It seems that even if you wanted to act sly, you simply couldn't pull it off, could you?!
Xiyang, how did you leave in the end?
The Lin family mansion.
“That Lin Yichen, I don’t know what kind of spell he’s cast on my son. He keeps clamoring about holding an art exhibition,” Xu Lu, Lin Yiyang’s biological mother, dressed in a red cheongsam, sat on the sofa and complained angrily to her brother. “Originally, I wanted Yiyang to join TC after graduation, so he could familiarize himself with the company’s projects as soon as possible. But Lin Yichen made such a move. I know exactly what he’s thinking—he’d rather my son not join the company, so TC Group would belong to him alone.”
Beside her, Xu Hui in his tailored suit seemed puzzled. “But Lin Yichen is already the president of TC.”
“But Boson is still in the company. Even though he sits in the president’s position, as long as Boson speaks, he’ll have to step down,” a sharp glint flashed in Xu Lu’s eyes. “As long as we bring him down, TC will belong to my son.”
Xu Hui saw through her intentions. “Sis, are you...”
“Look at this.”
He took the file from Xu Lu’s hands. Three words stood out: Amnesia.
“Lin Yichen has amnesia?” Xu Hui asked, confused. “Sis, does he really have this illness? He doesn’t seem like…”
“I don’t have solid evidence. He’s naturally suspicious, so it’s hard to find proof. If there were evidence he had this illness, Boson and the company elders wouldn’t let him remain as president. Unfortunately, there’s no evidence.”
“Sis,” Xu Hui narrowed his eyes shrewdly, “I might have an idea.”
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Little Seven stood at the entrance of the TC Tower, looking up at the skyscraper that seemed to pierce the clouds.
My goodness, this must be the tallest building in the city.
“Ye Xiyang!”
It took Little Seven a while to realize the shout was meant for her.
She turned her head, unable to recall who the person was, though his face seemed familiar.
Boson walked up, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
Little Seven was unsettled by his blatant gaze.
Why is he looking at me like this?
“These five years, you’re exactly the same,” Boson stroked his chin, deep in thought.
What does he mean? Could he know I’m not Ye Xiyang?
“Your appearance is identical, but…” Boson’s eyes lingered on her face, smiling. “You used to be loud and quarrelsome, but now you seem a bit uneasy. That’s unlike you.”
What on earth is he talking about?
After a moment, Little Seven remembered she’d seen him at Lin Yichen’s villa.
She smiled sweetly, “Are you here to see Lin Yichen?”
“I’m here to deliver…” he paused. Ever since Yichen developed amnesia, he’d been taking medication. Boson had come to deliver his medicine.
Yichen never let Xiyang know about it.
“I’m here to deliver a card.”
“Huh? What card?”
Boson improvised, “A benefits card.”
……
What’s a benefits card?
Little Seven couldn’t be bothered to figure it out. “You’re looking for Lin Yichen? Great, let’s go in together!”
Boson stopped her. “We can’t enter without employee cards.”
“Huh? What do we do then?”
“We can call Yichen down.”
But how would she find the signal device if she didn’t go up?
No, she had to get inside.
She heard Boson already on the phone.
Little Seven considered using her superpowers to freeze them and slip inside. She darted into the company.
However, Lin Yichen was already walking toward her.
Her superpowers were useless against him.
Sigh, she’d have to find an opportunity to slip away later.
Lin Yichen approached and asked Little Seven, “Where did you go last night?”
Little Seven responded quickly, “I went to my aunt’s house.”
“How did you leave?”
“Well, I…” How should she explain? He clearly wasn’t easy to fool.
“Yichen,” Boson complained, “the moment you come down, your eyes are glued to her. Am I not visible at all?”
“No,” Yichen replied.
Boson: “…”
Lin Yichen’s deep black eyes lingered on her for several seconds, then he suddenly said, “Do you want to eat spicy sour fish?”
Just hearing “food,” Little Seven’s eyes sparkled. “Yes!”
“I want some too,” Boson chimed in.
Yichen nodded. “Wait here, I’ll drive up.”
Observing Yichen’s actions, Boson summarized, “He’s a meticulous, attentive boyfriend. Xiyang, you really have good taste. You chased after Yichen for three years without giving up, and this is your reward! Ah, if a girl fell in love with me at first sight, I could finally lose my bachelor status.”
Little Seven teased him, “What if the girl who falls for you at first sight is a dinosaur? Would you still be single then?”
“…”
“Why would it be a dinosaur?”
Little Seven grinned, touching her own face, “Because beauties like me are already extinct.”
“…”
Five years passed, yet Ye Xiyang’s only gain was time. Her personality remained unchanged—foolishly narcissistic as ever.
Well, she truly has the right to be narcissistic.
The three dined at a fairly large restaurant.
Across the table, one man picked fish bones for her, while the other stared in astonishment.
Little Seven felt the pickled fish tasted even better than hotpot—a true delicacy. She kept her head down, eating voraciously, outpacing Yichen’s bone-picking.
Boson handed him the medicine, whispering in his ear, “Your girlfriend hasn’t grown in any way except for her appetite.”
Yichen curled his lips, “She needs to eat more for strength.”
What did he mean?
Boson glared at him.
“Be honest, are you thinking about eating her up all day?”
“No,” Yichen’s handsome face was the picture of propriety. “Ever since she chased me in college, I’ve been thinking about what you just said.”
“…”
“You’re so lewd.”
“Thank you, but…” Yichen glanced at him, “You don’t even have the ability to be lewd, do you?”
“…”
Boson fell silent, rising angrily to go to the restroom.
Little Seven set down her chopsticks, touching her full belly, sitting contentedly, unwilling to move.
Yichen chuckled, “Full?”
“Mm, so full I don’t want to talk or move.”
Yichen got up and sat beside her, lifting her from her chair, muttering, “She really can eat.”
She hadn’t been so voracious before.
“Uh… what are you saying?” Suddenly enveloped in his arms, Little Seven was slow to react.
Then—
“Ah, ah, ah, let go!” Little Seven leapt up, as if sitting on needles.
Yichen let go, helpless.
“We’ve already kissed,” his voice suddenly hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Are you still shy?”
“…”
“I’m warning you,” Little Seven’s face flushed, unsure if from shyness or irritation. “Don’t touch me again, or else I’ll…”
Well, her superpowers were useless against him.
She huffed and walked away.
Watching her leave, he didn’t chase after her, because he knew—even if he caught up, she wouldn’t go back with him.
How many times now? Ever since he saw her on the street, whether she was in front of him or not, she always left.
But it was better than five years ago. Now, even after leaving, she’d return to face him again.
As long as she was somewhere he could see, it was enough.
Yichen’s heart surged with emotion. When would Xiyang finally remember him?
“Yichen,” Boson returned and saw him alone. “Where’s Xiyang?”
“She went back already.”