Chapter 165 An old-fashioned storyline of running away with the baby.
Qu He reluctantly withdrew her gaze. "Just looking around out of curiosity."
The two continued walking towards the small house.
Although Zhuang Bieyan was still holding her hand as before, Qu He keenly sensed that since Shang Shijin appeared, his mood had clearly become depressed and tense.
She quickened her pace. "That Shang Shijin, is he the man Liuyue was betrothed to before?"
"Um."
“You told me yesterday that after you returned from England four years ago, you brought Sister Liuyue and Xiaoxi back to the Zhuang family. But now it seems that this President Shang still has feelings for Sister Liuyue.”
He doesn't deserve it.
With suppressed anger, Zhuang Bieyan summarized that passionate and hateful past in just a few words.
It turns out that the reason Zhuang Bieyan agreed to the marriage with Zhuang Liuyue was because she had liked Shang Shijin since childhood. For the first five years after their marriage, the two had a very good relationship and were a well-known loving couple in the industry.
It wasn't until their sixth wedding anniversary that they encountered that accident at sea.
After the accident, Zhuang Liuyue suffered a miscarriage, and Shang Shijin disappeared. Six months later, when Shang Shijin was found, he was with a pregnant stranger.
Since then, their relationship has been in crisis and has broken down.
When Zhuang Bieyan returned to power, the first thing he did was to bring Zhuang Liuyue, who was pregnant and heartbroken, back to the Zhuang family.
Qu He listened with a heavy heart, and suddenly a crucial question came to mind: "Does President Shang know about Xiao Xi's existence?"
Zhuang Bieyan shook his head, then nodded, "A year ago, he somehow found out about it."
Qu He stared in surprise, her eyes wide.
This old-fashioned scenario of dribbling and running away with the ball actually happened right here in my neighborhood.
But beyond the shock, there was even more heartache for Zhuang Liuyue.
Who would have thought that the seemingly carefree and energetic Miss Zhuang, who always appears so energetic and outgoing, has such a past?
After letting go of a ten-year relationship, no one but her can truly understand the pain behind it.
"So, President Shang came here hoping to recover Liu Yue's memories through hypnosis?" Qu He speculated.
"I won't give him that chance."
As they talked, they arrived in front of the small house.
After I rang the doorbell, the door opened from the inside out, and a handsome young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat stood in the doorway.
Qu He looked at him and silently took a step back.
I admit you're somewhat attractive, but I still hope that the person treating me is bald.
However, after the man nodded slightly to Zhuang Bieyan, he stepped aside.
Then, an elderly man with a long white beard and dressed in a modern Chinese style appeared behind them.
Qu He's eyes lit up, and she immediately took two big steps forward.
This tastes just right!
Qu He was led to the consultation room by the white-bearded doctor.
Although it's called a consultation room, it's more like a living room.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a lush backyard, with ivy covering the walls, its green color shining brightly in the sunlight.
A retro two-story floor-to-ceiling bookshelf stands against the wall, filling the room with the aroma of books.
Qu He and Zhuang Bieyan sat down on the sofa opposite the doctor.
The white-bearded doctor adjusted his reading glasses, his kind gaze falling on Qu He, and smiled slightly: "Ayan said you want to try hypnosis?"
Ah Yan?
This intimate address startled Qu He, who subconsciously looked at the man beside her.
Zhuang Bieyan explained in a low voice, "This is Grandpa Yu."
Depressed?
Qu He immediately thought of the traditional Chinese medicine books on the low cabinet when she entered the room, and a thought flashed through her mind.
She exclaimed softly, "Is that Granny Yan's husband?"
Zhuang Bieyan nodded in confirmation.
Qu He felt a surge of respect.
She greeted him respectfully, "Hello, Grandpa Yu."
Grandpa Yu smiled and waved his hand, his gaze gentle yet insightful: "Good child, tell Grandpa, why do you want to try hypnosis? Could it be that you're like that Shang kid, trying to recover past memories?"
When he mentioned the word "business," he seemed unintentional, but his eyes glanced at Zhuang Bieyan out of the corner of his eye.
As expected, Zhuang Bieyan's face immediately darkened.
“Grandpa Yu, if Zhuang Liuyue finds out that you’re secretly helping Shang Shijin regain his memory, I guarantee she’ll come tomorrow with a gasoline can and burn all those precious banners at your door to the ground.”
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Yu's composure vanished instantly, and he practically jumped up to get close to Zhuang Bieyan.
He lowered his voice, sounding somewhat anxious: "Oh dear! I can't tell you, I can't tell you! I've kept this a complete secret from my wife! How did you all have to run into this?"
He rubbed his hands together, his tone softening, "That child is also a pitiful person. He knelt in front of my door for three days and three nights without fail. Even an iron body can't withstand that. Besides, the connection between A-Yue and him has never been severed."
"When did you start believing in metaphysics? Do you dare say such things to Yu Shan's face?" Zhuang Bieyan interrupted him rudely.
Grandpa Yu's face stiffened, as if his lifeline had been seized. He waved his hands repeatedly, his voice even lower: "Oh dear! You know how Shan Shan feels about A Yue! What would happen if he found out? We can't say a word, we can't say a word!"
Qu He couldn't help but burst out laughing as she watched Grandpa Yu instantly switch from a composed, divine doctor to a humorous old man.
Hearing her laughter, Grandpa Yu immediately cleared his throat, stroked his beard, and instantly regained his air of a wise hermit. He said seriously, "Alright, let's get back to the point. Little girl, tell me about your situation."
The formal consultation began, and Zhuang Bieyan was asked to wait in the outer room by the assistant named Tianbao.
Only the two of them remained in the room, and the atmosphere was quiet.
Qu He gazed at the swaying greenery outside the French windows, slowly opening her heart and recounting the hazy, indistinct dreams and the blank spaces in her memory.
The sun was rising higher and higher, and it was almost noon.
Qu He put down her water glass, and by the time she finished explaining the general situation, Grandpa Yu's previous smile had vanished, and his expression had become serious.
"So, you hope to forcibly recall that forgotten memory through hypnosis?" Grandpa Yu asked slowly.
Qu He nodded firmly.
"Child, many times, forgetting itself is not a bad thing."
Grandpa Yu's voice was gentle and full of wisdom, like a gentle stream slowly seeping into her heart.
"You mentioned that you get a headache every time you try to recall something. This is actually the brain's self-protection mechanism. It's telling you that it might be better for you to leave some things alone for now."
Under his guidance, Qu He gradually lowered her guard and began to truly delve into the issue.
If everything is as pure and beautiful as Zhuang Bieyan described, why does Director Lian never mention what happened when she was five years old?
Why is it that the album is missing all the photos from that year?
Grandpa Yu looked at her intently, his tone carrying a hint of warning: "You must know that the weight of the truth is sometimes far heavier than we imagine. Even so, are you still willing to remember it? Even if remembering it brings more pain and distress?"
A headache returned, and Qu He swayed twice.
Grandpa Yu noticed that she was in a bad mood and immediately called Tianbao in.
Zhuang Bieyan, who had been keeping a close eye on the commotion inside, rushed in almost immediately.
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