After the divorce, the aloof female CEO was filled with regret.

Jiang Yuwei's throat tightened, and she gently stroked my back with her palm: "It was just a nightmare, not real. I'm here with you now, no car will hit you. Did you... dream of anything else?"

Her delicate fragrance and body warmth gave me a sense of peace.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck and said in a muffled voice, "That's all, that's all."

Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and she hummed in agreement.

My emotions gradually calmed down, but when I recalled the various parts of the dream, I still felt that those feelings were too real.

Those joys, tenderness, and passionate love seemed to have truly happened; even the impact of the car accident and the excruciating pain of being run over were terrifyingly clear.

"Did it really not happen?"

I muttered to myself, somewhat unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and dreams.

Jiang Yuwei's eyes darkened. "Of course not, aren't you perfectly fine now?"

Also.

If I really had a car accident like the one in my dream, how could I possibly wake up alive?

Thinking about it this way, I felt much more at ease.

Jiang Yuwei's voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable force: "Does your head still hurt?"

I shook my head and gently pushed her away. "It hurt a lot before I fainted, but it's much better now."

She gazed at me silently, her beautiful lips pressed into a straight line.

"Medical facilities here are limited. After the interview tomorrow, come back to Northview with me to see a specialist. We need to find out whether the brain injury was caused by falling into the sea or by medication."

My heart pounded with fear, and I instinctively resisted going to the hospital. I slowly bit my lower lip: "Could I...?"

"No, letting you finish the interview before you leave is already a concession." A sharp glint flashed in Jiang Yuwei's eyes, her tone resolute. "Beijing has many experts, and two of them will even come back from abroad. Regardless of whether you can recover your memory, this headache problem must be cured."

Seeing her serious expression, I dared not argue further and could only reply with an "Oh".

I don't resist seeing a doctor, it's just that I feel uncomfortable as soon as I enter a hospital; it's a physiological aversion.

Jiang Yuwei said that the hospital examination did not find any abnormalities. The doctor stared at the report for a long time and only gave a general conclusion: "I have suffered a head injury and have post-concussion syndrome. Excessive stimulation may cause fainting, splitting headache or nausea and vomiting, which is a normal phenomenon."

She felt there was no need to stay in the hospital for observation any longer, so she wanted to take me back to the guesthouse to recuperate.

I naturally had no objection, and upon hearing that I could leave the hospital, I visibly relaxed.

It was past 10 p.m. when I left the hospital. I had been asleep for nearly 10 hours and was starving.

Back at the guesthouse, Jiang Yuwei cooked me a bowl of noodles.

After finishing my noodles, I felt sleepy and quickly washed up before falling into a deep sleep.

Jiang Yuwei walked out of the guesthouse, smoking one cigarette after another between her fingers.

A bluish-white mist swirled around her brows and eyes as she gazed at the dark sky, her eyes filled with irritation.

A light rain fell, pattering on her shoulders, but she remained motionless, letting the rain soak her.

Soon, a black umbrella was held over her head, and Secretary Li's voice came through: "President Jiang, the organization has replied. They said that the person who gave the man the medication may not have followed the procedure, or he may have experienced a severe impact a day after taking the medication. These are not considered drug side effects, and they cannot handle them."

Jiang Yuwei gave a soft "hmm" and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Secretary Li looked at her and tentatively asked, "On the way back, I observed that the master didn't seem to have regained his memory. Did you notice any signs that he might be regaining his memory?"

Jiang Yuwei suddenly chuckled, her tone tinged with sarcasm and bitterness.

“It has nothing to do with the medicine. His memories are etched into his soul. He didn’t remember them when he should have, and now he can’t erase them.”

"There's no need to force it. After all, there will always be people who prevent me from getting what I want... Just let him suffer less."

Secretary Li was completely bewildered: They've already used amnesia medication, so does memory really have a distinction between the soul and the body?

"Who's preventing you from having your way?"

Jiang Yuwei stubbed out her cigarette with her slender fingers, staring at the dark night sky with a chilling gaze: "Everyone."

Everyone was trying to stop her from achieving her goal.

She thought her memories had been completely erased, that he would never remember the past again. She finally accepted this reality and prepared to start over.

Their relationship had finally eased, and although they were somewhat distant, his heart was slowly drawing closer to her.

They were finally able to live in peace and stop being at odds.

This warm and loving life could have continued.

But who would have thought that he would suddenly remember his first life?

Ah, is it destined that she will never get what she wants?

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the window.

I groggily opened my eyes and was about to get up when I found myself being tightly embraced around the waist.

Not just her waist, but her entire body was pressed against a warm and soft body.

I stiffened my neck and looked down. Jiang Yuwei was lying in my arms, her arms wrapped around my waist, and her legs draped over mine, like a koala clinging to me.

Such a scene is all too familiar in my dreams.

In my dreams, I always get aroused in the early morning. Either she's still asleep when I wake her, or we're both awake, and it starts with a kiss, ending in us rolling around in each other's arms...

The scene was too ambiguous, and I suddenly felt my mouth go dry. I slowly looked away and tried to gently move her hand away to get out of bed.

Suddenly, she leaned in and rubbed her delicate chin against my neck.

A cool sensation on my neck, like a gentle kiss.

My mind went blank for a moment, fearing that things would develop like in my dream, so I decisively pulled away, not daring to look at her even once, and practically fled.

After running out of the room, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes and then gently closed them again.

My cheeks were burning, so I gulped down half a bottle of mineral water.

Pan Dewei sat at the bar and glanced at me: "What have you been doing so early in the morning? Your face is so red."

I gave a guilty smile and said, "I didn't do anything, I just woke up."

I dare not say, my mind is filled with indescribable images right now.

It's all because of that messy dream; the first half was shameful, and the second half was painful, making it unbearable.

Pan Dewei clicked his tongue twice, about to tease me, when his phone suddenly rang.

After finishing the call, he said excitedly, "Go change your clothes quickly, my brother will be back soon!"

"By the way, his boss will be here too. Since you don't have a high level of education, focus on improving your appearance and try to get the job. Even starting as a junior employee would be a blessing!"

I thought it made sense, so I tidied myself up carefully and followed Pan Dewei to see his brother.

His brother's friend had just passed away, and Pan Dewei instructed me never to mention the word "death," adding that his brother had a bad temper and I should never upset him.

I nodded obediently.

The car came to a stop, and a handsome guy wearing sunglasses got out.

Pan Dewei immediately went up to him: "Brother! You're finally back! I've missed you so much!"

As he spoke, he quickly introduced me: "This is the person I told you about. He has some design background. His name is Ye Qiu. He's the one you're interviewing. I don't think he's very capable, but he's qualified to be a junior assistant."

I stood next to Pan Dewei and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, brother."

Unexpectedly, after seeing me, the handsome guy suddenly exclaimed loudly, "Ye... Ye Qiu, what the hell are you trying to pull on me—"