After the meal, Jiang Wanting didn’t return to her room but instead went for a stroll in the Jiang family’s backyard garden. There, she saw a maid trimming the flowers and plants.
Jiang Wanting asked her, “What’s your name?”
“Miss, you can just call me Xiao Deng,” replied Xiao Deng, who was visibly afraid of Jiang Wanting, avoiding eye contact and not daring to look directly at her.
Jiang Wanting pointed to a pavilion not far away. “Come sit over here. Let’s chat.”
Xiao Deng sat somewhat stiffly. In the Jiang household, one must never provoke Jiang Wanting. The young lady was arrogant and domineering, with a rather peculiar temperament, so it was best to keep a respectful distance from her.
Jiang Wanting sat on a stone stool, fiddling with a teacup with her fingertips. “Tell me about some things in the household.”
Hearing this, Xiao Deng silently breathed a sigh of relief. Since losing her memory, the young lady’s temperament had changed quite a bit, becoming much more approachable than before.
From Xiao Deng, Jiang Wanting learned that Old Master Jiang had two sons and one daughter. The eldest son was Jiang Chun, and the second son was Jiang Wanting’s father, Jiang Qixun. Strangely, no one ever mentioned the old master’s daughter.
The eldest branch lived next door to the main residence, while the second branch—her father, Jiang Qixun—lived in the main residence with the old master.
The eldest branch had three sons. The eldest was already married and had a son, while the other two were twins and unmarried.
The second branch consisted only of her and the original owner’s biological brother, Jiang Qi.
Jiang Wanting pursed her pink lips. The Jiang family was thriving with male energy, it seemed. In her generation, she was the only girl.
She also learned that she was a junior at H University. Coincidentally, the original owner was in the same major as her—both studied fine arts.
Jiang Wanting had seen the original owner’s ID card. Being twenty years old and a junior was quite normal.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Wanting got into the driver’s car and headed to school.
In the car, Jiang Wanting turned her head to look out the window. Several days had passed, but she still hadn’t fully adjusted to this identity.
Her past life had been quite difficult. After her mother passed away, her father married his “white moonlight,” and that woman brought a girl a year younger than her into the family.
In her memories, her father had stopped caring for her during her senior year of high school. From then on, she had to earn her own tuition and living expenses for school.
During her senior year, she was still a minor, and no one dared to hire her for part-time work.
Jiang Wanting’s eyes reddened slightly. After a long moment, she lowered her eyelids and pulled herself together. None of that mattered anymore! Now that she had become a millionaire, did she still need the so-called fatherly love from that scumbag father?
Not long after, Jiang Wanting stood at the school gate, gazing up at the large characters on the wall, lost in thought.
She took a deep breath. Starting today, she, Song Ci, was Jiang Wanting. The tragic Song Ci from before was dead.
“Hey, student, stop staring. You’re going to be late,” the gatekeeper loudly reminded her.
Jiang Wanting snapped back to reality and hurriedly walked toward the school gate. Just as she was about to step inside, she seemed to remember something. “Uncle, could you tell me where Fine Arts Class 201 is?”
The gatekeeper looked puzzled. Wasn’t this Jiang Wanting, the belle of the Fine Arts College? How could she not know where her own classroom was?
Jiang Wanting explained, “Well, it’s like this. I had an accident a few days ago and lost my memory.”
The gatekeeper looked at her in surprise, but seeing her expression normal and showing no signs of discomfort, he said, “Take the campus shuttle. Just tell the driver the location.”
Jiang Wanting thanked him and entered the school gate. She looked around, feeling lost. Where was she supposed to catch the campus shuttle? At this hour, there were hardly any people around, so it seemed classes were about to start.
When she chose to ask a passerby for help, the school bus arrived. From the bus driver, she learned that Fine Arts Class 201 had no fixed classroom—they simply held classes wherever available. Jiang Wanting was stunned for a second or two upon hearing this.
She quickly opened her phone’s photo album—the original owner must have saved the class schedule!
Jiang Wanting searched through it several times but couldn’t find the schedule. She groaned inwardly, “No way! Could it be this bad?” She hurriedly opened WeChat and searched for “Fine Arts Class 201.”
Fortunately, she found the group chat and inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
She immediately asked in the group.
[Jiang Wanting: Um… can I ask where we’re having class this morning?]
Nearly a minute had passed since Jiang Wanting sent the message, but no one in the group had replied. She smacked her forehead—she should have just asked in that “Female College Students Passionate Fruit Chat” group earlier!
[Zhuang Xinyi: ?]
[Li Yushan: ??]
[Liang Zhen: ??]
[Shen Linjia: Has the young lady been absent for so many days that she’s forgotten where class is held?]
[Chen Afan: East Building 11, Room 301, Sketching]
Jiang Wanting breathed a sigh of relief, quickly told the bus driver, and then replied with a “thank you” in the group.
What Jiang Wanting didn’t know was that as soon as her “thank you” appeared, the group exploded. None of them could have imagined Jiang Wanting saying the words “thank you.”
By the time Jiang Wanting arrived at the classroom, the class had already been in session for five minutes.
“Reporting in.”
Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. A girl stood obediently at the doorway, with long black hair and dark, bright almond-shaped eyes. She wore a simple white T-shirt and faded blue jeans, with white shoes on her feet, revealing a small section of fair, slender ankles.
“Come in,” the female teacher glanced at Jiang Wanting. “Miss Jiang, how many times have you been late for my class? I’ve already deducted all your participation points!”
Jiang Wanting: “…”
Was it that serious?
Seeing Jiang Wanting still standing motionless at the door, the teacher asked, “What? After a few days away, have you forgotten your own seat too?”
Jiang Wanting bit her red lips and spoke with difficulty, “Teacher, I had a bit of an accident a few days ago and lost my memory.”
Everyone: “??”
As soon as Jiang Wanting said this, many people in the classroom were stunned. What? Jiang Wanting lost her memory? No wonder they felt their department’s flower had changed into a different person.
The female teacher was taken aback for a moment but didn’t bother questioning whether it was true or false. She pointed to a corner and said, “That’s your seat. Hurry up and sit down.”
Fortunately, this classroom was specifically for their class, and the original owner’s painting tools were still there.
Jiang Wanting stared blankly at the drawing board. It was truly unbelievable that the original owner shared the same major as her. In the past, the money she earned wasn’t even enough to buy paints and drawing boards.
If it weren’t for her genuine love for painting, she wouldn’t have persisted until her third year. There were times she felt disheartened and wanted to give up, especially since there was no one in this world she felt attached to.
After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Wanting focused and picked up a pencil to start sketching the statue.
After class, news of Jiang Wanting’s memory loss quickly spread on the school forum.
“Wanwan, are you okay? How did you lose your memory out of the blue?”
The speaker was a girl with long black hair, brown eyes, and delicate makeup. She wore a white dress and white shoes.
Jiang Wanting looked at her curiously. “You are?”
The girl seemed to know about her memory loss and didn’t take offense. “I’m Liu Yiwen, your good friend.”
“Oh, hello!”
During lunchtime, Jiang Wanting and the girl named Liu Yiwen went to the school cafeteria.
Along the way to the cafeteria, people kept giving Jiang Wanting strange looks, which made her somewhat puzzled. It seemed the original owner was quite well-known in the school.
“Wanwan.”
A clear and articulate voice called out.