Su Yao remained calm: "Oh, why don't I remember?"
"Because... you forgot."
The courtyard in front of the Su family's old house is quiet and profound.
The heavy and majestic vermilion door was open, and a tall figure stood against the light.
Su Murong stood at the intersection of light and shadow.
He was wearing a perfectly tailored dark-black custom-made suit, with a white shirt buttoned to the top and a low-key yet luxurious black and gold textured tie tied on his chest.
She has a naturally slender and upright figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Every inch of her body reveals the tension of sexy hormones. Even if she just stands quietly, she can make people feel an indescribable oppression and fatal temptation.
The morning light slowly spread behind him, and the golden light coated his cold, jade-white skin, making him look like a god who walked out of a painting.
His eyebrows were like lonely peaks in the distance, handsome and cold, and his eyes were deep and dark, as if filled with years and calculations.
His eyelashes were very long, and when he blinked, the shadows fluttered like crow feathers.
Just below the right eye, there is a scarlet teardrop mole that is placed there just right. It is neither enchanting nor gaudy, but it seems like a mark deliberately left by fate.
That teardrop mole gave him a unique charm.
It is very much like the bewitching nine-tailed fox in mythology, who can captivate everyone with just a smile.
He didn't smile, but his lips were slightly curled up, with a naturally lazy and nonchalant arc, as if everything in the world was in his hands and the rise and fall of all things was determined by him.
Su Murong stared at those gorgeous purple eyes without blinking, trying to see into her heart.
Su Yao, have you really forgotten everything?
A faint, invisible ripple appeared in his black eyes, like a drop of water falling into the center of a lake, but it was quickly covered by the wind.
The scene of that night kept appearing in my mind.
The red candles flickered, the veil hung down, she was wearing gorgeous clothes, with a crimson dot on her forehead, and her red clothes were as red as fire.
He held her hand, her fingertips were slightly cold, but she did not struggle.
That was their wedding night, but it was also... the moment she fainted in his arms.
Her body suddenly went limp, her forehead was burning, her lips were pale. He held her in one hand, his eyes suddenly darkened, as if the whole world had lost its color.
Then, there was chaos, blood, and his almost frantic efforts to block the news, hiding her in his deep house for a long, long time...
After that, she... didn't remember him.
Her purple eyes darkened slightly, and she curled her lips in a cold smile: "If we really had a son, would I forget it?"
Su Murong's eyes were profound. "You've already met Su Wentian. Although he looks more like you, I feel very fortunate. Every time I see his face, I think of you."
"Su Murong, if you put it that way, it's not called forgetting, it's called amnesia."
The corners of his lips twitched slightly, but he did not deny it.
"Amnesia... is it related to you?" Her tone was calm.
Su Murong stood three steps away from her, looking down at her.
"You don't remember the past at all?" He didn't give a direct answer.
Su Yao's heart sank. The suspicion of this evildoer was growing. His words were ambiguous.
He was still testing: "Director Su, do you really not remember those things in the past?"
She said coldly: "Why, are you afraid that I will remember the past?"
He remained silent.
"It seems like you're a little scared... but also a little excited about what I'll remember."
Su Murong smiled faintly: "If you really remember something, come and see me, I will tell you honestly."
"Why don't you tell me now?"
"Because you wouldn't believe it even if I told you."
That's true, she naturally didn't believe this old fox.
"Su Murong, I will investigate this thoroughly. You better hide your tail well."
Su Murong smiled, a smile so light that it was barely noticeable.
"About the fact that you gave birth to a child..."
Her eyes flashed, and she said without hesitation, "That child has nothing to do with me."
Until the truth is known, I will not get close to anyone of unknown origin, even if it is just a child.
"Really?" His voice was still gentle. "Whether you deny him or not, he is your biological son. If you want to do a paternity test with him, I am always willing to cooperate."
Su Yao, however, looked indifferent: "Mr. Su, if you have nothing else to do, please go back."
He didn't move a step, as if he had long been accustomed to her alienation.
"You'll remember it one day." He whispered, "Or maybe... you'll never remember it."
Su Yao stared at him for a long time and said coldly: "I will get back all the lost memories."
Su Murong smiled, with a perfect arc at the corner of his lips, but did not answer.
His silence was more threatening than his answer.
Su Yao felt vaguely uneasy.
She vaguely felt that the erased memory might contain some unspeakable past.
"Su Yao, no matter what the future holds, you and I have a son, and no one can change this fact." After saying that, Su Murong turned around and left.
The sunlight shone on his back, as if it was covered with a layer of dreamy halo, but in Su Yao's eyes, it was full of loneliness and unfathomable.
Liu Yuting stood quietly at the side, looking at the direction where Su Murong left with a complicated expression.
He knew very well what kind of person Su Murong was, a man with many tricks up his sleeve, ruthless and sinister in his methods.
I can't tolerate him getting close to Su Yao again, even just one step.
Liu Yuting turned to look at Su Yao, his voice gentle but determined: "Ayao, I will help you find out that memory, no matter what the cost."
Su Yao looked at him without saying a word.
She didn't know what secrets were hidden in that past.
But she vaguely knew: Su Murong must be the key.
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