Chapter 727 You Smell So Good
“That Young Master Ting…” Zhou Qiao spoke first, breaking the somewhat awkward silence: “This is Sister Kong, do you… remember her?”
Looking at Kong Wange, Murong Ting paused slightly, seemingly a little stunned, before taking two steps forward.
As Murong Ting drew closer and closer, Kong Wange couldn't help but feel uneasy.
She had made up her mind: if he dared to say he didn't recognize her, she would definitely teach him a lesson by sticking a needle in his hand.
But what happened next was exactly what she and Zhou Qiao had anticipated.
The man in front of her approached, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he sniffed her from head to toe like a puppy.
Finally, his expression softened, and he came to a conclusion—"It smells good."
Immediately afterwards, he hugged her tightly and said, "You're so beautiful and smell so good. Be my wife."
Kong Wange: "???"
Things took a bit too far from her expectations. She didn't know whether to push the person holding her away or hug them back, and she just stood there frozen in place.
Zhou Qiao, who was standing next to her, was also a little flustered. She coughed lightly and said, "Young Master Ting, she is your wife."
Murong Ting, leaning against Kong Wange, lazily replied, "Really?"
After saying that, he looked at her with a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction: "Then why don't you hug me? Don't you like me? Did you cheat on me? Are we divorced? You..."
"Alright, stop talking!" Kong Wange covered his mouth without saying a word, looking helpless: "I didn't cheat on you, and... I didn't get a divorce, and I don't dislike you."
The more she talked, the more helpless she felt. She reached out and hugged him, asking, "Is this okay?"
Murong Ting sighed comfortably, "Yes, although I don't know how we got along before, it makes me feel very safe to have you holding me like this."
Kong Wange was still wondering what was wrong with men, but after hearing what he said, a wave of bitterness suddenly welled up in her heart.
Suddenly, all the hardship and suffering of these past few days seemed to have vanished lightly.
It's not just him who feels at ease.
Her heart finally found its home.
She tightened her grip on his arm, her voice slightly choked with emotion: "You really don't remember me?"
Murong Ting fell silent for a long while, then gave a somewhat dejected "Mmm": "I don't remember you. Will you leave me?"
Kong Wange burst into laughter through her tears, feeling that he really looked like a stray puppy.
She sniffed and released him, saying, "You really don't want me to leave?"
Murong Ting pursed his lips, looking somewhat aggrieved: "I don't know anyone here, and they're all so mean to me. I only like you."
Zhou Qiao, standing nearby: "???"
After a moment of silence, she pointed at Murong Ting and said, "Young Master Ting, Qin Feng and I didn't treat you harshly. Don't make false accusations."
"You pricked me with needles." Murong Ting turned his head and accused him expressionlessly.
Zhou Qiao: "...That's the senior doctor in our sect. Sister Kong hasn't woken up yet, so we asked him to use acupuncture to stimulate your memory!"
"You even forced me to drink bitter soup."
"That's not bitter soup, it's traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by the doctor to help regulate your body!!"
“But you still laugh at me, saying that I can’t lift anything, and I can’t even have sex, so I’ll be a useless person in the future.”
Zhou Qiao was utterly bewildered: "When...when did we say that?!"
"I told you secretly after I left my room. You all thought I was asleep, but I actually heard everything." Murong Ting remained expressionless.
Zhou Qiao realized what was happening: "That wasn't what I told Qin Feng, it was what the doctor said. And the doctor's exact words were that you're currently weak and need more rest and recuperation. Temporarily... abstaining from sex for a while will help your recovery. It's not like what you said... Never mind, Sister Kong is a doctor too, she'll explain it to you. I... I'll go now!"
She felt that if she stayed here any longer, she would never be able to clear her name, no matter what. This young master Ting was like a giant baby, and there was no way to reason with him!
Seeing Zhou Qiao turn and leave, Murong Ting grunted and leaned against Kong Wange, then said in a satisfied voice, "It took you so long to leave, you really have no sense of propriety."
Kong Wange didn't hear what he was muttering, so she patted him and said, "What did you say?"
"It's nothing," Murong Ting said listlessly. "Wife, you heard what I just said. I'm a cripple now. Will you despise me?"
Kong Wange: "..."
Well, she now suspects that Murong Ting hasn't lost his memory, but has been possessed.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Murong Ting's displeasure was tinged with an indescribable sense of grievance.
Kong Wange took a deep breath and said, "These symptoms of yours are temporary, and they will get better gradually. What the doctor said is true."
She took his pulse and said, "You were poisoned before. Although you've woken up now, your bodily functions haven't fully recovered yet, so you need to rest more."
"Wow, you're really amazing," Murong Ting exclaimed.
Kong Wange: "?"
Is that her main point?
But now doesn't seem like the time to discuss this.
She slowly exhaled and helped the boneless man to his feet: "Stand up straight first, let's have a good talk."
"What should we talk about?"
"Never mind, let's sit down and talk." Kong Wange pulled him to sit on the sofa next to her.
Although he was still a little reluctant, Murong Ting sat down as instructed, but as soon as he sat down, he moved his buttocks next to Kong Wange.
The two were standing extremely close, and Kong Wange was speechless. She pushed him away and said, "Move away. How can we talk when we're this close?"
Murong Ting symbolically moved back half a palm's width.
Kong Wange: "..."
What's the difference between this and not moving it at all?
Kong Wange was completely helpless and too lazy to argue with him anymore. She looked directly at him and said, "Tell me, how exactly did you lose your memory? Do you really not remember anything from the past?"
Murong Ting hummed in agreement: "Not really."
Kong Wange's eyes lit up: "What do you remember?"
"I remember I was a CEO, very rich," Murong Ting said calmly.
Kong Wange: "?"
She waited for him to continue, but found that he didn't say anything more.
"That's... all?" Kong Wange's eyes widened.
"Ah," Murong Ting rubbed his temples, looking somewhat tired, "I might have a large family of relatives, but I can't remember them. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."
His brows furrowed involuntarily, as if he was starting to have a headache.
Seeing his pained expression made Kong Wange uncomfortable, so she quickly said, "Alright, alright, if you can't remember, then don't think about it."
After she finished speaking, she felt there were still some things she had to ask: "And what about me? Since you don't recognize me anymore, why are you treating me like this..."
Call it closeness or dependence.
There's just an indescribable intimacy between them.
He didn't recognize her anymore. She felt that the unfamiliar and distant look he gave her when she first entered the room wasn't fake. Such a sudden and drastic change made her feel strange and uneasy.
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