In the Murong mansion.

Qian Lingyou came out of the doctor's office looking gloomy and returned to Murong Xiao's room.

Just now, he went to check Murong Xiao's illness with a judgmental attitude and asked the doctor about the possibility of his fiancee recovering her memory.

The answer was pessimistic.

Although the doctor did not firmly tell him that Murong Xiao would never be able to recover her memory in this life, he also tactfully reminded him that to maintain the stability of the patient's condition, he advised him not to stimulate the patient again. This would cause her injury to relapse. It was a miracle for a person in a coma to wake up. If he was not careful, she might be short-lived.

He had no choice but to suppress the thought of helping Murong Xiao recover her memories. She was his fiancée. He would fulfill his promise and take responsibility. However... as he stood at the ward door, he realized he had suddenly lost that exciting feeling. He...

Without knocking, he walked into the room.

The familiar figure was facing him with her back. She was not lying on the bed but standing in front of the mirror.

"What are you doing?" Qian Lingyou asked with a frown. He strode forward and saw the woman barefoot on the floor. He felt displeased. Everyone was working hard for her health. But she didn't cherish herself. She was in poor health. It was fine if she didn't have a good rest, but she was barefoot on the floor.

"Ah!"

Seemingly shocked, Murong Xiao shivered.

Dong—

A silver object landed on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Qian Lingyou's sight slid down, and then he saw his phone lying quietly on the ground. He frowned but could not blame the woman with her pale and flustered face. He silently bent down to pick up the phone and whispered to her, "The ground is cold. Hurry up and lie on the bed. Didn't I ask you to rest more? Why did you get out of bed?"

A few questions in a row made Murong Xiao more nervous. She hesitated and climbed into bed obediently, but her eyes were fixed on Qian Lingyou's mobile phone screen.

"I saw your phone has been ringing for a long time. I wanted to help pick it up, but I accidentally turned it off..."

"What?"

Qian Lingyou lowered his head in shock and realized his phone had been turned off.

Her intention was good. As a girlfriend, it was good that she wanted to help, but...

If he wanted to turn off his phone, it would not be as simple as just turning it off. Instead, it would take a few steps. At the very least, it would take him at least two minutes, right? He had OCD and was not used to the state where his phone was turned off. It would make him feel like he couldn't control the overall situation.

"Don't help me pick it up next time," He said lightly. Just as Murong Xiao was about to burst into tears, he explained, "This isn't my number but my work number. Generally, those who can call in my partners. Even if you answer it, you won't be able to help me."

"Ah? Is that so? But I just want to help you."

"Lingyou, are you not in love with someone else? Don't laugh at me. I don't feel safe now. I feel you are going to leave me at any time. I... I don't know what to do!" Murong Xiao choked with sobs as her hands became bruised and pale due to excessive exertion.

Because she had been lying on the bed and had never been exposed to the sun, all the energy she had absorbed came from nutrient fluids. So her skin was very normal now. Those well-defined fingers reminded Qian Lingyou of a skeleton.

Damn it—

What the hell was he thinking? This was the woman he loved the most! How could he connect her to a dirty and ugly creature like the skeleton?

Without thinking, Qian Lingyou stretched out his arms and hugged the hysterical Murong Xiao tightly in his arms.

"You...Don't think too much."

"I didn't fall in love with anyone."

Ah, this damn fragrance. He was going to be poisoned by it! Qian Lingyou almost held his breath and said this.

Amnesia was a terrible thing! Not only could it change a person's temper, but it could also change a person's hobbies. God knew Murong Xiao had never used this kind of French perfume in the past. It was a special perfume for love!

And now, her hospital gown was full of such fragrance.

"Really?"

"But I am still afraid."

The person in his arms didn't seem to be comforted. She kept muttering.

"Then what should I do for you not to be afraid?" God knows he was about to suffocate! Qian Lingyou gritted his teeth and said.

"I..."

The person in his arms seemed to be thinking, and there was no movement for a long time.

After a long time, she replied in a low voice, "I want to get married. Love that doesn't have the purpose of marriage is a rogue."

The initiative to mention marriage seemed shameful to her. After Murong Xiao finished speaking, she deliberately rubbed her head against his chest to show her shyness. Qian Lingyou had wanted to be calm and collected, but after being messed with by her, he almost vomited out the food he ate the night before.

"I..."

