Chapter 164 Ah He, you've been looking at him for a minute now.
The wonton stalls are bustling with activity in the early morning.
Zhuang Bieyan's other hand, which was under the table, slowly clenched into a fist after hearing what Qu He said.
He looked up and met the resolute determination and persistence in her eyes as she tried to regain her memories.
Qu He held a spoon, unconsciously skimming the shrimp skins off the surface of the soup.
"I know that what you told me is true. But I can't remember any of it."
Each time, it's like looking at my past through a layer of fog. I know there's something there, but I can't see it clearly. This feeling of not being able to touch it or see it clearly is so painful.
She looked up, her eyes like stars covered in dust, lost and dim.
Zhuang Bieyan felt a pang of pain in his heart when he looked into her eyes.
He understood what she meant; she didn't actually believe him completely. She only believed the events themselves, but couldn't accept her absence as a participant.
So I chose to personally retrieve that memory, even if it might be tainted by darkness.
This clear-headed courage made him admire it, feel sorry for it, and also fear it.
The morning hustle and bustle continued, but a silent torrent flowed between the two, slowly drifting towards that long-forgotten past.
After having breakfast and going home, I prepared to leave.
To prevent Director Lian from seeing the car, Qu He specifically instructed Zhuang Bieyan to drive it to the parking lot in front of the community service station at the village entrance.
Zhuang Bieyan felt displeased watching her sneakily get into the car.
“Ahe, we are a proper married couple.”
"I know, but this is a special case. What am I supposed to say if someone sees this and tells Director Lian?"
She had vowed to go home and divorce Zhuang Bieyan back then; she had her pride too.
Qu He got into the car and fastened her seatbelt, but Zhuang Bieyan stood outside the car door without moving.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Today is the 15th. Ah He, shouldn't you cancel your appointment with the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
Qu He paused for a moment, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.
Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow at her.
She touched her nose, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "It's been cancelled."
Yesterday, after she got home, the calendar reminded her that she needed to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the divorce procedures today. She doesn't know what she was thinking, but on a whim, she canceled it.
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her slightly reddened ears and smiled.
Vision Workshop.
The Maybach came to a smooth stop.
Qu He looked out the car window at the gate, her lips twitching.
The neon sign hanging crookedly at the entrance had a bold and vibrant color scheme; if it weren't daytime, she would have almost thought she had wandered into a late-night bar.
She tapped her finger lightly on the glass window, hesitating, "You...you didn't take me to the wrong place?"
Aren't most mental health hospitals supposed to be rigorous and solemn?
Zhuang Bieyan unbuckled his seatbelt and looked in the direction she was pointing. "What the eyes can see is not all real. You have to see what the heart sees."
This was a rather mysterious statement, and Qu He only vaguely understood it. Filled with doubt, she followed him off the bus.
However, once you enter through that unreliable entrance, the view suddenly opens up.
An outdoor corridor leads into the depths, at the end of which is an elegant duplex loft with white walls and blue tiles, exuding a Zen-like atmosphere.
A flag was planted in the courtyard at the entrance. As the wind blew, the words "See the Heart" were written on both sides of the flag.
Qu He became even more curious.
No wonder the consultation fee for a psychologist is so expensive; with this gimmick and the decor, it seems this doctor has some tricks up his sleeve.
Zhuang Bieyan led her inside, and Qu He couldn't help but look around.
Each pillar in the corridor was adorned with a red banner, but the inscription on them read:
Is it possible that people who are emotionally stable are actually the ones who are truly insane?
[As long as this sentence is long enough, there will definitely be a very intelligent person who can read it along with it.]
[Abandon personal ethics, embrace a life of immorality, reject mental exhaustion, and if necessary, just go crazy.]
[Reliable, I'm desperate for life.]
[Pomelo leaves are specially used to ward off bad luck.]
Qu He stepped forward and touched the pomelo leaf. It really was!
I started out just to admire him, but the more I looked, the more something seemed off, and my brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Is this doctor a professional?
She couldn't help but tug at Zhuang Bieyan's sleeve, pointing to the banners, "You're not lying to me, are you? Is this doctor reliable?"
He hesitated mysteriously for a long time before finally saying, "He is indeed a bit strange."
At that moment, at the other end of the corridor, the door to the house was pushed open, and a man wearing a black three-piece suit walked out.
The man had a neatly combed side-swept fringe, his hair turning slightly brown in the sunlight.
He was tall and had a perfect nine-head ratio; every step he took forward exuded an imposing aura.
He walked straight up to them and stopped. His gaze first fell on Qu He, scrutinizing her, and then lingered briefly around her.
The man's eyes were very special. At such close range, Qu He saw a deep blue sea deep in the depths of his left eye.
It turns out it has heterochromia.
He felt uneasy under that gaze.
But for some reason, he always seemed very familiar.
As I was pondering this, the light was blocked by a figure.
Zhuang Bieyan stepped forward and subtly shielded most of her body behind him, blocking the man's probing gaze.
The man's gaze quickly shifted from him to Zhuang Bieyan.
The two stared at each other in silence, their auras evenly matched.
“Ayan,” the man said in a low voice, his tone a little strange.
He seemed to catch a glimpse of Qu He behind Zhuang Bieyan out of the corner of his eye. "Your... wife?"
"It's none of your business." Qu He rarely saw Zhuang Bieyan so indifferent, even hostile, when speaking to someone.
“I am you, brother-in-law,” the man stated calmly.
Zhuang Bieyan sneered, mercilessly revealing the truth: "You're already divorced."
"She will come back."
The man's tone was firm, even somewhat obsessive.
Three sentences, but an explosion of information.
Brother-in-law?
Zhuang Liuyue's arranged marriage partner!
No wonder he looked familiar; Zhuang Xi's eyebrows and eyes do indeed resemble his.
Zhuang Bieyan gripped Qu He's hand tightly, his tone cold and hard, "Shang Shijin, but you've already forgotten her."
The man's calm face finally showed signs of emotion because of those words.
He twirled his wedding ring, emphasizing each word clearly, "Yes, I will remember."
Qu He finally realized where the strange thing she had just experienced came from.
The man's tone and rhythm were so unique; he paused at the most inappropriate places when speaking.
Moreover, each sentence is very short.
business?
She suddenly remembered the sensational news from four years ago.
The famous Pearl cruise ship was hijacked. Although no one died, the businessman heir Shang Shijin, who was on board at the time, went missing until he was found on a remote beach six months later.
It is said that he had already lost his memory and hearing at the time.
Could it be...?
Just then, the man brushed past them.
Qu He turned his head and looked over. Sure enough, the sunlight reflected off his earlobe and revealed a tiny metallic glint—it was a miniature hearing aid.
Just as I expected.
Her mind was preoccupied with that news report, and she didn't notice that Zhuang Bieyan's gaze was growing increasingly dark as he looked at her.
“Ahe, you’ve been staring at him for a full minute.”
His voice rang softly in my ears, tinged with jealousy.
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