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He had lost his memory, not his wits. From the way those people spoke, he had already gathered that she was a woman he had once liked.

Yet when he saw her, his heart was calm. He felt nothing.

Ah, so this is the woman I used to like. My taste was pretty poor. That was all he could think.

But when he saw Little Eight, he felt so much he could barely control himself. His heart raced, and every part of him, from fingertips to toes, clamored to touch her—all of her.

So that woman called Liu Rongrong was merely someone he had claimed to like. Even if they had been involved, she had only been playing around with a shameless, womanizing wastrel like him—

That had to be it!

Wasn't that the sort of relationship she had with the emperor?

But even if it had only been a fling, he had still wronged Little Eight with this filthy body of his.

No wonder Little Eight had firmly refused him in bed and wanted to break up with him. He had never understood it before. He had only let his jealousy get the better of him, so why had she suddenly cut off all contact?

So that was it—

"Little Eight thinks I'm dirty."

"...Huh?" Weren't they talking about Rongrong? How had this become Young Master Zhu thinking he was dirty?

Li Chenjing looked at her gravely. "Tell me. Was there anything between me and that Liu Rongrong?"

"Of course there was." Li Danxin blinked. "You were childhood sweethearts, an engaged couple. Betrothal gifts had been sent, and the marriage was settled."

"...Does Little Eight know about that?"

"Young Master Zhu?" She had no idea. After all, Young Master Zhu hadn't even appeared back then.

"To hide the fact