"We’re strangers. If you continue to pester me, I’m calling the police," Ye Fan said, his indifferent tone carrying a hint of ice.

"Sister, I think you went too far," Qin Mengyao warned.

Qin Yanran knew it, too, and quickly stepped forward to defuse the awkward situation. Meanwhile, Su Qingxue’s chest was heaving with rage. She furiously raised her hand and swung it at him.

But Ye Fan caught her wrist. Though he had amnesia, his reflexes were still sharp. Blocking her slap was child’s play for him. Su Qingxue struggled fiercely, but when she couldn’t break free, she lost her balance and stumbled into his arms.

Ye Fan immediately pushed her away. "I’ll forgive you for being unreasonable this once," he said coolly. "If there’s a next time, I’ll fight back."

Su Qingxue could hardly believe her ears. Why? Why does he seem like a completely different person, someone I don’t even recognize? In the past, Ye Fan always pampered me and never lost his temper. He has truly changed, becoming a complete stranger. The man is the same, but his heart is not. Why is he so cold? Why has he changed?

At that moment, Qin Yanran stepped forward. "Honey, it’s alright. You two go downstairs first. I’ll talk to her," she said.

"Okay," Ye Fan replied. He glanced at Su Qingxue before following Qin Mengyao and Chen Zihan downstairs. For some reason, his mind was suddenly flooded with images of Su Qingxue. Could I have really known her before I lost my memory? The thought left him feeling conflicted.

"What did you do to him?" Su Qingxue demanded angrily. Why is Qin Yanran calling him ’honey’? I’m his legal wife! Hearing someone else use that term left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"I didn’t do anything to him," Qin Yanran said. "Ye Fan has amnesia."

"What?" Su Qingxue was stunned. She couldn’t believe he had lost his memory. No wonder he didn’t recognize her.

"What exactly happened?" Su Qingxue asked urgently.

"It’s a long story," Qin Yanran replied. "Let’s find a place to sit down and talk."

Su Qingxue nodded, now deeply worried about Ye Fan.

Qin Yanran found a quiet spot and told her everything. Su Qingxue was stunned. She couldn’t believe so much had happened to Ye Fan. It was all so sudden and overwhelming.

"So what do we do now? He can’t stay like this!" Su Qingxue asked desperately.

"We’re trying to find a cure," Qin Yanran explained. "I’ve already asked my father to find a Divine Doctor from Shangjing. He should arrive in a few days."

Su Qingxue’s heart ached. Ye Fan had suffered so much. She felt helpless, knowing only one thing for certain: she couldn’t lose him. He had become the most important part of her life, and she couldn’t imagine a future without him.

"I want to see him," Su Qingxue said to Qin Yanran.

"Alright. I’ll arrange for you to see him tomorrow. But it’s best if as few people as possible know about this. Remember, don’t tell anyone, especially not his other women," Qin Yanran warned.

Su Qingxue nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, and left with a heavy, uneasy heart.

Later, in the car, Ye Fan asked Qin Yanran, "That crazy woman didn’t do anything to you, did she?"

In his current state, Su Qingxue was just another crazy woman. In fact, all the women around me seem crazy.

Leaning her head comfortably on his shoulder, Qin Yanran replied, "No, she didn’t. Honey, what would you do if it turned out you had many women?"

Ye Fan was puzzled by her sudden question. "That’s impossible," he said. "How could I have a lot of women?"

"Alright, honey, let’s not talk about this," Qin Yanran said softly. "Let’s go back and rest. Your wound hasn’t healed yet, so you need to get some sleep."

"Mm," Ye Fan nodded. He didn’t understand anything that was happening. Everything was a blur, and he didn’t know who to believe or what his identity used to be.

Back in their room, Qin Yanran lay in Ye Fan’s arms. She didn’t know why, but she relished this period of his amnesia, where she could care for him completely. She even felt like he belonged only to her. The feeling was wonderful, and she often found herself entertaining the thought of claiming him entirely for herself.

Just then, Ye Fan began to gently run his fingers through her long, soft hair. Overcome with happiness, Qin Yanran leaned in and softly kissed him. Though Ye Fan’s memory was gone, his desires were not, especially with the beautiful woman he believed to be his wife in his arms. He instantly switched from passive to active, returning her advance with his own.

Sounds from the room quickly became audible outside. Qin Yanran clutched Ye Fan’s shoulders tightly. His domineering advances were almost too much to handle, but she enjoyed every moment.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Someone was at their door. From outside, Qin Mengyao’s voice cut through. "Hey, you two in there! Can you keep it down a little? Some of us are trying to sleep!"

Ye Fan and Qin Yanran froze, embarrassed. However, they were too carried away to stop midway and soon resumed their passionate battle. Qin Yanran could barely withstand Ye Fan’s fierce, domineering assault. Although his mind was a blank, his body certainly retained its peak physical prowess. Their night of passion lasted until the early hours of the morning.

The next day, Qin Mengyao and Chen Zihan looked terrible. The dark circles under their eyes were proof that they hadn’t slept well. It wasn’t their fault, of course, since their room was right next to Ye Fan and Qin Yanran’s. As adults, they knew exactly what was happening next door. For them, it had been a long night of torment.

Qin Mengyao said to her sister, "I never would have guessed. You’re always such a proper lady, but when you get down to it, you’re so loud! You kept me up all night!"

Qin Yanran abruptly spat out the mouthful of water she had just sipped. With such a blunt sister, it was impossible to remain composed.

Chen Zihan, meanwhile, said nothing. Her heart was still pounding.

At noon, Ye Fan and the others were enjoying a day out by the legendary West Lake, its scenery imbued with an ancient, poetic charm. Jiangning City had been a famous, bustling metropolis in ancient times, and many poets and scholars had left behind timeless verses in its honor. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Just then, a small boat drifted toward them. "Honey," Qin Yanran said, "the person on that boat wants to see you."

"See me?" Ye Fan was confused, but after Qin Yanran gave him a reassuring nod, he stepped aboard.

Maybe this will help bring back some of my memories, he thought.

On the boat, Ye Fan drew back the canopy’s curtain and saw Su Qingxue. She was wearing the same soft, long dress she had on when they first met. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and her eyes were as gentle as tranquil water.

"You’re here," she said softly.

"Yes. Did you need me for something?" Ye Fan asked.

Even with amnesia, Ye Fan couldn’t help but stare. Su Qingxue’s beauty was comparable to Qin Yanran’s, but her serene, almost otherworldly temperament was even more captivating.