Chapter 300 It's me, Ayan
The man had fair skin, delicate features, a warm smile, and was dressed in a white suit with a white top hat, giving him a somewhat eerie air.
Ye Qingning shook her head with some disdain: "No need, thank you."
The man didn't insist. He smiled slightly and took out a flyer from his hand, giving it to her: "Call me anytime if you need anything."
A moment later, Chen Tang's car pulled up, and Ye Qingning casually took the flyer and got in.
The car sped forward, and the man in white disappeared as silently as he had arrived.
As Ye Qingning lowered her eyes in thought, she casually flipped through the flyer in her hand. Suddenly, four words caught her eye.
"Resurrected from a dead body".
She was genuinely stunned for a moment, and a strong guess arose in her mind.
She then took out her phone and searched: "I jumped off a building, injured my head, and fell into a coma. When I woke up, it was four months later, but I had no recollection of what happened during those four months. Why is that?"
A lot of related messages were found in a short time.
She read through them one by one, and apart from the explanations of selective amnesia, some people actually mentioned "reincarnation" and "possession"...
After reading the entry, perhaps due to a psychological suggestion, Ye Qingning felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Aside from amnesia, her condition can probably only be described as "possession" or "reincarnation."
And it's even more fitting.
The Ye Qingning of those four months was completely different from her personality; she could act, skateboard, and even cook...
That was Ye Qingning who was completely different from her.
Reflecting on the various reactions from those around her recently, she became increasingly certain of her hypothesis.
I see.
No wonder Lin Feiyan never allowed anyone in the mansion to call her "Madam," and the woman he was talking about was called Qingqing, but he never called her Qingqing.
Thinking about it this way, everything seems to make sense.
Ye Qingning felt a mix of emotions, a little bit of fear and a little bit of luck.
In any case, this person is herself now!
...
The night was deep.
After finishing a decision-making meeting and handling some official business, Lin Feiyan returned to his residence.
Since Qingqing left, this house has lost its special appeal to him.
He just wanted to keep busy, so busy that he wouldn't have time to think about her.
In the dead of night, only one light remained on in the living room of the entire house, welcoming Lin Feiyan home late.
Chen Chu carefully escorted him into the house, arranged a time to come over early the next morning, and then turned and left.
Lin Feiyan's wheelchair entered the elevator and went straight to the third floor. He unlocked the door to the second bedroom with his fingerprint and entered the room. A small orange night light made the view of the entire room faintly visible.
As the wheelchair rolled over every corner of the room, Lin Feiyan quietly sensed the remaining traces and scent of Qingqing. His eyes reddened slightly, and he turned and left the room.
The door to the master bedroom opened, and his wheelchair leaned against the wall. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly smelled an unfamiliar perfume scent in the air.
His gaze sharpened slightly as he reached out and turned on the light. On the large bed lay a shapely figure.
The woman, dressed in a purple silk nightgown, with her long hair cascading over her shoulders, lay on her side on the bed, her eyes alluring, a gentle smile playing on her lips: "Ayan~"
Lin Feiyan's expression froze slightly; for a moment, his heart skipped a beat: "Qingqing..."
"It's me, Ayan." Ye Qingning raised her hand and beckoned to him: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
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