A fashion queen

He didn't want to restrict her life, nor did he want to turn her into an idler. He did this out of his own protection.

After all, this woman didn't even know her true identity. If she encountered an accident or emergency while working, she would be helpless. To avoid unnecessary trouble and risks, he had to completely dispel her unrealistic ideas.

"I know you are financially strong, but I really don't want to spend every day in a daze. Although I am powerless now because of amnesia, this feeling is really terrible, as if I have become worthless. If I don't try to find something to do, I'm afraid I will soon have a mental breakdown." Cui Ziyue said with determination.

Hearing this, Mo Yunting just turned his head away, looking as if he had no room for maneuver.

However, Cui Ziyue did not give up. Instead, she decided to pester him until he agreed.

"No matter how hard you try to talk, it will be in vain. Before you regain your memory, I will never allow you to step out of the house to work. Because any potential danger is unbearable for you now." This is Mo Yunting's true confession from the heart.

"I'm truly grateful for your care and consideration for me over this period of time. But I know in my heart what I truly desire. Even if I lose all my memories, I believe I can still live on with strength. I long to shape my own future with my own hands. Only in this way can I live a life without regrets. Can you bear to watch me wither and fade like a flower?"

"Yue'er, after spending these days together, I believe you have already understood my character and personality. I am not the kind of person who is overbearing and restricts your freedom of movement. To you, I am at most just a friend who is slightly more familiar than a stranger." He frowned tightly, and was really unhappy about her plan to go out to work.

"No, please don't think that. If it weren't for your willingness to take responsibility and take care of me, a big troublemaker, I'm afraid I would really be lost and homeless. You are so important to me!" A hint of shyness quickly crept onto Cui Ziyue's delicate face. It took a lot of courage for her to say such embarrassing words in person. At this moment, she couldn't help but wonder: I wonder what he would think after hearing this?

She raised her head slightly and glanced at him cautiously. She was instantly drawn to those deep, dark eyes that seemed like a bottomless abyss. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not glimpse any of his true thoughts from those eyes.

It turned out that she was the only one who was obsessed with him all along, and he didn't care about her at all.

She couldn't help but feel immense regret. How could she have fallen for him under such circumstances? To him, he was nothing more than the perpetrator, intent on repairing the trauma he had caused her. Therefore, in his eyes, she was just an ordinary woman. But... she wasn't willing to accept such a gift.

He had given so much for her—meticulous care and attention during her hospitalization; after her discharge, he arranged comfortable housing for her; and even visited her in his free time. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, and meticulous care would surely captivate any woman. Over time, she naturally developed feelings for him, but what about him? Was he also moved?

Deep down, she desperately wanted to ask him that question: "Is there someone you like? What do you think of me?" But every time the words reached her lips, she swallowed them back in her stomach - it was obvious! How could a woman like her with such a vague background and unknown origins possibly catch his eye and win his heart?

Alas... She could only sigh secretly and murmur softly about the inconsolable depression and helplessness in her heart. There was no other way.

But is the truth really that simple?

In reality, a huge uproar was brewing deep within Mo Yunting's seemingly calm and peaceful heart...