Chi Mi thought she could tease him a little, but when she saw his reply, her smile froze.
He used her birthday as his password?
Really?
Though, that probably didn’t mean anything.
Maybe she had set it herself.
Chi Mi typed in the password while holding her phone to send him a message.
[Using my birthday as your password, hubby, don’t tell me you’ve had a secret crush on me all along?]
[You like me this much but still act all cold and aloof, such a sly tease, you really are something!]
She found another cute emoji and sent it over.
After thinking for a moment, she lifted up her Magical Girl nightgown, sat down on this ridiculously expensive chair, struck a little pose, aimed at her long legs, and took a photo.
Admiring her beautiful legs, Chi Mi hit send.
He forced her into this, he was worse than a beast!
She’d disgust him to death sooner or later.
[Hubby, here’s a reward—my gorgeous white legs. Mwah, love you!]
Chi Mi typed on her phone, her smile gradually twisting.
Anyway, she was a patient right now, so nothing was awkward for her.
Whether anyone else felt awkward was none of her business.
After sending the message, Chi Mi set her phone aside and began flipping through the surveillance footage Assistant Xiang had delivered.
…
Feng Yixun’s phone kept buzzing.
The people around the oval conference table noticed he wasn’t speaking and wore somewhat strange expressions.
President Feng seemed a bit distracted today.
Still, everyone focused on their work, covering whatever needed to be covered.
Feng Yixun looked at his phone, his expression grave just a moment ago, then the next second, the corner of his mouth curved up slightly.
A fleeting smile.
But everyone still saw it, and for a moment, the atmosphere shifted into something unusual.
After a brief silence, everyone pretended they hadn’t seen anything and continued busying themselves with their tasks.
…
The surveillance footage from several spots around the Feng family villa had been compiled onto a USB drive.
Chi Mi started watching intently at first, but soon realized there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary.
A lot of people had come that night—a bunch of strangers coming and going.
She herself had started the evening in a strapless evening gown.
Bright purple, form-fitting, flattering her figure well.
She pursed her lips, looked down at the girlish nightgown she was wearing now, and couldn’t help feeling a little strange.
The version of herself that occasionally appeared in the footage looked somewhat reserved, but always wore a gentle, fake smile.
To socialize, she’d drunk a lot.
Later, the evening gown got stained with spilled drinks, so she went inside the villa to change into a new outfit—a short-sleeved shirt and plain jeans, exactly what she’d been wearing when she woke up that day.
In the footage, she saw her mother.
A strange man who seemed very close to her mother stayed by her side the whole time, the two of them chatting and laughing together.
Her mother handed her a glass of wine, then pushed her—already who knows how drunk—over to Feng Yixun’s side.
No one unusual, really. Whoever offered her a drink, she seemed to accept it.
“I can hold my liquor that well…”
“But then, how did I end up like this…”
Chi Mi watched with her brows furrowed, muttering to herself from time to time.
The man beside her mother, An Wangning—was he her boyfriend?
Or rather, Chi Mi’s stepfather?
If she really did have a stepfather, then that stepfather clearly had a strong motive.
The An family’s wealth might not rival the Feng family’s, but across Li City, they were still a major powerhouse.
She didn’t even know who to trust anymore.
Now her mother only wanted to use her, and her father’s attitude toward her was also quite cold.
After thinking it over, Chi Mi called Xu Chaoxi again.
Based on the information Xu Chaoxi had gathered, she sorted through her own background and current situation.
Chi Mi had gotten into Qinghua University at eighteen, a true heiress and academic prodigy.
To celebrate her academic success, her father, Chi Zhengyu, took her to Europe for nearly half a year of travel.
Chi Mi and Xu Chaoxi were in different countries, and because of the time difference, they didn’t stay in frequent contact.
But she was still happy during that period—at least, everything she told Xu Chaoxi was happy.
Near the end of her university years, problems began to emerge in her family.
She barely managed to get through graduation, only to face the crisis at the An Da Group.
