Mengyao spoke candidly without holding back Ye Fan’s concerns. The aim was to tell Jian Tao and Zhao Feipeng about the true reasons behind their assistance. It was not merely altruistic help, but more importantly, to resolve Ye Fan’s emotional troubles.

Part of Zhao Hai’s emotions were intertwined with Ye Fan, making it difficult to handle these feelings. Instead of forcing it, it might as well be allowed to develop naturally. Once accepted, the emotions will naturally fade, leaving behind some memories.

If forcefully eliminated, there might be a significant backlash.

In that case, the one who would suffer would be Ye Fan. It would be better to sort out the threads and slowly adapt.

Of course, Mengyao’s main objective was to get closer to Jian Tao and others, not to be so distant, which would not only benefit Ye Fan but also be advantageous for future interactions and the Zhao Family, truly a win-win situation.

Zhao Feipeng became restless upon hearing that Ye Fan had Zhao Hai’s emotions. He was frightened that Ye Fan would develop feelings for Jian Tao, which would be disastrous for the Zhao Family, understandably worrying him greatly.

If that were indeed the case, what should Jian Tao do? 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

If Ye Fan were to force himself upon her, what could Jian Tao, a weak woman, possibly do?

"That old fool, always talking nonsense. Even if Ye Fan did possess some of Zhao Hai’s memories, they’re just memories. How could they possibly interfere with Mr. Ye’s thoughts and consciousness?" Zhao’s mother was quite displeased with Zhao Feipeng’s reckless remarks concerning Jian Tao. How could that old guy be so unreserved, saying whatever comes to mind?

Regarding what Mengyao said, despite finding it unbelievable, Zhao’s mother and the others had no choice but to accept it. Such bizarre events are not entirely impossible, though the medical probabilities are quite low.

An unlikely event occurred to Ye Fan, and Zhao’s mother and the others quickly understood why Ye Fan and Mengyao were so amicable towards them. It was all in consideration of Zhao Hai, which also benefited Ye Fan.

Jian Tao’s face turned red instantly. Being placed in Ye Fan’s heart sounded so absurd and bizarre, yet she knew it was true. Mengyao wouldn’t lie about something like this.

If that’s the case, what should I do in the future?

She couldn’t see Zhao Hai’s shadow in Ye Fan. What if Ye Fan developed feelings for her, what then?

Despite Zhao Feipeng’s unpleasant words, they represented a possible reality.

Jian Tao was somewhat worried that Ye Fan might treat her like Zhao Hai treated his wife, while to her, Ye Fan was just a stranger. If that happens, what should she do?

She didn’t know how much of Zhao Hai’s memories Ye Fan had inherited, but she was a bit confounded by the feeling of transparency in front of Ye Fan, as if everything she and her husband had experienced together held no secrets.

Jian Tao felt slightly embarrassed, her face blushing.

She understood why her daughter sensed her father’s essence from Ye Fan, now it all made sense.

"You all shouldn’t overthink it. Emotions are mysterious. I’ve dreamt about Jian Tao and Xixi in nightmares numerous times—believe that’s where Zhao Hai’s concerns lay."

"Regarding memories, I have no complete images. If it weren’t for the day Jian Tao’s family moved nearby and I happened to see them, I wouldn’t even know what plagued my dreams."

"Indeed, they were nightmares for me."

"Rather than emotions, these feelings were more of an obsession. If I were to eliminate this obsession forcibly, it might be feasible, but to prevent uncontrollable changes, I let it be. Zhao Hai’s emotions left with me advocate protecting Jian Tao and her daughter, thereby allowing this obsession to dissipate on its own."

Ye Fan said softly, expressing his disdain for Jian Tao, Zhao Feipeng, and others’ wild imaginations.

Jian Tao was somewhat displeased. She didn’t want Ye Fan to know the intimate details between her and her husband. Knowing that Ye Fan had only acquired partial feelings and images, not complete memories of Zhao Hai, she naturally felt relieved.

To a woman, having a man possess her husband’s memories while being a stranger is harsh.

"Nightmare? What nightmare? You’re the nightmare!" Jian Tao muttered to herself, still angry. How could she and her daughter be part of Ye Fan’s nightmare and not be furious?

"Mr. Ye can separate dreams from reality—a daunting feat. Otherwise, one might be influenced by emotions in dreams, potentially leading to chaotic consciousness," Zhao’s mother remarked warmly, looking at Ye Fan and Mengyao with kindness.

"Aside from Jian Tao and her daughter, didn’t dream of us?" Zhao Feipeng enviously asked.

He hoped to be part of Ye Fan’s nightmare too, making him indispensable. Thus, Zhao Family would have unbreakable bonds with Ye Fan, a boon.

"No," Ye Fan assured him.

"What a shame," Zhao Feipeng muttered inwardly, a hint of regret showing on his face.

Ye Fan explained, "Since the moment Jian Tao and her daughter arrived, my nightmares dissipated. After rescuing Xixi, everything stabilized, leaving just the mysterious impulse to protect Jian Tao and her daughter. Nothing else matters."

It’s true. For Zhao Hai, perhaps his last obsession before his death was protecting Jian Tao and her daughter. For his parents, he didn’t even think of them before he passed.

"Forgot mom after having a wife," Zhao’s mother felt deep sorrow. It wasn’t about not being Ye Fan’s nightmare; it was pity for her son. Her son’s death must have been painful, leaving behind concerns for Jian Tao and her daughter.

"With the association with Zhao Hai, let’s get closer in the future," Mengyao kindly suggested.

"Naturally, we’d be delighted," Zhao’s mother replied, smiling.

Zhao Feipeng beamed, "It’s an honor to form a deep friendship with President Chu and Mr. Ye—our family’s privilege. It’s fortune amassed through past lives that lets us maintain such close ties."

"Hope Patriarch Zhao speaks and acts sincerely, without excuses," Mengyao courteously advised.

"..." Zhao Feipeng found himself awkwardly silent.

After a prolonged discussion, Zhao Feipeng, Zhao’s mother, and Jian Tao bid farewell.

Ye Fan sighed in relief, feeling much lighter.