Chapter 15 Chapter 15 The Long Road to Chasing My Wife
I didn’t expect Qiao Zhishi to be so fast.
The Union Police Department contacted them and asked them to pick up the person.
Pei Shuyu was ill, and it was Fu Zhouxing who went to pick him up. When Guan Zicen finally came into view, his eyes instantly turned red, his lips trembled, and his words were stuck in his throat, turning into a trembling call.
Finally, they took him to the hospital. Uncle Guan bowed repeatedly to thank Pei Shuyu and even held Guan Zicen down to bow as well. No matter how Fu Zhouxing tried to stop him, it was useless. Pei Shuyu was lying on the hospital bed, so anxious that he almost jumped up, and Uncle Guan finally gave up.
"Hey, there's no need to be so polite, Uncle Guan." Pei Shuyu said with a smile.
Uncle Guan continued to thank Guan Zicen repeatedly, but seeing that he was just standing there doing nothing, he gave him a smack on the head, "Don't you know how to say thank you? It's all thanks to me this time, you little brat!"
"Ahhh, Dad, I know, I know, please stop hitting me, it hurts." Guan Zicen bared his teeth and screamed while dodging his father's iron fist.
There was quite a commotion here, and the other members of the Saifan group in the next ward rushed over. The small ward was instantly packed with people, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Uncle Guan introduced these people to Guan Zicen one by one.
Then, during this day, Guan Zicen gained many nominal brothers and uncles.
Pei Shuyu lay quietly on the bed, watching this happy scene, feeling relieved. Although he didn't know what method Qiao Zhishi used to make his elder brother give in, at least he was rescued.
As for Guan Zicen's story about the gland trade, it remains to be seen. If Guan Zicen misheard, he will be charged with false accusation. If the gland trade is true, then Guan Zicen is in even greater danger. Any military secret could be a cover-up, intended to silence someone.
Now that Guan Zicen has been released, perhaps the person behind the scenes knew that Guan Zicen's photos were of no value. They took a lot of them, but none of them contained any key information.
So it doesn't matter if we let him go, no one will believe it.
A heavy worry quietly spread and enveloped Pei Shuyu's heart.
The phone screen suddenly lit up in Pei Shuyu's palm. Qiao Zhishi's message was brief and direct: [The person has been released. You promised me to stay away from Lu Hean.]
Pei Shuyu's fingertips hovered over the keyboard, editing and revising. He desperately wanted to know how Qiao Zhishi had managed to wrench his eldest brother's ironclad order. In the end, all his questions condensed into a single word: "Okay."
Sent successfully.
On the other side of the screen, Qiao Zhishi breathed a sigh of relief, but then met his brother Qiao Songyan's cold gaze and immediately became timid.
"Brother..." Qiao Zhishi's voice was weak and a little aggrieved, "I'm just scared! What if Pei Shuyu is really forced into a corner and runs to find He An? What if He An... remembers something, won't it be even more troublesome? No... He An and I still have to have our wedding..." He glanced at Qiao Songyan's face and tried to act coquettishly, "Please, brother, don't be angry..."
Qiao Songyan glanced at his smartass brother with disdain. He actually… faked his instructions and let the beta go. He was quite courageous.
idiot.
Fortunately, the tip we just received confirmed that the photos taken by the beta were worthless, a pile of garbage. He waved his hand irritably, as if to shoo away flies.
"roll."
"Oh oh." Qiao Zhishi felt as if he had been pardoned and quickly slipped away.
Qiao Songyan leaned back in his chair, drumming his knuckles on the table. Uneasy. He pressed the intercom, his voice calm, "Send someone to keep a close eye on that beta named Guan Zicen. If there's any unusual movement—" He paused, his tone grim, "Just keep him alive."
After hanging up the phone, he picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it to the ground, sending pieces flying everywhere.
Lu Hean alone made this idiot turn his elbow outward.
My father is also extremely stupid.
Is the Lu family so easy to control? You're delusional enough to expect them to give up so many benefits just through a marriage.
If only he wasn't an omega, if only he were an alpha...
Qiao Songyan became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, so he dialed the internal line.
"Schedule me for 3 to 5 pm, huh."
…
It was almost dusk when Lu Hean returned to his penthouse apartment from the boxing gym.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights came on, and the neon lights dyed the cold glass with ambiguous colors.
He didn't turn on the main light, only a wall lamp in the entrance hall. The dim light cut through his sharply defined profile, making him appear somewhat unpredictable. Lu Hean sat there for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked straight to the study. His footsteps were almost silent on the thick carpet, but one could tell he was walking with an eagerness.
When the housekeeper came in with the warm milk, he saw Lu Hean standing in front of the tall bookshelf. His slender fingers ran across the rows of book spines, and his sharp eyes scanned the book titles and the marks on the spines, as if he was looking for something.
