Volume One, Chapter One: Sir, Madam Appears to Have Amnesia

“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 appeared at the door of the hospital room. Song Yin greeted him respectfully.

The doctor was still examining Lu Zhaoxi, but she pushed him aside and jumped down from the bed, so excited she hadn’t even put on her shoes.

“Wan Yan, why are you in a suit? Does that mean my father finally agreed to let you into the company?”

Lu Zhaoxi grabbed Wan Yan’s sleeve and shook him, the radiant smile on her face catching him off guard.

But soon, Wan Yan’s indifferent expression returned. He shook off her hand coldly and asked, “Lu Zhaoxi, have you finished pretending?”

Like a child caught doing something wrong, Lu Zhaoxi stood barefoot, uneasy and timid. “Did I do something wrong again? Wan Yan, I’m sorry—I don’t remember.”

Wan Yan’s brow furrowed more deeply. He had always thought Lu Zhaoxi was faking it, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Song Yin quietly stepped behind Wan Yan and whispered, “The doctor has confirmed—madam really has amnesia.”

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Wan Yan’s tightly knit brows did not relax; his face was tense.

Now that the Lu family’s empire was firmly in his grasp, he had been planning to send Lu Zhaoxi to a mental institution if she continued with her self-destructive behaviors.

But now, with her memory gone, he couldn’t do that—public opinion would turn against him and jeopardize his control over the Lu Group.

As Wan Yan pondered how to handle Lu Zhaoxi, she suddenly exclaimed in panic.

“It’s too late! I won’t make it back to school!”

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