After Joey hung up the phone, the atmosphere in the ward froze.
It's both good news and bad news.
The good news is that Nian Nian is alright.
The bad news is that Niannian has amnesia and doesn't remember any of them.
She doesn't remember her maternal grandfather, her brothers... or Si Boye.
However, while everyone was still processing these events, Si Boye had already quickly calmed down.
A deep, desolate silence filled my eyes.
He pressed the nurse call button above the hospital bed and had the IV needle that he had pulled off put back in.
Joey is right. He needs to recover his health before he can go to the United States to find her.
*
Hughes School.
Lunchtime.
Jiang Nian carried her tray and found a corner to sit down, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses on her nose.
The long, curled eyelashes, hidden away, cast a shadow on the eyelids.
Given her actions that morning—putting her head on a trash can in front of everyone and then kicking the Jones family's young master aside—many other students in the restaurant were discussing her identity.
They cast glances at me furtively.
Jiang Ren stood silently not far from her, looking in their direction.
Will Jones was also in the restaurant, not far from Jiang Nian.
With resentment and unwillingness on his face, he scraped his fork against the plate, making a harsh sound.
Jiang Nian simply ignored it.
He stabbed a piece of potato with a fork, put it in his mouth, and his face remained expressionless.
But the next second, another plate was placed in the seat opposite him.
She looked up and saw the girl she had met in the restroom earlier that day.
"Hi."
Joey's eyes crinkled into crescents, her expression both familiar and innocent.
"Excuse me, may I sit here and have lunch with you?"
The girl had golden curly hair that reached her waist, and her features were delicate and cute like a porcelain doll, exuding an innocent and naive charm.
A pair of bright green eyes, like glass, looked over with undisguised expectation, making it hard to say no.
Before Jiang Nian could agree, Joey took out two more Häagen-Dazs strawberry ice creams and placed one in front of Jiang Nian.
She blinked.
"I think you'll like this, please have some."
The people in the restaurant were astonished.
This Mellon family heiress just transferred to the school today.
It is said that she always kept to herself and never spoke to anyone.
But now, he is sitting across from this Chinese transfer student.
Jiang Nian glanced at the ice cream handed to her.
—She does indeed like strawberry ice cream.
I don't know how the person on the other end knew.
"Please sit down."
Jiang Nian didn't find the girl annoying.
With a nonchalant expression, she said, "Thank you for the ice cream."
Okay~
Joey's smile became even sweeter.
Her voice carried a hint of excitement and playfulness.
"I knew you wouldn't hate me."
"--Miss."
Jiang Ren had appeared at some point.
His height of 1.9 meters was striking, and his brows were furrowed. His gaze towards Joey revealed hostility.
If he remembered correctly, this Joey Mellon had been to China and had a past relationship with the young lady.
But now, she acted as if she was also meeting the young lady for the first time.
Will she tell Miss about those things in China?
Joey glanced at Jiang Ren and tilted her head: "Nian, is this your bodyguard?"
He looked somewhat frightened.
"He didn't seem to welcome me sitting here."
Jiang Ren remained unmoved and lowered his head to say to Jiang Nian, "...Miss, the master said he doesn't want you to get too close to other people."
Jiang Nian suddenly stopped holding the fork.
He raised his head, his voice tinged with coldness.
"Does simply sitting down and having lunch with me mean we're close?"
"Then what does it mean that you stay by my side every day?"
Jiang Ren froze.
"I just want to have a meal."
"Don't interfere with even this little bit of my freedom."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ren subconsciously clenched his fist and silently replied, "...Yes, Miss."
Seeing the man walk away, Joey bit her lip and looked up at Jiang Nian with her fair face.
Her voice was soft: "Nian, should I not have come? Will this bring you bad luck?"
“No,” Jiang Nian said, turning her gaze away. “You eat.”
“Your father seems to be very strict with you, just like my father is with me,” Joey pouted, poking at the muffin on her plate with some dissatisfaction. “He’s so strict with us, it’s like we’re bad kids.”
Lu Zhaokun was indeed very strict with her from childhood to adulthood.
He only allows her to do the right thing.
Jiang Nian stirred the mushroom soup in her bowl and said calmly, "Your father is just worried about you getting hurt."
“No, that’s not it,” Joey tilted her head, pouting even more. “He’s just used to being a dictator and doesn’t allow anyone to question his authority.”
“If I have the chance, I will definitely move out of the house and escape his control.”
Jiang Nian paused.
She looked up and glanced at Joey.
Is it a coincidence?
Her thoughts were voiced by the girl in front of her.
*
evening.
Jiang Nian walked into the house carrying her bag.
A sumptuous dinner was prepared on the table, and the maids stood in two rows with their heads down, guarding the side.
Lu Zhaokun, sitting at the dining table, wore a dark-colored long robe that accentuated his tall and broad figure. Even in his wheelchair, he maintained a refined and aloof demeanor, his slender hands flipping through documents.
Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at her: "School's out?"
Jiang didn't even look up, and simply replied, "Mm."
"Are you adjusting well to school?" Lu Zhaokun asked casually, yet his aura was overwhelmingly authoritative. "Have you made any new friends?"
Jiang Nian immediately stopped in her tracks.
Look at the man in the wheelchair.
It was as if he were stating something extremely ordinary.
"You should know whether it's true or not."
Lu Zhaokun's expression remained unchanged.
I just asked her to come over.
The girl took a deep breath and squatted down next to the wheelchair.
The man's large hand covered her face, his fingertips gently caressing the corner of her lips.
He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought: "Are you angry that you let Jiang Ren follow you?"
Jiang Nian didn't say anything.
“Then starting tomorrow, we won’t let him come along.”
"...Don't be angry, be good."
Lu Zhaokun's voice was low and seductive.
No one else in the world would make him speak in that tone.
"I want to move out."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaokun stopped moving instantly.
Jiang Nian raised her head, looked into the man's dark, deep eyes, and repeated herself.
"I want to move out and live alone."
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