If only he could truly become my dear Seventh’s boyfriend.

It was simply a waste of my precious time.

I shut down the computer and left instantly using teleportation.

Two hours later, Lin Yichen walked into the office. Not seeing the person he was hoping for, he called Fang Li over to ask.

Fang Li replied that he hadn't seen Miss Ye leave; she must have gone on her own earlier. He could tell from the start that Ye Xiyang had no patience to stay here.

Lin Yichen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, recalling the scene from two hours ago. No matter how he thought about it, it felt futile.

He pulled out his phone and called Pan Sen. "Is there such a thing as witchcraft in this world?"

On the other end, Pan Sen was speechless and surprised. "I thought your amnesia was enough, and now you have an overactive imagination?"

Yichen looked weary. "Perhaps my hallucinations are worsening."

Pan Sen grew more concerned. "Are hallucinations happening often? You looked fine today. I couldn't tell you had any delusions."

"If you could see it, wouldn't that mean I'm beyond saving?" His tone grew serious. "Is there any way to cure it?"

Pan Sen felt helpless. "I don't even know the root of your delusions, so how could I treat them? But I have two suggestions."

Yichen was concise. "Go ahead."

"First, ignore them and carry on with your life. Make sure your emotions aren't swayed by hallucinations. Second, accept them. Hallucinations are just one manifestation of your amnesia—they’re a part of you. You need to learn to find patterns within them to discover a solution."

Pan Sen paused, then analyzed, "What kind of scenes appear in your hallucinations? Or what people?"

Yichen’s mind flashed to Xiyang’s face. "Xiyang. Every hallucination is her."

Pan Sen felt the problem was easily solved. "Xiyang lost her memory and forgot about you. You might feel unbalanced, longing for the Xiyang who once chased after you and loved you, so you keep seeing her in your hallucinations."

That explanation seemed plausible to Yichen.

He thought vaguely of Joanna. "Joanna, daughter of Qiao Haowei. This woman gives me a sense of familiarity in my subconscious, but when I search my memory bank, I find no intersection with her."

"Yichen, could this be a reaction born from your amnesia combined with your delusions?"

Yichen gazed at the sunlight rising slowly—the sun gradually transformed into Xiyang’s face. "No matter what illness I have, Xiyang will always be etched in my heart."

Little Seven lay on the bed, glancing sideways at the neatly folded pink dress.

Her lips curled into a smile.

Lin Yichen, a man so handsome it was almost unreasonable, devoted and attentive when it came to love.

Though he’d been gruff all day, he was only worried about me.

"Ah, such a perfect boyfriend—if only he really became Little Seven’s boyfriend."

"Little Seven, you mustn’t fall in love with an Earth man."

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Hmm?

Glancing sideways, she saw Little White waking up on the bedside cabinet.

"Little White, you’re finally awake."

Little White felt groggy, his head still dizzy. "Little Seven, I feel the alcohol is still in my system. My limbs are weak."

Little Seven looked at him with disdain. "You really are a weakling. Just a bit of Earth’s alcohol has put you out for so long, and now you can’t even move."

Little White retorted, "Earth’s alcohol is poison to us aliens," he said, his whole body emitting a faint buzzing sound.

"Oh no, I’m about to crash again."

"Ah, what should I do! If you crash, I’ll have no one to consult when I run into trouble."

Little White hurried to speak, "Little Seven, you must control yourself. The more handsome the men on Earth, the more dangerous they are. Never let Earthlings discover your alien identity, or we’ll..."

His words were cut off as he crashed.

"Little White!"

Little Seven stroked Little White’s soft, fluffy fur.

Actually, she understood what Little White was saying.

Otherwise, she would have already made things clear with Lin Yichen—just ask him directly if the signal device was in his possession.

Sigh. She wasn’t even sure if the signal device was with him.

My signal device, please hurry and appear! I want to go home.

In the TC company break room, several female colleagues were gossiping.

A: "Who would’ve thought the cold, rational, aloof president would bring a grimy little girl into his office?"

B: "I never expected it either. The president’s chilly, keep-your-distance style—if I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d call it a fairy tale. Who is that girl anyway?"

C: "I never thought such a cold president would be fond of... cute little girls."

"The company pays you to work, not to gossip," Fang Li suddenly appeared before them.

The three immediately bowed their heads and left.

Fang Li frowned; he knew bringing Miss Ye to the company would spark gossip among the staff.

He turned and headed to the president’s office, reporting the matter to Lin Yichen.

The man reviewing documents didn’t even look up, but his words were stern. "Tell them if they spread rumors again, they can leave the company."

Fang Li nodded and got to the main point. "President Lin, the video conference is ready. Also, we’ve included the paintings Second Young Master sold during his studies in this exhibition, which should ease the pressure for future works."

Yichen looked up, setting aside his pen. "The paintings Yiyang sold—how did you get them back?"

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Fang Li pursed his lips. "Joanna Qiao gave them to me."

"Joanna?" Yichen narrowed his eyes. "She’s quite capable."

"Not only that, she’s already arranged for several curators to help perfect this exhibition. She called to say..."

Yichen tapped his finger on the desk. "Go on."

"She finished coordinating with the PR department and wants to invite you to dinner."

Yichen showed little expression. "Call her after the meeting."

"Yes!"

#

Little Seven was napping at noon, faintly hearing Auntie’s voice growing nearer.

"Xiyang, get up quickly and come outside with me."

Fang Yun pushed open the door, pulled her up, and led her out of the room.

Little Seven was baffled. "Auntie, what are we going to see?"

"You’ll know when you see it."

At the store entrance, a sparkling BMW stood before them.

"My goodness, Auntie, how much did you earn? Buying a luxury car now?"

"I couldn’t bear to buy such an expensive car," Fang Yun took out the keys and handed them to Little Seven. "It’s a gift from President Lin, brought over by his assistant."

"From now on, you can deliver takeout in this BMW. How stylish!"

Lin Yichen gifting her a car didn’t surprise her, but...

"Auntie, I can barely handle a two-wheeled scooter. With four wheels, I’ll probably drive straight into the sea."

"……"

"But you have a driver’s license."

Little Seven immediately used her old excuse. "I have amnesia, so naturally I’ve forgotten how to drive."

"……"

She couldn’t drive this car; besides, she didn’t deserve it. She wasn’t really Lin Yichen’s girlfriend, so she couldn’t accept it.

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