The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Chapter 34

His Handsome Face Enlarged

Through the door cracks, Wen Qiao saw a man in a black shirt with his back facing her. He was holding the phone to his ear with one hand and wielding a cigarette with the other. The cigarette-wielding arm had the sleeves rolled up a little, and she could indistinctly see that there was a tattoo with English alphabets on that man’s forearm.

Just as she was about to go closer to take a better look, the man in black shirt turned around. Holding her breath, Wen Qiao hurriedly ran away.

Wen Qiao sat in the inpatient building lobby for a long time, but didn’t see a man of roughly that physique. She guessed that his car must be parked in the underground carpark and that he had directly left from there.

‘Fu Nanli didn’t die.’ When that man said this, he sounded regretful.

With a grave expression, Wen Qiao had thoughts swirling around her mind. Was Fu Nanli’s car accident not an accident?

That made sense, considering the Fu family’s vast riches and large clan. Last night when she had a video call with Lu Youyou, the latter had raved to her about how ‘The Fu family has a net worth of several hundred billion yuan. You’ll be a hundred billion yuan-Young Mistress in the future. My Qiao, you’ve made something of yourself. Daddy is going to enjoy a meteoric rise up the social ladder with you.'”

She also heard that although Fu Nanli was the sole successor of the Fu family, the Fu family had many collateral relatives, and their relationships were complicated. Probably everyone would want a slice of the large pie that was Vast Skye.

Bzzzt. Her phone vibrated. It was the lawyer she engaged, the Lu family’s lawyer Liu Xiangbo.

“Miss Wen, the court has issued a summons. Where would you like it to be sent to?”

“Help me send it to Huaihai Road No. 4333, address it to Mr. Wen Jianmin. Please have the courier boy delivering the summons emphasize at the front desk, that this is the court summons regarding his daughter pressing him for alimony. Make sure to say it as loudly as possible, and it’ll be best if it can be sent at the peak rush hour in the morning.”

“Consider it done.”

With that, Wen Qiao happily hung up the phone.

After leaving the hospital, she took Bus 98 at a bus stop beside Xiangzhang Lane. After a half an hour journey, she got off the bus at Shuying Road.

Having been rinsed by the rainwater, the bluestone alleyway glistened with water. With a transparent umbrella in hand, Wen Qiao returned home.

When she arrived, Wen Chi and Xia Bo were playing games with their headphones on, while Wen Mo was sitting on the sofa and reading a comic book.

Wen Chi was shouting at Xia Bo, “Airdrop in the Northeasterly direction! Be careful… all the members of our team are seated in the car…”

“How dare he wreck havoc on Daddy’s territory! F*ck him!”

“Idiot, the gall of you to bump into Daddy’s car. You know Daddy’s car is out of gas and wish to gift Daddy a car, is it?”

Rolling her eyes at the repeated mentions of the word “Daddy”, Wen Qiao asked Wen Mo, “Has he finished his assignment?”

Wen Mo nodded.

“Did you inspect it?”

Wearing his slippers, Wen Mo dragged his feet back to his bedroom and retrieved two test papers, one biology and one chemistry. He placed them before his older sister.

Wen Qiao saw some traces of amendments on it.

“You inspected all of it, right?”

Wen Mo nodded his head seriously.

“Then did you tell him where his mistakes are?”

Wen Mo picked up a notebook. On it were the corrections for the incorrectly answered questions, written in Wen Chi’s handwriting. Only then was Wen Qiao’s mind put to ease. She patted Wen Mo’s head.

“Go ahead and read your comic.”

With that, Wen Qiao entered her own room. Her room was very small, with a bed, a wardrobe, a study desk, and if two people were to be in the room, there wasn’t quite enough space to turn around.

She sat before the desk and made a video call to Fu Nanli.

Within two seconds, the call was picked up. An enlarged handsome face suddenly appeared on the screen, making Wen Qiao’s heart skip a beat.

He was clad in a black sleeping robe and there was a whole wall of wine cabinets behind him. As he picked up a bottle of liquor, he added two ice cubes into his wine glass. Then he cast a nonchalant glance at Wen Qiao. “Something the matter?”