"She wasn't mistaken. I really am together with the gardener."
Wu Heng's words struck Lian Xiangyu, Ning Yi, and the others like a muffled thunderclap.
"How is that possible?"
Ning Yi, whose character was innocent and kind, still couldn't quite understand how things had developed. Although she didn't believe everything happening around her was merely a fictional script written on a slip of paper, "Ning Yi" was still rather pleased that the man she had taken home was a CEO with amnesia who had fallen in love with her.
After all, no normal person would take a stranger off the roadside and bring him home. Even a genuinely kind person would, at most, call the police or an ambulance. Ultimately, hadn't "Ning Yi" taken "Lian Xiangyu" home because the man lying by the road wore an obviously expensive suit and was rather good-looking?
Every girl had dreams. Even though Ning Yi was already past the age of being a "girl," after following an amnesiac CEO into such a luxurious villa, she had naturally lost herself in the fantasy and believed she was the heroine of a romance novel.
What was wrong with novels and scripts?
As long as she was the heroine, her whole life would be wonderful. So what if the supporting female character was a gorgeous heiress? As a supporting character, she could only circle around Ning Yi and Lian Xiangyu to no avail. Ning Yi felt that the moment she and Lian Xiangyu met, they had become the center of this world.
The whole world was merely a side dish to her and Lian Xiangyu, and no side dish would ever taste better or excite the palate more than they did as the main course.
Until...
Lian Xiangyu's father... her future father-in-law... and the gardener? Ning Yi