Huang Qiongyi didn’t ask Yun Feiwu where she was going and smiled, saying, “Maomao, in a few days, let me treat you to a good meal. I wish you a bright future.”
“Thank you, Sister Huang.”
Yun Feiwu’s expression was serious, but her gaze remained distant.
Huang Qiongyi remembered the sweet smile that Yun Feiwu had at the awards ceremony and suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
When Yun Feiwu smiled and said, “I have an invisible anchor,” others couldn’t understand, but Huang Qiongyi knew what she meant.
She was reminiscing about a person.
A person who is no longer here.
Yun Feiwu wasn’t always so indifferent. In her childhood, like all girls, she was innocent and lively, her eyes shining brightly as if they were glowing. But after experiencing that event at the age of fifteen, her face lost its smile.
Huang Qiongyi sighed deeply, gently patting Yun Feiwu’s shoulder. “Maomao, Ruan Ruan has been gone for eight years. It’s time for you to move on. You’re still young, and life is still ahead of you. Learn to look forward.”
Xia Ruan, the girl who was once inseparable from Yun Feiwu, like an older sister to her, left this world at a young age, like a flower.
“I know… Thank you, Sister Huang,” Yun Feiwu’s gaze flickered, lost in her thoughts.
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In Xia Shutong’s memory, the woman who raised her and whom she called Wang Xiaoning was her mother. Her mother was gentle, clever, and intelligent, but she was also impoverished and eventually fell ill, passing away in a dilapidated shack in the slum.
However, according to the information collected by Qian Lingling, Xia Shutong’s mother’s name was Zhang Yirou, and she died when Xia Shutong was twenty years old.
Xia Shutong recalled living with her mother Wang Xiaoning in the slum from a young age, living like a wild grass, trampled upon by others, yet stubbornly refusing to surrender to life’s hardships. This story is hosted at novelping(.)com.
But according to the information, Xia Shutong lived abroad until she was nineteen years old and was only brought back home on her nineteenth birthday, after which she took over Wutong Film Industry.
Wutong Film Industry was a gift from Xia Shutong’s mother Zhang Yirou, but before she returned to China, her sister Xia Hongye had been managing it on her behalf.
Qian Lingling also mentioned that Xia Hongye was adopted by the Xia family.
After reading this part, Xia Shutong had a speculation about her own background.
Perhaps she was indeed the daughter of the Xia family, and Wang Xiaoning was not her biological mother. It could be that she was adopted by Wang Xiaoning due to certain circumstances during her childhood. Later, when Wang Xiaoning passed away, the Xia family naturally sought her out and brought her back.
But when Wang Xiaoning passed away, Xia Shutong was only ten years old, while the information stated that she had “returned to the country” at the age of nineteen.
During the nine years in between, what exactly happened?
Did Xia Shutong only get found by the Xia family when she was nineteen, or did the Xia family notice her when she was ten and sent her abroad for nine years?
During this time, Xia Shutong tried searching online, but found no traces whatsoever.
It was as if her past had been deliberately erased.
The next morning, Xia Shutong left the hospital and returned home to recuperate.
Xia Shutong returned to her apartment located in the city center, with a balcony overlooking the Baihe River Bay, facing the iconic building of Haicheng, the Mingzhu Tower.
The suite was a large flat design with five bedrooms and two living rooms. When Xia Shutong stepped into the house, her first reaction was… it’s too big. The living room was too big, the dining room was too wide, and the long dining table seemed endless.
“President Xia, do you still remember this place? Your bedroom is over there, and I usually stay in the room opposite. Nanny Wang is busy in the kitchen and usually won’t disturb you,” explained Qian Lingling, following behind her.
After taking a slow look around the living room, Xia Shutong nodded.
When she first stepped through the door, she instinctively felt lost and nervous. But now, after sitting for a while and listening to Qian Lingling’s introduction, some of her memories seemed to awaken.
This was indeed her home, and she was familiar with the layout of every room.
Moreover, if she didn’t remember incorrectly, she had personally hired someone to renovate the house.
Xia Shutong quickly recalled everything about this apartment, except… she still couldn’t remember anything about Nanny Wang.
“I still can’t remember people clearly. However, compared to when I just woke up and couldn’t remember anything, I am much better now.” Xia Shutong murmured quietly.
…
In the afternoon, Xia Shutong went to the private doctor for a check-up. The doctor only said that her brain was damaged, and he was not sure if her memory could fully recover.
Xia Shutong took some medicine from the doctor and returned home to start reviewing the information about the company. After all, at this moment, she can only imitate her previous self in appearance and actions. But if it’s only imitation, it is impossible for her to manage effectively both the Wutong and Tianjun.
Although Qian Lingling said that she was keeping an eye on both companies and everything was fine, Xia Shutong didn’t want to rely on Qian Lingling all the time. She vaguely felt that it was not good to entrust her fate to someone else’s hands.
Even if she couldn’t regain her memory quickly, Xia Shutong wanted to grasp the company’s information as soon as possible, hold onto power, and protect herself.
What Xia Shutong didn’t expect was that just two days after returning home and before she could fully digest the relevant information, someone came to her door.