He tried his best to stop himself from losing his composure in front of his fiancée. He removed the hand wrapped around his body and let it go to free himself.

After taking a few deep breaths, he organized his thoughts and said as calmly as he could, "Xiaoxiao, of course, the ultimate goal of our love is marriage. There is no doubt about it. But we can't get married now."

"First of all, I have a few projects at the end of the year. I can't spare any energy to prepare for the wedding. Second, your condition is unstable as you can't take too much stimulation. Whether it is good or bad, it is not a good thing for you."

Qian Lingyou thought his explanation was perfect and reasonable without any intention of fooling her.

Moreover.

He thought even if she lost her memories, she still had the most basic understanding as a human, right?

After all, he had always been a business-minded man. He loved her, but he also loved his career.

"No!"

"I don't want it!"

"I won't listen. I won't listen. These are all excuses. You just don't want to marry me, right? You dislike me for having no memories with nothing!" Murong Xiao's miserable scream crossed his eardrums and made Qian Lingyou stunned in place. The doctors heard the sound, thought there was an accident, and were stunned in place.

Did they go to the wrong set? Did that shrew shout come from the mouth of the Murong family's Young Miss? The Murong family servants looked at each other and turned away. They didn't want to admit this was their family's Young Miss, who was proficient in the four arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting!

Not only did she lose her memories, but she also lost her IQ!

Qian Lingyou did not come back to his senses for a long time. This was the first time someone had shouted in front of him.

Oh no, it wasn't the first time. He had killed all those who had shouted in front of him earlier.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you saying? When did I say I don't want to marry you?"

"Also, don't shout. You can't be agitated," Qian Lingyou took a long time to digest his girlfriend's transformation. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said carefully.

"You forced me to do this!" Murong Xiao did not show any weakness. She glared at the door and threw herself back into Qian Lingyou's arms, "I don't have a choice. You are the only one left in the world. If the wedding is too late to prepare, can we register for the marriage? We have already passed the country's legal age. We can get the marriage certificate first!"

"But..."

What was the difference between getting married and getting a marriage certificate?

Qian Lingyou smiled bitterly, but he was afraid of provoking her.

After a long silence, he held down Murong Xiao, who was about to get up from the bed. Then, he leaned over and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, can't you trust me a little?"

"Or are you so unconfident in our relationship? I can understand you have no memories and feel unsafe. So you desperately want to catch something. But I am a human, not an object. How can I get married so carelessly? Don't be so impulsive and take it for granted. As for me, I need time to think about it."

"What do you need to think about?"

"You said that you love me!"

"If you love me, why don't you marry me?"

"Oh, I know. You must have another woman outside, right?"

"Qian Lingyou, you bastard, how can you do this to me? I saved you, and you owe me your life. I didn't even get even with you. I just let you and I get the marriage certificate first! Is it so difficult? Is it so difficult?"

"Fake, it's all fake! Liar, you big liar!" The more Murong Xiao spoke, the more excited she became. First, she used her hands to pound Qian Lingyou's chest crazily. Later, she didn't feel satisfied enough and directly began to throw things.

Amid Qian Lingyou's astonishment, she seemed to have gone crazy as she threw out all the items in her hands, teacups, cell phones, watches, and even an intravenous infusion bottle that had yet to be collected.

Because she was too angry, she threw things in all directions.

The infusion bottle took off from Murong Xiaozhi's hand, but it didn't steadily 'fall' on Qian Lingyou's body. Instead, it fell to the ground and then broke into pieces.

Bang—

The sharp glass shards splashed in all directions and sliced across Qian Lingyou's arm. As blood flowed out, Qian Lingyou's heart was sliced open. How did she become like this?

"Why aren't you dodging?"

"Are you alright?"

Countless red cuts appeared on the man's azure robe. Murong Xiao finally woke up from shock and realized what she had done. She had hurt him!

She quickly threw down the last 'weapon' in her hand and struggled to get out of bed to see Qian Lingyou.

But...

The man had already gone out first.

Through the open window, he said lightly.

"Have a good rest. I'll come to see you another day. Also, I won't consider the wedding and marriage certificate for the time being. I hope you can understand. If you can't understand and want to throw something, I will get someone to send you something to throw."

Murong Xiao, "You..."

She still wanted to say something, but he had already left. He left so simply and without any hesitation.