She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

The routine meeting of Roulin Workshop had just ended, and sunlight streamed into the conference room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving streaks of light on the solid wood conference table.

Su Mairou sat in her seat for a long time without leaving. The sales report in her hand showed that the company's performance continued to rise and the production team was becoming more and more mature.

The three manual production lines are now fully operational, with streamlined processes and assembly line operations. Everyone has a clear division of labor and works together seamlessly.

These advancements should have made her happy, but her sister's situation lingered in her mind like a background backdrop, popping up from time to time and pricking her heart, causing a dull ache.

If they hadn't promised Maggie they'd go to a karaoke bar to celebrate Roulin Workshop's progress, perhaps that terrible car accident wouldn't have happened.

Whenever she thinks of that night, the screeching of brakes, the blinding high beams, and her sister's pale face, her heart aches.

The fear and helplessness I felt at that moment still suffocate me when I think about it.

"Don't overthink it," Lin Manlin walked over and gently patted her shoulder, her voice slightly choked.

"Shall we go see Maggie today? I heard she's recently become obsessed with baking."

Mentioning this, Su Mairou's eyes instantly reddened: "I've been feeling uneasy lately, afraid that she'll have another headache."

The last time I visited her, she was curled up on the sofa in so much pain; it was heartbreaking to see her like that.

“Me too,” Lin Manlin sat down beside her, tears welling in her eyes.

"Every time I think about that night, I wish I could turn back time. If we hadn't been so excited and insisted on celebrating, if it had ended sooner..."

The two remained silent, their eyes filled with deep remorse.

That car accident seemed like an insurmountable chasm, completely altering my sister's life trajectory.

It wasn't just the loss of memory; his entire personality underwent a radical change.

"However, judging from her current appearance, she seems quite happy."

Lin Manlin forced a smile. "I've never seen her so enthusiastic about life itself."

“Yes,” Su Mairou wiped her eyes, “Every time I visit her, she’s trying new dishes, learning flower arranging, or painting.”

Although I don't remember the past, at least I'm living a fulfilling life now.

After calming themselves down, the two drove to Gu Tingyu's villa.

The early summer sun was shining brightly, and the lush plane trees lining both sides of the street cast dappled shadows.

The villa area is lush with greenery, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

The garden in Gu Tingyu's house was full of roses that Su Maiqi liked. It was the season when they were in full bloom, and the pink and white flowers were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Pushing open the door, a heartwarming scene comes into view.

Su Maiqi was sitting in front of the easel on the terrace, painting intently. Sunlight shone on her, outlining a soft silhouette.

On the easel is an unfinished design draft. Although she has lost her memory, her artistic talent seems to have not diminished at all. Her brushstrokes are still sharp, and her composition is still unique.

The house was spotless; Zhang Ma must have just cleaned it before leaving.

After Su Maiqi was discharged from the hospital, Gu Tingyu originally planned to have Zhang Ma stay at home to take care of her.

But she doesn't like having someone at home all the time; she prefers to spend time alone and sometimes enjoys cooking and cleaning by herself.

So Gu Tingyu arranged a place for Zhang Ma to stay in the same neighborhood.

Whenever cooking or cleaning is needed at home, Su Maiqi can call Zhang Ma over anytime.

Once she's finished packing, she can leave and still enjoy the peace and quiet of being alone.

Besides painting, Su Maiqi also learns cooking, flower arranging, and baking, and keeps her home in perfect order.

"Sister, Manlin, you're here!" Su Maiqi spotted them and greeted them with a smile.

"I just learned how to make tiramisu, do you want to try some? I watched so many video tutorials yesterday, and I finally made it."

Her smile was gentle and soft, and her eyes were clear as water; she was nothing like the decisive and efficient person she used to be.

She now seems to have returned to her teenage years, innocent, carefree, and naive.

Even the tone of her voice became much softer.

“Maggie is becoming more and more like Mom,” Su Mairou sighed softly, watching her younger sister busy in the kitchen. “Mom is just like that, keeping the house in perfect order while also focusing on what she loves.”

In my memory, my mother always sat in front of the sewing machine, sewing clothes stitch by stitch, but she never forgot to prepare delicious snacks for us.

Although Su Maiqi doesn't remember these past events, she seems to have inherited her mother's gentleness and virtue.

Even though she lost her memory, her love for art remained in her bones.

Without the pressure of work, she had more time to devote to her creative work.

Her study was filled with her design drafts, each one displaying extraordinary talent.

That evening, everyone gathered together for dinner.

Gu Tingyu also returned home early and saw that the dining table was full of dishes made by Su Maiqi herself. His eyes softened.

The braised pork belly is incredibly fragrant, the stir-fried vegetables are refreshing and appetizing, and even the soup is perfectly stewed.

Who would have thought that Su Maiqi used to rarely even go into the kitchen?

Seeing her younger sister's happy and content expression, Su Mairou suddenly said, "Maiqi, have you and Tingyu ever thought about having a child? Life is so stable now, and you enjoy family life. Having a child might be even better."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Gu Tingyu's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Su Maiqi, however, unexpectedly blushed, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes: "Well... I've actually thought about it too... It would be quite interesting to have a little life running around in the house."

"Not now," Gu Tingyu said immediately, his tone somewhat curt.

"Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, and you still have occasional headaches. The most important thing now is to take good care of yourself."

Su Maiqi glanced at her husband with some confusion, as if she had sensed something, but quickly lowered her head and said obediently:

"Okay, whatever you say. Anyway, I'm already very happy with my life."

Lin Manlin watched this scene from the side, but felt relieved.

Unlike Su Mairou, she was someone who knew the truth about contract marriages.

She knew better than anyone that Su Maqi had never longed for a family life with children.

Now that she has amnesia, if her life trajectory is changed under these circumstances, how will she face it when she regains her memory in the future?

As night deepened, countless stars twinkled in the sky.

The roses in the garden swayed gently in the night breeze, emitting a faint fragrance.

Beneath this peaceful and tranquil surface, how many unknown secrets are hidden?

Lin Manlin gazed at the night view outside the window and sighed softly.

It seems that Gu Tingyu is still a person who adheres to the principle of contractual marriage. During this period, Gu Tingyu has been taking meticulous care of Su Maiqi, going home early every day on his days off.

Even Lin Manlin wondered if Gu Tingyu had truly fallen in love and genuinely regarded Su Maiqi as his wife and lover.

But judging from his reaction today, he still wants to keep his distance and distance himself.

Lin Manlin didn't know whether to be happy for Su Maiqi or sad.