Boa notícia, Sr. Wan: sua esposa perdeu a memória
Todos os alunos da Primeira Escola Secundária de Shancheng sabiam que Lu Chaoxi, uma garota rica, gostava do rapaz pobre de sua turma, Wan Yan. Durante os três anos do ensino médio, ela girava ao redor dele, tentando agradar de todas as formas. Mas Wan Yan nunca lhe deu sequer um sorriso, sempre observando friamente suas tentativas de bajulação. Luo Ci, que era muito amiga de Lu Chaoxi, vivia aconselhando-a a não ser mais uma sombra de Wan Yan, dizendo que era realmente vergonhoso e que toda a escola a via como uma piada. Lu Chaoxi, porém, não dava a mínima, pois seu pai sempre dizia que o importante era o que ela gostava. Sendo filha única, criada como uma princesinha mimada e herdeira do grupo empresarial da família, para Lu Chaoxi não havia nada que não pudesse conquistar — exceto Wan Yan, que era a única exceção. Por isso, ela guardou essa vontade no peito e decidiu que precisava conquistar Wan Yan de qualquer jeito! No fim, aos 24 anos, ela realizou seu desejo: vestiu o vestido de noiva que mais amava e casou-se com o homem dos seus sonhos.
Boa notícia, Sr. Wan: sua esposa perdeu a memória
“Sir, madam has woken up.”
In the hospital room, a man stood by the bedside, watching over the woman who had just regained consciousness, his gaze troubled as he spoke on the phone.
Today, Sang City was shaken by three major headlines.
First, in the morning, the only daughter of the chairman of the Lu Group married a poor young man. By afternoon, news broke that the chairman had suffered a fatal heart attack in the wedding lounge. But the evening news was even more sensational.
At the wedding, the groom’s childhood sweetheart, heavily pregnant, arrived to make a scene. The bride, Lu Zhaoxi, unable to endure the humiliation, attempted suicide with a knife—news that instantly captivated the entire city.
At this moment, Lu Zhaoxi’s neck was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, her face pale from severe blood loss. She looked around curiously, including at the man before her.
“Who are you?” she asked.
Song Yin, the man, paused for a few seconds, his expression complex.
“Sir, madam appears to have amnesia,” he said quietly.
After hearing something from the other end of the line, Song Yin held the phone to Lu Zhaoxi’s ear. She had no time to pull away before a familiar cold voice whispered next to her.
“What’s this? Mrs. Wan’s suicide attempt turning into an act?”
Mrs. Wan? That was her? Lu Zhaoxi couldn’t even recall getting married, but upon hearing the voice, her eyes lit up instantly.
“Wan Yan!”
Her joyful exclamation left the person on the other end speechless.
Half an hour later, Wan Yan ap
