"Wait, President Zhou," Dr. Fang stood up and chased after him to the door, "actually, there’s another way."
Zhou Lin’s eyes were solemn, showing a hint of impatience. He didn’t like this hesitant manner of speaking.
Dr. Fang gave a bitter smile and said, "This thod is similar to the one I ntioned before, but instead of making her believe that Ah Lin is dead, this one involves making her completely forget everything about Ah Lin."
Essentially, both thods involved forgetting Zhou Lin, but one seed more cruel to Cheng Zhiwei, while the other would be much easier for her.
"Hypnotism," Dr. Fang explained, "If she forgets that person and everything related to him, she can start anew."
Zhou Lin’s expression was unreadable, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Without responding to Dr. Fang, he turned around and went to find Cheng Zhiwei.
Cheng Zhiwei’s mories were becoming more and more muddled. Today she’d talk about picking up Ah Lin, then in a couple of days, suddenly say she wanted to watch Ah Lin’s basketball ga, and even in the middle of the night she’d go to the kitchen to cook sobering-up soup for Ah Lin.
Her mories were retreating bit by bit, and eventually, she forgot these things and clamored to return ho.
Lin Yu couldn’t persuade her, so she arranged for two servants to follow her around, yet there were still tis when they were careless.
Cheng Zhiwei took advantage of a mont when the two were busy downstairs to sneak out of the Zhou household,
When Zhou Lin received the news, he was in a eting. He instructed soone to watch Cheng Zhiwei, and he rushed over himself.
By the ti he arrived at the Cheng Family house, Cheng Zhiwei was staring blankly at the empty house, unable to understand why, despite not being away for long, the house was now vacant.
It was as if no one had lived there for a long ti.
"Cheng Zhiwei," Zhou Lin called out her na tenderly, "co here."
Cheng Zhiwei slowly looked up at him, her gaze sowhat scattered and vacant, her voice hollow, "There’s been a burglary in the house."
Otherwise, why would it be so empty?
She took out her phone to call the police.
Zhou Lin pressed down on her hand, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on top of her head, his dark eyes filled with discomfort, "There’s no burglar. They just went back to their hotown."
Cheng Zhiwei didn’t understand, "Weren’t they out working?"
How did they end up in their hotown?
She struggled, "I want to go find Sister."
Zhou Lin hugged her tightly to himself, "Sister is also in the hotown."
Cheng Zhiwei stopped struggling, her vacant eyes heartbreaking, "Why would they be in the hotown, I want to go back too."
She squird out of Zhou Lin’s arms and ran into the bedroom, packing a few clothes at random.
The clothes were quite old, after all, so of her belongings were at Sparkling Sky City, so at Maple Courtyard’s Cheng Zhiyin’s house, but to Cheng Zhiwei, she didn’t care at all.
Grabbing a bag haphazardly, she was ready to leave.
"Cheng Zhiwei, aren’t you waiting for your Ah Lin anymore?" Zhou Lin’s throat moved, aware that her mories were gradually erasing him amidst the confusion, and the desolation in his heart began to grow unchecked.
When she had loved him, he took it for granted.
But now that she truly started to forget him, a sense of absurd pain erged.
"Ah Lin?" Cheng Zhiwei murmured the na, her expression showing ripples of confusion and loss, as if she found the na very familiar, but couldn’t rember who it belonged to.
"Yes, didn’t you say he was coming back?" Zhou Lin asked softly, "Aren’t you waiting for him?"
"He is already with Seo Zhenzhen," Cheng Zhiwei’s eyes turned red, she turned her head away, a mix of pain and resignation, "I wish him well."
Her mory beca confused again.
"Seo Zhenzhen took advantage of your account and replaced the things you did for Ah Lin. I’m sorry, he couldn’t see through people."
"Brother Zhou, you don’t need to comfort , I know he doesn’t like ." Cheng Zhiwei said with a bitter smile. She had always seen things clearly; liking soone was her own business, irrelevant to whom Zhou Lin liked.
But she also needed to cut her losses in ti.
"You..."
"I’m leaving now, goodbye."
Where could she go?
Zhou Lin pursed his lips and pulled her back again, "Cheng Zhiwei, wait, I’ll drive you back tomorrow."
"That’s not necessary." Cheng Zhiwei politely refused, "I can take the bus back by myself."
Zhou Lin’s eyes turned slightly cold, and as he pulled her into his embrace, he pinched the back of her neck. Cheng Zhiwei only felt pain in her neck, and then she fainted.
Secretary Zhang bowed his head and said, "Doctor Fang is ready on his end."
Zhou Lin gently and tenderly picked up Cheng Zhiwei and walked out.
Cheng Zhiwei, having liked for so many years, then just keep liking .
Three months later.
Bar private room.
When Cheng Zhiwei pushed the door and entered, the noisy clamor inside hushed for a mont. She looked at the man leaning casually with a cigarette between his lips among the crowd and said helplessly with a smile, "Ah Lin, it’s ti to go ho."
Several n in the room, each accompanied by a beautiful girl, were the only ones with the spots on both sides of the man vacant. Hearing her voice, the man stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up, picking up his jacket. He was tall and had long legs, and his figure was lean and perfect. However, his face always carried a hint of severity, chilling to onlookers,
But that hint of severity softened into tenderness when he looked at Cheng Zhiwei, and he answered faintly, "I’m coming."
In a corner, sat a man in a dark blue shirt, his hair dyed a light grey, wrapping his arm around a woman in a red spaghetti strap dress. His peach-blossom eyes slightly upturned, he blew a smoke ring towards the woman in his arms and said with a hint of mockery, "Ah Lin now seems to be under strict supervision by his wife."
It was sowhat sarcastic.
Cheng Zhiwei had heard of He Lanzhi, who had apparently just returned from abroad and had specially organized a welco-back party today.
From first glance, Cheng Zhiwei took a dislike to this man, so she ignored him.
And just quietly waited for Zhou Lin.
Zhou Lin took hold of her wrist, his eyes obscured in the dim light. He swept a glance at He Lanzhi and said, "If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all."
He Lanzhi pushed the woman beside him away and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, staring directly at Cheng Zhiwei with a disdainful aggression, "Miss Cheng is really fortunate, having won Ah Lin’s heart after so many years, just pity Zhenzhen..."
"He Lanzhi, you’re drunk," Zhou Lin interrupted him sharply, his dark eyes as cold as ice.
In the end, He Lanzhi didn’t dare to be frivolous under Zhou Lin’s anger; he flicked the corner of his lip with his tongue, and with a playful laugh, he said, "Even though Ah Lin is married, he should still attend social gatherings. Miss Cheng, aren’t you afraid that keeping such a tight leash on Ah Lin will make him the laughing stock?"
Cheng Zhiwei replied indifferently, "I was just nearby for sothing, so I ca to pick him up. If you’re still discussing business, I’ll leave first."
She handled herself with grace and appropriateness.
Yet as if she lacked affection.
He Lanzhi snorted, "Since you’re here, why pretend to be so innocent?"
"I asked her to co," Zhou Lin warned He Lanzhi, pausing before adding, "This al, I’ll make it up to you another ti."
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