[Quick Transmigration] Escape from Love 999 Times (Part 1) “He should be…
After arriving at the bureau, the staff quickly asked us to pick someone up.
A staff member whispered to us that Miss Ruan was not very emotionally stable and asked us to pay more attention.
I thought she would be hysterical or terrified, but she wasn't.
She was like a puppet with her soul extracted, unconsciously following the staff's instructions.
Her lips and teeth moved slightly, and she was mumbling something to herself.
I know lip reading, and could roughly make out that she was repeating short sentences like "No, it's not him", "I hate him", and "I love him" over and over again, as if she was stimulated and had some mental problems.
I can probably guess some of the reasons.
The kidnappers probably didn't avoid her when they made the ransom call, and they might even take their anger out on her after finding out that they failed to extort money from Mr. Fu.
Miss Ruan would get stressed out when she heard news about Mr. Fu, so I didn't just give her evidence and tell her that her real fiancé is Mr. Fu.
The kidnapper repeatedly mentioned Mr. Fu in front of her, which must have aroused her memories and made her briefly sober.
During her short lucid time, she was once again forced to accept the fact that her lover was a scumbag.
For Miss Ruan, who puts love above all else, this was a desperate torture.
From this perspective, her current condition is normal.
I pinched my eyebrows.
I pity their misfortune and feel angry at their lack of resistance.
I tried to keep my tone gentle, "Are you feeling unwell?"
She paused in her mumbling, slowly raised her head, and looked at me intently, as if she saw me for the first time.
Looking at me, the confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated, and tears filled her eyes, "Didn't you say that it would be best for me to die outside?"
Is she pinning her memory of Mr. Fu on me?
What a big black pot.
I pinched my eyebrows again.
"I didn't say those words."
Her eyes fell on my fingers.
To be more precise, it was on that Band-Aid.
Her love-filled, dull brain was now as alert as Sherlock Holmes. "The edge is not folded. It's a newly applied Band-Aid. Were you injured just now?"
“…For me?”
As he watched, the despair and anger on her face faded, turning into a somewhat guilty gratitude.
There is also uncontrollable love.
I looked at the Band-Aid and then back at her.
Obviously, in her world, I, the scumbag fiancé who accompanied her white moonlight when she was in deep trouble, have been forgiven just because of a minor injury on my finger.
absurd.
Her fiancé made her family bankrupt, her parents died, she became homeless, she was left with incomplete limbs, her son was found dead, she lost all her self-esteem, and was left to fend for herself in danger.
Now, just because of a minor injury, I got her forgiveness, guilt, and love.
ridiculous.
I said coldly, "I am not your fiancé, and this injury is not caused by you."
"I didn't do this just because you were the one being kidnapped. I would do the same if anyone was kidnapped."
"Besides, your willfulness has delayed me for a long time."
As I watched her face gradually lose color, I delivered the final blow.
"I don't love you, I can't love you, and I won't regret losing your love."
"Forget about your plan to straighten me out, and forget about your plan to hurt yourself and make me regret it."
"I don't feel any regret, I just feel that I shouldn't have saved you from the beginning."
She swayed, "You don't love, no, you...you are not him..."
Her legs went limp and she fainted.
…
This time the stimulation seemed a bit too much.
But it was quite effective.
From her behavior before she fell into a coma, it can be seen that her confused memory has begun to return to normal.
If she is still in love after she wakes up, I will not continue to take her in and let her continue to be entangled with Mr. Fu. If she is willing to remove her cornea, then she can remove her cornea. If she is willing to donate her liver, then she can donate her liver. If she wants to peel off her skin and make it into a human skin drum for Mr. Fu and give it to Miss Bai to play with, it has nothing to do with me.
Maybe because my expression was really ugly, the assistant handed me a cup of water at the right temperature.
I looked down and saw that this time it was not coffee, but lotus seed and chrysanthemum tea.
"Is this for me to relieve my anger?"
"I thought you might need it."
"You think so."
I took a sip of the tea; the bitterness and floral scent filled my mouth and disappeared as I swallowed the tea.
The bitterness of lotus seed core is very clean, without any astringency and does not linger in the mouth.
It tasted good, so I took a few more sips.
"Make arrangements. If she is still like this after her memory is restored, send her back to Mr. Fu."
"If she becomes normal after her memory is restored, let Secretary No. 2 take charge of her."
Secretary No. 2 is a tough guy who doesn't talk much, but he is resolute and decisive, and has won the free-fighting championship for three consecutive years.
Send Miss Ruan to recuperate first, and then let her learn Muay Thai. If Mr. Fu dares to force her again in the future, give him a set of exercises first, and then talk to him calmly after he lies down.
"receive."
The assistant was very efficient and had everything arranged in less than a minute.
I have finished my tea.
Seeing this, he made me another cup.
When he handed it to me, he asked me, "Boss, don't you like Miss Ruan?"
"What kind of dislike?"
"The kind that comes from the love between a man and a woman."
"dislike."
"Why do you ask?"
"Because Miss Ruan loves you with all her heart."
I frowned and corrected, "She doesn't love me, she loves President Fu."
The assistant nodded obediently, "Okay, Mr. Aifu."
"But she loves it with all her heart, and she puts it before everything else, including herself."
“Many people hope that their lover can tolerate everything about them and will not leave them no matter what mistakes they make.”
"Don't you like this kind of feeling?"
"dislike."
Facing my assistant's slightly puzzled gaze, I looked at the yellowing autumn leaves outside the window. Through the mottled branches, the blue sky was clear and blue.
"The person I like should be a kapok tree."
…
"Boss, Miss Ruan is awake."
"Do you... do you have time? Her situation is a bit special, and I need you to come and see her."
After rushing to the hospital, I saw Miss Ruan in the ward.
The first time I saw her, I knew that she had become a different person inside.
What's strange is that the system detector flickers on and off. I don't know if it's broken or being interfered with by something.
Her eyes were very clear, and when she looked at me, she showed pure surprise, without any lust.
She smiled at me and nodded, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, I have lost my memory. I heard that you were the one who sent me to the hospital. I thought maybe you knew something about me."
"I'm sorry to have caused you any trouble."
Her attitude and behavior would never appear in either the pampered Miss Ruan or the down-and-out Miss Ruan.
Raiders?
A raider with amnesia?
I remained calm, "How much do you remember?"
She thought about it carefully and said, "I only remember that my name is Su Lima, and I don't remember anything else."
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