In the study of the Hua Family, the heavy voice of Hua Father rang out: "Zifeng, are you certain he is Jiang Jinghuai?"
"Dad, you should be asking my sister about this." Hua Zifeng, sitting on the chair with his legs crossed nonchalantly, smirked: "My sister knows my brother-in-law like the back of her hand, she’s had her eyes on him for ages."
Though Hua Zifeng spoke in a frivolous tone, his words were not without rit.
Hua Father let out a sigh, turning to Hua Jun: "Ah Jun, what is your view?"
"I am certain it’s him." Hua Jun brushed aside Hua Zifeng’s sarcastic tone, resolutely asserting, "Jinghuai has a thumb ring that he loves to wear. He’s worn it for many years. I would never mistake it—it’s undoubtedly his ring."
In truth, Hua Father himself had confird it the mont he saw the man—he bore an uncanny resemblance, like a mold cast of Jiang Jinghuai.
Nonetheless, he still found it incredible.
Holding a position of power, surrounded by layers of secrets and connections, Hua Father was compelled to think carefully, exercise caution. One misstep and everything could be lost—not just him, but an entire family.
"Zifeng, how did you find him? It’s said the military couldn’t even locate his body."
"Picked him up in Yunnan, simple as that. When I found him, he was covered in injuries and rembered nothing except his na, Ye Jiang." Hua Zifeng shrugged and chuckled, "Right now, he treats like his savior and plans to work for . I’d love to have a bodyguard like him—being escorted around would be quite the statent."
Hua Jun coldly rebuked, "Don’t even think about it."
Hua Zifeng let out a snicker, "Sis, don’t forget, he’s soone I found. If you want him, we’ll have to discuss terms—don’t even try to strong-arm ."
Hua Jun’s face inexplicably turned red, and she chose to stop arguing.
Hua Father, of course, could see through Hua Jun’s thoughts.
"Since Zifeng rescued him, he can be considered half a mber of our family. Losing his mory is actually convenient—Jiang Jinghuai is an extraordinary talent. Recruiting him into our family would be beneficial. However, he’s still soone from the military. Even with his amnesia, I can’t fully trust him. And who’s to say the amnesia isn’t feigned."
"I tested him. He appears to genuinely have amnesia." Hua Jun emphasized, "Doctors also confird his brain suffered severe trauma, resulting in true mory loss."
This ant that he no longer rembered Tian Sangsang, their child, his parents, or even her. He no longer recalled anything from his past. He only rembered a single na: Ye Jiang. He was like a blank canvas, awaiting her to paint the future she envisioned.
She could craft the image of a family. They could eventually have children of their own.
They could live happily ever after.
At last, she had the chance to possess him.
"Even with amnesia, we cannot afford to be careless. mories can eventually return."
Hua Father’s eyes glinted with a sharp edge.
Hua Zifeng straightened his posture, lowering his crossed legs as he fixed his gaze on his father: "Dad, our family hasn’t committed any cris. What are you so afraid of? My troubles at most are minor—just romantic debts, which my sister has already helped sort out. You and Mom are clean and reputable. And Sis—aside from putting on a strong front—hasn’t done anything terribly wrong. None of these are capital cris."
"Besides, who dares to point fingers at our family?"
Hua Father’s heart sank. It wasn’t so simple.
The arrogance behind their actions required sothing substantial to back it.
So things he couldn’t reveal—they wouldn’t understand.
Hua Zifeng lowered his gaze, the corners of his lips curving upward: "Since you’re worried, Dad, then make him one of us. Bind him to our family ship so that getting off is no longer an option."
Hua Jun looked at her brother in astonishnt, her heart skipping a beat.
Indeed, like father, like son—their thoughts were perfectly aligned. Hua Father kept quiet, inwardly amused but wary.
With a lift of his brow, Hua Zifeng added, "Make him your son-in-law—then he won’t be able to escape even if he wanted to."
"That depends on whether Ah Jun agrees," Hua Father remarked thoughtfully, casting a glance at Hua Jun, then pausing in contemplation. "Didn’t you read the recent newspaper about the Jing University student like Li Bai who abandoned his wife and child? Marriage couldn’t tie him down."
Hua Jun silently ridiculed the comparison, hurriedly retorting, "Ye Jiang isn’t the kind of man who’s irresponsible and unfaithful."
By saying so, she had given her consent. Hua Father asked, "Ah Jun, have you thought it over carefully?"
Marriage, after all, was a lifelong decision. Precisely because it was a lifelong decision—and she could marry the man of her dreams—she couldn’t be happier, there was no chance she would refuse.
"If he’s going to be my son-in-law, then he can’t remain inexperienced."
Hua Father waved his hand decisively, "Let him train at the Public Security Bureau first."
Hua Jun bead with delight, "Thank you, Daddy."
**
Ye Jiang, a newcor at the city’s Public Security Bureau, was forcibly placed there by the Hua Family. Since his arrival, he had rapidly climbed the ranks. In just half a month, he had risen from being a rookie to deputy team leader, second only to Captain Xu Zhengyang.
Xu Zhengyang worried about being overtaken—though he believed he wasn’t mistaken, the teoric rise of Ye Jiang unnerved him.
The veteran officers weren’t pleased either, but Ye Jiang quickly won them over with his looks and skills—no one dared to protest anymore. His combat prowess silenced their complaints—they couldn’t beat him!
Rumor had it that Ye Jiang bore a striking resemblance to the famous Colonel Jiang of the Group Army—exactly alike. But that man, as everyone knew, was deceased.
One day, Ye Jiang, now deputy team leader, began handing out invitations.
He was getting married and had invited everyone at the Public Security Bureau.
The wedding was scheduled for seven days later.
Tian Sangsang had been staying indoors these days, completely unaware of the rumors circulating outside. Zhao Chun, often out and about, heard about everything clearly. Then he received two invitations: one addressed to Tian Sangsang, and one addressed to himself. The groom, Ye Jiang, was the man rumored to look identical to Jiang Jinghuai, and he was marrying Hua Jun.
Suspicious, Zhao Chun imdiately rushed to the Public Security Bureau. By chance, he caught sight of the man not far away. He was dressed in a police uniform, wearing a cap, a gun on his waist, polished boots on his feet.
He stood tall and firm like a white poplar, exhibiting an unyielding presence—and above that, the face, so familiar it couldn’t be more so.
A cigarette held between his fingers; he exhaled plus of smoke.
"Jinghuai!" Zhao Chun called out in a mix of shock and joy, quickly approaching him.
A car sped by; the man boarded Hua Jun’s vehicle.
Zhao Chun couldn’t catch up, stopping in his tracks, deep in thought.
**
"Ah Jiang, you did very well," Hua Father praised cheerfully.
Although he had been uneasy about Ye Jiang and had covertly observed him at the police bureau, Ye Jiang had consistently kept to himself, never forming friendships or engaging with others. Now, on the eve of the wedding, Hua Father entrusted him with a major task: a shipnt at customs that needed entry. If he were truly Jiang Jinghuai, he would certainly block it. Yet he didn’t—and instead handled it impeccably.
Finally, Hua Father’s doubts about him were laid to rest.
"For you, Father, I am happy to serve," Ye Jiang replied with his usual expressionless deanor, his tone devoid of emotion.
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