To be honest, for someone of He Yaonian's status, it would be incredibly easy to target someone and make their life difficult.
He had always given Mo Tingchuan leeway, but Mo Tingchuan became too rampant and never considered the consequences of his actions, which made He Yaonian unable to tolerate it any longer.
After He Yaonian finished his phone call, Mingdai didn't say anything, pretending she knew nothing.
She took the flowers and happily returned to the He family villa with He Yaonian.
He Xingqiong, He Xingye, and the rarely seen He Xingyue were all chatting on the sofa. When they saw Mingdai, they couldn't help but smile and call out to her.
Everyone asked her why she didn't come back last night, and who sent her the flowers in her hand.
Mingdai only asked if the flowers looked good, automatically ignoring the question of who sent them.
As soon as He Yaonian stepped into the living room, the expression on his face automatically reverted to the dignified and imposing demeanor of the head of the He family.
But He Xingqiong still mustered up the courage to ask the question.
"Third Uncle, did you pick out the flowers for Mingdai?"
That's all the courage I have.
They only dared to ask if it was selected, but didn't dare to say it was given to them directly.
He Xingqiong also noticed some shady dealings between the two, and she was secretly pleased to see it happen.
Looking at Mingdai's happy and bright eyes, she thought that Mingdai was happy too.
He Xingye and He Xingyue were confused and seemed a little slow to react.
The main reason is that normal people wouldn't think in this direction.
He Yaonian looked down at him with a detached gaze.
"Too talkative."
These two words are very subtle.
He Xingqiong burst into laughter instantly. It wasn't that she was being disrespectful; she was simply excited and thrilled. She felt that it must be exactly as she had imagined.
Mingdai covered her face with flowers to hide her blush.
She could always feel relaxed and comfortable at the He family home. No one bothered her here, and no one asked her to provide any emotional support.
After laughing and joking around, Mingdai went upstairs to change into her home clothes.
He went downstairs and snuggled up on the sofa with a few young ladies.
I don't know who brought up the Mo family.
"I don't think I saw him today. I don't even know where my uncle went."
He Xingye thought for a moment, "I did see them last night. They went out suspiciously and nervously, and it seems they never came back."
He Xingyue wasn't curious; she was just making conversation.
"Has someone had an accident?"
She asked, still chewing on a banana chip.
This stuff was made by the family chef; it's nutritious and healthy, but nobody seems to like eating it.
Only He Xingyue would chew a few pieces whenever she had nothing to do.
Mingdai was holding a rabbit-shaped plush pillow in her arms, and didn't say a word.
After dinner, Mingdai took a walk in the garden with several young ladies.
He Yaonian stood in front of the study window, watching the figures of the group.
He kept a close eye on Mingdai's movements, fearing that she might have some unusual thoughts about what happened last night.
At the same time.
Mo Tingchuan had just woken up in the hospital.
Mo Yumei was almost ready to light some incense and beg the gods and Buddhas for blessings.
"Tingchuan, you're awake?"
As soon as Mo Yumei saw her son make a move, she hurriedly tried to help him up.
Mo Tingchuan opened his eyes and looked around blankly, his eyes clear yet unfamiliar.
This filled Mo Yumei with indescribable fear.
"Tingchuan?"
She asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"
Mo Tingchuan tried to sit up, but accidentally braced himself on his broken arm. He groaned in pain and didn't dare to move anymore.
"Don't move, whatever you do, don't move."
Although Mo Yumei didn't know what was wrong with her son, she quickly stepped forward and held his severed hand as she saw him trying to move it.
Mo Tingchuan paused for a moment before meeting Mo Yumei's concerned gaze.
That look in his eyes...
Mo Yumei's heart clenched.
It's so unfamiliar.
"Tingchuan..."
"Who are you?"
Mo Tingchuan uttered a soul-searching question, "What's wrong with me? And who are you?"
Mo Yumei gasped, feeling as if the blood in her body had frozen in that brief moment.
Her son has amnesia?
"Tingchuan, I... I'm your mother."
Mo Yumei couldn't help but look at the bandage wrapped around her son's head.
Could it be due to a brain injury?
Mo Yumei's world was collapsing.
Mo Tingchuan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like that by Mo Yumei.
He was also unusually polite.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember."
Mo Yumei stumbled out of the ward and screamed for the doctor.
After a chaotic series of examinations, the doctor diagnosed it as temporary amnesia, which would resolve in a few days.
At this moment, He Yaoyuan and Mo Qingying were also summoned by Mo Yumei.
Amnesia?
Mo Qingying thought it was a fantasy.
"How is this possible!"
Although her brother was badly beaten, he shouldn't have lost his memory, right?
Mo Qingying silently looked down at Mo Tingchuan, who was resting with his eyes closed.
"Brother, don't you recognize me anymore?"
Mo Tingchuan opened his eyes and smiled wryly, "I don't remember."
Mo Qingying felt conflicted and her scalp tingled.
"Then, do you remember Mingdai?"
Mo Tingchuan was equally bewildered, "Who is she?"
It seems they really don't remember.
Mo Qingying turned her head and looked at Mo Yumei.
He Yaoyuan kept negotiating with the doctor.
The doctor repeatedly emphasized, "It's temporary, it will get better. As long as the patient rests well, they will recover."
However, the doctor did not give a definite timeframe, nor did he make any guarantees that Mo Tingchuan would definitely regain his memory.
After seeing the doctor off, He Yaoyuan slowly approached the hospital bedside.
Mo Tingchuan nodded apologetically at him without saying anything.
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