A low pressure hung over him, and pheromones drifted faintly, like the scent of Bordeaux red wine. With a subtle hint of anxiety, he rampaged through the room.
"Young master, what are you looking for? Do you need my help?" The butler put the milk on the desk and asked respectfully.
Ever since the young master lost his memory, he started coming back here under the arrangement of President Lu. After breaking up with that girl, the young master bought a property outside and never came here again.
Perhaps because he was worried that the young master would remember something when he returned to the property, the president asked him to come back and take care of the young master's daily life.
The butler sighed silently.
Lu Hean paused for a moment, without turning back, and said in a calm voice: "Nothing, just looking for something." His fingers stopped on a diary, pulled it out, and flipped through a few pages at random. The paper made a slight rustling sound, which was particularly clear in the overly quiet space.
There was silence for a few seconds.
Lu Hean closed the book and casually tossed it back onto the shelf with a dull thud. He turned, his back to the dazzling night scene outside the French window, his entire body shrouded in shadow, but his gaze was curious as he looked at the housekeeper.
"Uncle Lin." He spoke in a low voice, "Did I... have a boyfriend before?"
Lin Bo's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained the calmness acquired through decades of training.
He knew the young master had lost his memory, and he also knew that the Qiao family was trying hard to facilitate a marriage between the young master and Young Master Qiao Zhishi. He lowered his eyelids, avoiding Lu Hean's overly direct gaze, and answered cautiously, "Yes, young master. You and Young Master Qiao Zhishi were in a relationship."
"Qiao Zhishi..." Lu Hean repeated the name in a dull voice, his tone flat, as if he was reading a stranger's name.
It’s Qiao Zhishi again…
Everyone told him that he liked Qiao Zhishi and that he and Qiao Zhishi had dated before, so it was natural for them to get married now.
"Then who is chasing whom?"
Uncle Lin choked at this overly direct question. Young Master... never asked such a question before. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead as he mumbled, "Young Master, this... this is your private matter. I... really don't know the details."
Lu Hean stared at him, his deep eyes like a cold pond in the dim light, as if he could see through people's hearts.
He didn't continue to ask the previous question, but changed it, his tone still calm: "Has he ever been to our house? I mean, did I bring him here before I lost my memory?"
Uncle Lin's breathing nearly stopped. He subconsciously felt the young master's question was a trap, but he had to uphold the "facts" the Qiao family had given him. He gritted his teeth, his voice a little tense: "...he has taken care of it. Young Master Qiao...he comes here often." He didn't dare to go into too much detail, for fear of making mistakes.
Lu Hean's gaze stayed on Lin Bo's slightly tense shoulders and flickering eyes for two seconds, and then he said "Oh" lightly.
The "Oh" was light and airy, but it was like a heavy stone hitting Lin Bo's heart. Lu Hean didn't ask any more questions. He walked to the desk and picked up the cup of warm milk.
The temperature of the cup wall passed through his fingertips, but he could not feel any warmth.
After the housekeeper left, he took out the diary again.
This diary has stopped recording since a few years ago.
There is only one record in the content, which was when he first went to college.
There are only a few lines of words.
Found him.
Who is he and who is he looking for?
Lu Hean closed the diary irritably.
From the butler's stiff answer, Lu Hean almost immediately confirmed one thing - before he lost his memory, he definitely had never had a so-called love affair with the Omega named Qiao Zhishi.
As for taking it home, that's nonsense.
The housekeeper is lying.
Why would he lie? What is everyone hiding?
The phone in my pocket vibrated at the right moment, breaking the suffocating silence.
Lu Hean put down the milk cup and took out his cell phone.
It was a message from Yu Jingheng: [He An, come out for a drink? The same place?]
Lu Hean's finger hovered over the screen for a moment and replied: [Wait a few days. I just want to stay at home and rest for the next two days.]
After sending the message, he casually dropped his phone on the table with a slight sound.
Leaning back into the wide sofa, fatigue surged over me like a tide, but my mind was unusually clear.
He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, but another figure broke in uncontrollably.
It was not Qiao Zhishi's delicate and beautiful face with a deliberately flattering look.
But it was the man I caught at the gym today.
The man who took a secret photo of him, said he liked him, and had a refreshing cedar scent.
But liking him might be a made-up idea.
The smell of that pheromone...clean, cold, and with an indescribable sense of familiarity, like the wind blowing from the depths of the ice field, instantly penetrating the chaotic fog of his memory and stirring up a subtle but clear ripple.
Unlike Qiao Zhishi's sweet, delicately blended floral scent, that person's aura was raw, pure, and held a... paradoxical allure.
He remembered this person, an alpha.
Why did his pheromones make her feel a little... familiar?
That pheromone, like a key, hung over the abyss of memory, tempting him to capture it.
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