Chapter 50: You're the Only One Who Can Get Amnesia?

Ning Lang chuckled and retorted to Sheng Yang, "Since when did only you have the privilege of losing your memory?"

Anyone could smell the gunpowder in the air between them.

Zhao Yimo gave a wry smile. "Come on, you two, could you show me a little respect and stop going at each other's throats?"

Ning Lang decisively withdrew his gaze and gave a low chuckle. "I'm just showing concern for Sheng Yang."

With that, he looked over at Wen Jin. "Coming with me?"

Wen Jin pulled her hand back; she had no desire to become a prize fought over by Ning Lang and Sheng Yang.

She said softly, "I'll take a cab over myself."

Ning Lang drew in a sharp breath, though no disappointment or anger showed on his face.

He shrugged. "Looks like I was being presumptuous just now."

Wen Jin remained silent. She certainly knew Ning Lang had acted that way to defend her.

However—

She had only truly gotten to know Ning Lang over the past few days.

She found it hard to put faith in Ning Lang's enthusiasm.

These young scions of wealthy families were all masters of playful insincerity.

Anyone who believed they possessed a genuine heart would have to be an utter fool.

Just like Wen Jin once had been.

Wen Jin hailed a cab and left directly.

Only then did Zhao Yimo say helplessly, "Can we go now, you two grand lords?"

With that, he signaled Sheng Yang with his eyes. "Wen You is still waiting for you."

Wen You hadn't left. Hearing Zhao Yimo mention her name, she walked over.

Zhao Yimo said, "Wen You has been waiting for you for ages."

"I saw you were busy with work earlier, so I didn't come over," Wen You said, maintaining her usual poised and graceful demeanor.

Sheng Yang's gaze fell upon her, his amber eyes concealing all emotion beneath the veil of night.

Wen You remained gentle. "Sheng Yang, if I'm going to be a bother, I can drive there myself."

"Get in the car," he said.

Wen You left with Sheng Yang.

Yet no sooner had she gotten into the car than she asked, "Why did you change the scent of your car diffuser?"

There was a faint trace of lemon blended into the original crisp fragrance of peppermint.

Sheng Yang replied indifferently, "I felt like changing it."

Wen You lowered her eyelashes, masking the fleeting resentment in her eyes.

Only Wen Jin carried that distinct scent of lemon.

When she lifted her eyes again, however, she had already reined in all her emotions.

She murmured softly, "Earlier you said you would handle the matter between Wen Jin and my family. What are you planning to do?"

She sighed lightly after speaking. "Although I really don't like Wen Jin, I do feel that this is asking a bit too much of her."

"Still, it's a demand from my family, so there's nothing I can do—"

Sheng Yang looked straight ahead, entirely indifferent to whether he had absorbed Wen You's words or not.

He merely stated, "Tell Wen Shanhai not to harbor any inappropriate thoughts regarding Wen Jin. Don't forget, she is still connected to the Sheng family; I cannot simply sit by and do nothing."

Wen You's expression stiffened, though she had no choice but to say, "Naturally."

Yet the hands resting on her lap gripped tighter.

Her sharp artificial nails nearly dug into her flesh.

So Sheng Yang was still protecting Wen Jin after all.

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Wen Jin did not head straight to the bar; instead, she first reported the current situation to the company.

The company's stance was that she should properly apologize to Sheng Yang and then hand the documents over to him.

This partnership heavily favored Star Corporation to begin with.

Naturally, the company would not let it go.

By the time Wen Jin arrived at the bar, the gathering was already in full swing.

Neither Ning Lang nor Sheng Yang was present.

The remaining people were mostly those she didn't know very well.

And Wen You.

Seeing her, Wen You wore a faint smile, then brought a glass of wine over to her.

"Wen Jin, since you're late, you have to follow the rules. Drink this up."

Wen Jin frowned slightly, opening her mouth to say she didn't drink.

Only to hear Zhao Yimo's boisterous voice ring out, "Don't play innocent, you used to down a whole bottle by yourself."

Wen Jin had indeed once finished a whole bottle of alcohol by herself.

That was shortly after she had gotten together with Sheng Yang, when he brought her out to hang out with his friends.

Even though they still lacked any public status.

Wen Jin had simply been unwilling to ruin everyone's mood.

Her heart and mind were entirely filled with Sheng Yang, and naturally, she had no wish to displease his friends.

Therefore, when this group of friends led by Zhao Yimo pressured her to drink, Wen Jin hadn't refused in the slightest.

She drank an entire bottle all by herself.

Afterward, her stomach ached terribly, yet Sheng Yang simply went straight back to the company.

It was Qiao Qiao who had taken her to the hospital.

Ever since that day, Wen Jin truly stopped drinking.

As Zhao Yimo finished speaking, Wen You's smile grew even more pronounced as she looked at Wen Jin. "If you please?"

Still, Wen Jin did not move.

After a moment's thought, Wen You added, "Actually, this glass isn't meant as a punishment for you."

"The matter between you and my uncle hasn't been resolved yet, but Sheng Yang doesn't really want me to hold you accountable. So if you drink this glass, let's consider it settled."

Her words shifted so abruptly that Wen Jin hadn't even had time to react.

Wen You had already picked up another glass of wine and downed it in one go.

Then she looked at Wen Jin. "Still not drinking?"

Nearby, Zhao Yimo glanced at her intermittently, radiating the clear message that she needn't hope to leave unless she drank.

Once again, it was this oppressive feeling of having no choice.

A sense of deep discomfort settled in Wen Jin's chest.

Yet, unwilling to waste any more time, she simply took the glass and drank it down.

With that, she turned and left.

Scarcely had she stepped out of the private room, however, when something began to feel amiss.

Her body started growing hot beyond her control.

Her fingertips grew somewhat weak and numb.

Footsteps seemed to approach from behind, accompanied by a sticky, syrupy voice: "Little Wen Jin, did Wen You say you're keeping me company tonight?"

She turned her head, but could not clearly make out the person's features.

Subconsciously, she backed away from him and stumbled forward as she ran.

The uncomfortable sensation within her grew increasingly pronounced, until, as she rounded a corner, Wen Jin's legs finally gave out beneath her.

She collapsed straight to the floor.

At the exact same moment, she saw a figure halt directly in front of her.