Because of all the upheavals, Chi Mi’s mental state deteriorated severely.
Xu Chaoxi wanted to help her but was powerless to do so.
Not long after, she married Feng Yixun.
The An Da scandal was quickly suppressed by the Feng family.
But the relationship between the two had essentially never been good—or rather, it had its ups and downs.
In Xu Chaoxi’s eyes, Chi Mi had been holding on all these years for Linlin’s sake.
Chi Mi still couldn’t figure out what kind of upheaval in her family could have turned her into this.
Was it just because her father and mother no longer loved each other that she completely fell apart?
Or because her mother forced her to cater to a man she didn’t like?
As for An Wangning’s boyfriend, Xu Chaoxi said that her mother indeed had a man in a very close relationship with her now.
That man was named Wei Yuanhang, thirty-eight years old, a small property developer.
He was only eleven years older than Chi Mi.
After ending the call with Xu Chaoxi, Chi Mi sat in front of the computer, staring blankly.
All these messy things—just thinking about them gave her a headache. She couldn’t remember anything now, so why should she have to bear all that?
Since they were all unhappy memories anyway, it was better to forget them completely.
If regaining her memories meant enduring pain, why bother retrieving them?
The seventeen-year-old Chi Mi had never been one to seek out suffering for herself.
She sat in Feng Yixun’s chair, gripping the armrests, and spun around twice.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of clarity—Heaven had mercy, letting her return to seventeen.
She looked at the computer screen in front of her and curiously clicked around.
Having lost ten years of memories, her entire version of herself was a decade behind modern society.
Now, even looking at this computer felt incredibly novel to her.
Feng Yixun’s desktop was quite clean—aside from the commonly used software, there wasn’t much else.
What a boring man.
Chi Mi thought about changing his desktop wallpaper, and somehow, she seemed to have downloaded a few things she couldn’t quite understand.
She stared seriously at the extra icons that had appeared, thinking there didn’t seem to be any major problem.
She hadn’t deleted anything randomly—surely he wouldn’t do anything to her over that?
After rummaging around aimlessly, she spotted some files in his local disk drive.
She clicked them open and found they were actually wedding video recordings.
Curious, she played the video, as if watching someone else’s life.
The Chi Mi from five years ago—her pregnancy wasn’t showing yet—looked radiant and stunning in her wedding gown.
The gown’s design was elegant and grand, carrying a hint of classical artistic flair.
That man, Feng Yixun, seemed to be the center of everyone’s attention no matter what he wore.
His impeccably tailored suit accentuated his straight, long legs.
Those dark gray eyes seemed to hold an elusive sensuality buried beneath the coldness.
Throughout the entire process, she didn’t smile much, but she was utterly captivated by the man on the screen. The Feng Yixun from five years ago seemed even colder and more brooding than the one now, and his gaze at her remained just as obscure and unreadable.
“Looking at this, I seem like such a lovesick fool…”
Chi Mi was thoroughly disgusted with herself.
The wedding took place on a strange island, and it looked quite lively.
Most people were wearing fake smiles.
In the video, they exchanged vows to become husband and wife.
Feng Yixun slipped a ring onto her finger.
It was only then that she realized she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring on her own hand.
It’s as if they’ve gotten divorced—how come there’s no ring at all?
Chi Mi thought to herself that she would definitely ask him about the ring tonight.
Seeing that the groom was about to kiss the bride, she quickly grabbed the mouse, intending to skip this part.
In her panic, she seemed to have clicked the wrong thing again.
Chi Mi’s eyes widened as she fumbled around, suddenly unable to find where the mouse was.
After a flurry of clumsy movements, the groom’s lips met the bride’s, and as their mouths parted, the version of herself in the video closed her eyes, drowning in his lingering, tender deep kiss. Her face flushed with embarrassment and her heart raced as she frantically slammed the keyboard—a flash appeared before her eyes, and the computer screen went blue.