qianhui.
"This May Day, I will be having my wedding with Mr. Jin. I welcome you to grace us with your presence."
Xue Qiandai toyed with the invitation, staring at the face that resembled her own three-tenths. "So, you've finally achieved your wish of marrying into a wealthy family."
Su Qianhui sipped her coffee, her gaze drifting between distant and distant views, occasionally glancing at the street scene. "Sister, do you know how much I envied and resented you since I was little! Even though I also have the surname Xue, I can't use it. I'm born into a wealthy family, but I live the life of a fake heiress. The wealthy family is my ultimate destination."
Xue Qiandai smiled, thinking, "Some people just don't know how to be grateful. You're too concerned about those vain things. Apart from the surname, your father has never mistreated you. Didn't he pave the way for your rise to stardom?"
"Actually, so what if you're a top celebrity? I've had enough of those days of being exposed to the scorching sun, soaking in cold water, and not being able to remove my makeup for more than ten hours at a time until my face is allergic. I just want to marry into a glamorous family. Sister, if you can end up with Mr. Huo, won't you be marrying into a wealthy family just like me?"
Everyone has their own aspirations, so Xue Qiandai didn't force her. She simply asked, "Then, do you love Jin Heng?"
Su Qianhui smiled, a hint of allure in her eyes, as beautiful as a flower and as lovely as the moon. "Sister, do you know? I've known Jin Heng since I was a child. That day, Dad and Jin Heng's father were talking business, and I was watching Jin Heng from afar. He was about to go abroad, and he looked very sad. I even comforted him. He said I was a little fairy sent from heaven."
Xue Qiandai concluded the conversation with a single sentence: "Congratulations on marrying for love. I will attend your wedding in place of your father, as you wish."
*
That evening, Huo Yunchao appeared at the coffee shop. He brought good news. "Huang Lufei has agreed to hypnotize Madam Zhao once. As for whether she can awaken her memories, it all depends on luck."
Xue Qiandai was overjoyed. "When?" she asked impatiently.
"Three days later. Zhao Sheng has an economic summit forum that day. I was originally invited, but I had already informed the organizing committee in advance that I would not be going."
Xue Qiandai's eyes sparkled. "Thank you, beauty."
Huo Yunchao pointed to his cheek, "We don't need to say thank you. Here, waiting for the nourishment of love."
*
On the third day of March, Mrs. Zhao, accompanied by Xue Qiandai and Huo Yunchao, entered Lu Fei Psychological Counseling Clinic.
Upon seeing Xue Qiandai again, Huang Lufei's expression was priceless. "Should I call you Miss Rong or Miss Xue? My career is about to end in your hands. Please, have mercy!"
Huo Yunchao squeezed Xue Qiandai's palm. What a Miss Rong! Why not Mrs. Huo or Madam Huo?
Xue Qiandai smiled at Huo Yunchao: "You don't know how hard it is to get an appointment with Dr. Huang. I only managed to get one through Rong Xiao's connections."
"Dr. Huang, a psychologist should point out the path to enlightenment for patients, enabling them to achieve spiritual freedom and ease. Believe me, you are creating a miracle that can be written into your resume today."
Mrs. Zhao had visited the psychological clinic more than once, but today she was the most uneasy. She looked around anxiously, holding onto Xue Qiandai's hand tightly. "Dr. Huang, can Dai Dai come in with me?"
Huang Lufei had no choice but to nod in agreement.
In the hypnosis room, some relaxing bergamot and white tea aromatherapy was lit, and Mrs. Zhao lay down on the recliner.
Exhale and relax.
"Imagine sending a beautiful light to him from your heart chakra, so that he may receive it in a pure and bright light, and be enveloped in the light of hope. This is your unconditional gift, because you love him deep in your soul."
Madam Zhao's breathing became more even, and she entered a clear and tranquil state.
At this moment, Xue Qiandai held Madam Zhao's hand in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, on which were written some keywords. Huang Lufei turned these words into hypnotic rhetoric.
"You two first met in a small clothing store on the Second Ring Road, where you were desperately searching for a new dress with a lining."
He said he was willing to accept that there was another person in your heart; he was willing to wait until the day you fell in love with him.
“A little life came into the world. She was so soft and tiny. You named her Qiandai.”
...
Memories replayed, poured in, and flooded into the brain little by little.
Mrs. Zhao recalled their first meeting at the clothing store. The young man had said that their store updated its stock very quickly, and suggested exchanging contact information. He even asked for her name at the end, to which she replied, "Ji Jiaying."
Memories are still being pieced together bit by bit.
She learned that Zhao Sheng had concealed his marital history. Having received strict upbringing, she would never interfere in someone else's marriage. Though heartbroken, she still decided to leave him. However, that day, Zhao Sheng wouldn't let her leave; he forced himself on her.
The scene changes again.
She had drunk too much, with Xue Jingnian by her side. He said she was the best woman in the world, and whoever married her would be incredibly lucky. She suddenly asked him if he would marry her, even if she had someone else in her heart. He said he would.
Memories surge forth even more intensely.
They had a child. Xue Jingnian said that it's good to have a nickname for a child, so let's name our daughter Little Money Bag, so she'll have lots of money in the future. She laughed and said, that's too tacky. How about Qian Dai, Qian as in ten thousand and Daiyu as in Daiyu.
Memories are stained with blood.
She remembered plunging the fruit knife into the woman's chest. Terrified, she called Zhao Sheng. When Zhao Sheng arrived, he said he would make it look like a suicide, so he finished her off with another stab. In the pool of blood, she saw the woman's outstretched hand and her pleading eyes. But it was too late.
She suffers from severe depression and believes she is a twin sister. One moment she is Ji Jiaying, the next she is Ji Wanying. Xue Jingnian is helpless and decides to let go, allowing her to be with Zhao Sheng.
Madam Zhao sat up abruptly, panting heavily, sweat pouring down her forehead.
“Dai Dai, my daughter, I am your mother, I am Ji Jiaying.”
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