Before she had watched for long, Ning Yan fell asleep hugging a throw pillow.
"President."
"Shh, let's talk outside."
Jiang Huai had barely started speaking when he was cut off.
Jiang Huai glanced at the sleeping figure on the sofa and immediately understood.
President, just keep spoiling her then.
…
In the evening, Ning Yan insisted on eating savory pancakes and stinky tofu.
Lu Siye hadn't planned to agree, but this little girl cried for a full fifteen minutes. Unable to bear the thought of her crying herself sick, he had no choice but to give in.
"Husband is the best, I love my husband the most."
~Mwah~
With that, she planted a kiss on Lu Siye's cheek.
At the night market.
Stinky tofu, savory pancakes, octopus balls, candied hawthorns… Ning Yan bought one of everything.
"Yanyan, eating these things isn't safe." Lu Siye reminded Ning Yan in a low voice beside her, afraid of making this little girl cry again.
"I know, I know." Ning Yan pouted and said with some impatience.
"I'll buy just one last thing—stir-fried rice cakes and fried chicken, okay?" Ning Yan tugged at Lu Siye's arm and began to act cute.
"Little ancestor, that's two things." Lu Siye corrected Ning Yan in a doting tone.
Ning Yan extended her fair, slender fingers and counted for Lu Siye, "Stir-fried rice cakes, fried chicken, ah."
"Isn't that right?"
"Right, right, right."
Ning Yan's pink lips curved upward, a triumphant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Just then, Ning Yan's phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the caller ID on the screen, Ning Yan furrowed her brows.
Who on earth is this, always calling her?
"Hello, who are you? Why are you calling me? Are you trying to scam my money?" Ning Yan scolded the person on the other end of the line sternly.
"Yan baobao, are you crazy? It's me, Xiao Wanzi." Su Wanwan heard the childish tone on the other end and thought she was joking around again.
Ning Yan's face darkened, and she said huffily, "What Xiao Wanzi? I'm Xiao Tangyuan then."
"Ning Yan, you really don't know who I am?" Su Wanwan realized something was wrong and asked seriously into the phone.
"Give it to me." Lu Siye reached out and took the phone from Ning Yan's hand.
Lu Siye naturally knew who was on the other end of the line—Su Wanwan, Ning Yan's best friend.
"I'm Lu Siye." Lu Siye identified himself after taking the phone.
"Lu Siye? Where's Yan baobao? What's going on with her?" Su Wanwan asked about Ning Yan's condition with a worried expression.
Ning Yan never ignored her calls, but now… now she had Lu Siye answer the phone. What on earth was going on?
"Yanyan suffered a bit of an injury. She can't remember anything now. She says she's six years old." Lu Siye told Su Wanwan the situation in the simplest terms.
Injured!!
Doesn't recognize anyone.
Memory stopped at six years old!
"Where are you? I'm coming over right now."
She needed to see Ning Yan immediately, to see how she was doing. How had she become a little kid with six-year-old memories?
"At the night market."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
Su Wanwan, 22 years old, was Ning Yan's best friend. Though she had grown up in an orphanage, she had a cheerful personality and extraordinary abilities. She already had her own company, ranked 7th in Yuncheng.
About twenty minutes later, Su Wanwan arrived at the night market.
"Yan baobao? What's wrong? You really don't recognize me?"
Ning Yan shook her head and hid behind Lu Siye, not daring to come out. Even though she wouldn't come out, she hadn't missed a single bite of her fried chicken and rice cakes.
"Yanyan hit her head. Now she only knows she's six years old and doesn't remember anything else."
"Lu Siye, is it you? Otherwise, how could Yan Baobei have ended up like this?" Su Wanwan glared at Lu Siye, her cool tone full of accusation.
"Mind your place." Lu Siye's voice turned cold, making Su Wanwan feel a chill despite the scorching summer weather.
"What place? Yan Baobei has been harmed like this!" Though afraid, she still mustered the courage to speak up.
"Yan Baobei, won't you come out?" Su Wanwan coaxed softly at the person behind Lu Siye.
"No." Ning Yan refused without hesitation.
"How about I buy you your favorite taro milk tea?"
Ning Yan shook her head and firmly refused, "No need. My husband will buy it for me."
"Who?" Su Wanwan's face was full of shock and disbelief.
"Him." Ning Yan reached out and poked Lu Siye's arm.
Husband! Ning Yan actually called Lu Siye husband?
She really had lost her memory—otherwise, she could never utter those two words.
Su Wanwan sighed and had to think of another approach.
"Then can I be friends with you? My name is Su Wanwan." Su Wanwan extended her hand and gently introduced herself to Ning Yan.
Meeting Su Wanwan's gaze, her eyes were so gentle, so doting, and most importantly, this older sister was really pretty. She wanted to agree.
Ning Yan slowly extended her hand. "Hello, older sister. My name is Yanyan."
Seeing that Ning Yan had no guard against her, Su Wanwan's mood improved considerably.
"Then, older sister, I want milk tea. Can you buy it for me?" Ning Yan blinked her big innocent eyes and asked Su Wanwan.
"Taro flavor."
Ning Yan nodded and ran out from behind Lu Siye.
"How did you know I like this?"
"I told you we're best friends. Now you believe me, right?"
"I believe you, I believe you." Ning Yan nodded happily. Finally, she had a good friend to play with.
After playing for a while.
Lu Siye brought Ning Yan back to Yunyue Villa.
"Husband, carry me. My legs hurt. I can't walk anymore." Ning Yan spread her arms, demanding that Lu Siye carry her.
Lu Siye's thin lips curved upward, a hint of teasing in his tone. "Didn't you say you wanted to keep playing? Not tired?"
Ning Yan pouted, her arms dropping, and said in a wronged voice, "But I can't walk now."
"Are you unwilling to carry me? Do you think I'm heavy?"
"No."
"Then will you carry me or not?"
The smile at the corners of Lu Siye's mouth deepened. Who asks to be carried with such confidence?
"Fine."
Lu Siye bent down and scooped Ning Yan up from the passenger seat.
"Am I heavy?"
Ning Yan wrapped her arms around Lu Siye's neck and asked him seriously.
"No."
She was very thin—so thin that one hand could circle her waist, so thin that when he held her, he could barely feel her weight.
Ah, her.
He'd take this time to fatten her up a bit.
A few days later.
Ning Sirui returned to Yuncheng.
"Big brother, what did you say? What happened to little Yanyan?" Ning Sirui sprang up from the sofa, staring at Ning Ziqi in disbelief.
"I'm going to find her."
Before Ning Ziqi could say anything, Ning Sirui had already run out.
Ning Sirui was Ning Yan's third brother, only three years older than her.
Ning Sirui was a race car driver who had gone abroad three months ago to compete and had only just returned.
But the moment he came back, he heard that Ning Yan had been injured.