Sang Yuwan suddenly looked up, as if frozen in place by some invisible force. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out for a long time, her expression frozen between surprise and confusion.
Rong Zhi walked over quickly and placed the plate on the bedside table.
After pressing the emergency call button, he gently grasped Sang Yuwan's wrist, his face filled with anxiety. "Wanwan, the doctor is coming right away."
Sang Yuwan blinked her eyelashes, a faint blush on her cheeks appearing and disappearing in the lamplight, like a petal just beginning to bloom in the morning light, both shy and resilient.
Her breathing rose and fell gently, each breath seemingly revealing the calm yet turbulent undercurrents within her heart.
"Rong Zhi? My husband?"
At this point, Rong Zhi couldn't deny it either.
Rong Zhi sat down, his gaze gentle and indulgent. "Wanwan, Minglang has told you everything."
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly. "We're married, so why don't I remember this at all?"
Rong Zhi's heart sank, but his face remained calm. "You've probably lost most of your memories from the last five years."
Sang Yuwan froze, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid, each inhale feeling like an effort to draw oxygen from the thin air to satisfy her heart, which was beating faster with panic.
The dean pushed the door open and came in.
Rong Zhi hurriedly got up.
After a thorough examination, the hospital director slowly said, "Second Master, Madam Bo is mostly recovered. Apart from a small portion of her memory being missing, she is otherwise fine."
Sang Yuwan frowned and asked the dean, "What did you call me?"
The dean replied respectfully, "You are the wife of the Bo family, therefore..."
"Alright, since Madam has nothing else to say, you may leave now," Rong Zhi interrupted in a low voice.
The dean felt uneasy. He felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing on his chest, making each breath heavy and difficult. His heart was beating irregularly in his chest.
Sang Yuwan has amnesia and doesn't remember her current identity.
"Yes, Second Master." The dean responded and hurriedly went out.
Thud—
The door to the ward closed gently.
Rong Zhi ladled a bowl of nutritious soup for Sang Yuwan, gently blew on it a few times, and then brought it to her lips.
Sang Yuwan tilted her head, her voice suddenly hoarse, "Rong Zhi, I am your wife, why do they call me Madam Bo?"
Rong Zhi's back stiffened, as if bound tightly by an invisible force, his muscles instantly tensing into a rigid arc.
After a two-second silence, he raised an eyebrow and explained gently.
“I used to live in the Bo family, and they all called me Second Master Bo. That’s why they call you Madam Bo.”
Sang Yuwan still felt a little strange. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she slowly asked, "Bo Xingzhi is your older brother?"
Rong Zhi's back tensed even more, every muscle standing out from the sudden tension, as if frozen in the air like a sculpture.
This sudden stiffness made his movements slow and heavy, and even his breathing seemed to become less smooth at this moment, revealing an indescribable sense of oppression and tension.
"yes."
Sang Yuwan looked at him, staring intently into his eyes, "Minglang said, Bo Xingzhi is my boss?"
Rong Zhi tightened his grip on the porcelain bowl. "Yes."
Sang Yuwan asked again, "Is he dead?"
Rong Zhi's brow twitched heavily as he thought to himself.
What did Minglang say to her?
He forced a smile. "Yes. He's been gone for three months."
Sang Yuwan felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, like a chilling gust of wind that silently pierced through her defenses. It wasn't just physical discomfort; it was more like an invisible emotional storm churning within her.
She felt something was off.
Unfortunately, I can't remember anything.
Rong Zhi picked up a spoon, stirred the nutritious soup in the bowl, and smiled, "If you don't eat soon, the baby will be hungry."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan subconsciously touched her lower abdomen with her right hand.
When Rong Zhi saw her open her mouth, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased a little.
Is it hot?
Sang Yuwan shook her head.
Perhaps it was because of the baby in her belly, or perhaps it was because they were all dishes she liked to eat.
There was hardly any food left on the plate.
Rong Zhi took a tissue to wipe her mouth, then cleaned the table and went to the small kitchen.
Minglang walked to his side with a sense of unease and asked him in a low voice, "Second Master, has Madam suspected anything?"
Rong Zhi gave him a cold glance but said nothing.
Minglang nervously sweated. "Second Master, I made you a portion too. Why don't you make do with this?"
Buzz—
The urgent ringing of a cell phone interrupted their conversation.
Minglang withdrew.
Rong Zhi was surprised to hear that the person calling was Ming Zhan, who was injured and hospitalized.
"What's up?"
Rong Zhi's face was expressionless, and his tone was somewhat cold.
"Second Master, is Wan'er awake?"
Mingzhan's voice was very hoarse, as if it had been worn down by the winds and sands of time, like the rustling of fallen leaves on the ground in autumn, or the rumble of an old train slowly passing over the tracks in the distance.
He was already seriously injured, and with the Ming family suffering one misfortune after another, he was under immense pressure.
Rong Zhi leaned against the kitchen counter, his voice cool and detached, "She's already awake."
Mingzhan, on the other end of the phone, breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's good that you're awake..."
“Mingzhan, she has amnesia.” Rong Zhi’s eyes were dark and his tone was heavy.
"Does she remember nothing?" Ming Zhan's breathing was a little heavy.
Rong Zhi's expression was solemn, his face as dark and heavy as a sky covered with dark clouds, as if he were bearing a thousand pounds of weight.
"She has no memories of the last five years."
Mingzhan was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Does she still remember you?"
Rong Zhi's brows were furrowed, forming an insurmountable mountain peak, and every wrinkle seemed to tell of his inner worries and struggles.
"She has forgotten everything about her and the Bo family."
Upon hearing this, Mingzhan didn't know whether to feel fortunate or worried.
Over the past five years, Sang Yuwan experienced a bizarre car accident. Afterwards, she met Bo Yuanshan.
Her connection with the Bo family began from there.
Rong Zhi's eyes became deep and dim, like two bottomless wells, revealing endless contemplation and melancholy.
"Is there anything else?"
Mingzhan said, "Don't worry. She'll remember."
Rong Zhi removed the phone from his ear and ended the call.
He composed himself before returning to the bedside.
Sang Yuwan had already gone to bed.
Rong Zhi called her softly, "Wanwan..."
Sang Yuwan gently lifted her eyelids.
Their eyes met.
Her eyes, which were like stars, were veiled by a thin mist.
Feeling lost and somewhat at a loss.
Rong Zhi's gaze was like a vast ocean, deep and firm, containing endless tenderness and love.
"Wanwan, whether you remember me or not, I am the one who loves you the most."
Each word squeezed from his throat seemed to come after a struggle, yet it was full of deep emotion.
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