Huo Cixiao had to go to a company meeting today, supposedly because it was the most important project of the year—a mega-project.
Too lazy to go to the office, he sprawled on the bed like a lump of slime, staring at the ceiling, when suddenly he remembered something.
"Damn it, I just found out that after ruining Wu You'an's reputation, it was Huo Cifeng who actually benefited. Although he was doing it to get revenge for his husband, the thought that someone else also profited makes me unhappy."
The system perked up immediately upon hearing that something was about to happen, but just then, Xiao Pang also appeared. "Little Master, time to eat fruit."
Luo Beishi exclaimed in surprise, " Xiao Pang...? There doesn't seem to be any fruit in the room, does it?"
Xiao Pang said shyly, "Master, Xiao Pang can use the elevator now!"
Luo Beishi immediately got up and looked the Xiao Pang up and down. "Impressive! Looks like I can send you to school sometime!"
Xiao Pang: "Master, Xiao Pang doesn't need to go to class. Xiao Pang is very smart, much smarter than college students!"
Luo Beishi felt like he was being subtly targeted! Xiao Pang was pointing fingers at him!
He stopped talking to the Xiao Pang who was being sarcastic, and instead skewered the pineapple with a stick. It was a southern-style dish, a fruit slice prepared with orange-red salt and pepper, something like "sour wild."
The smell alone makes my mouth water; I just really want to eat it.
Luo Beishi chewed on his food, savoring the stimulating sweet, sour, and spicy flavors, completely forgetting that he was eating by his bedside.
The system then asked, "Host, so how do you plan to deal with Huo Cifeng?"
Luo Beishi: "No, Tongtong, that Assistant Zhang, he really can't regain his memory?"
System: "Host, this hypnosis technique is said to be irreversible."
"I know it's irreversible, but irreversibility is just someone else's definition. The ultimate scientific basis might just be metaphysics."
System: "Host, you don't understand Tongtong."
Luo Beishi coughed lightly. "It is said that people with amnesia may remember or have an impression of things from the past if they come into contact with them. Once suspicion arises, people will try their best to dig out the truth."
Assistant Zhang and Huo Cifeng are the people who once murdered my husband. I won't show them any mercy. Even if they have some earth-shattering or heart-wrenching love story, it has nothing to do with me.
I won't have peace of mind until I send them to prison.
Luo Beishi's eyes glazed over for a moment, then he ate a small piece of pineapple with a slightly orange-red exterior.
System: "Host, please issue your command."
Luo Beishi continued slowly, "For you, send him some old posts from school back then. At that age, those forums were popular, right? Go see if there are any posts about Wu You'an taking the beating for him."
System: "Okay, host."
Next, Luo Beishi took out his phone and sent a message to Wen Gong, asking him to arrange for a few people to find out about Assistant Zhang's classmate and, incidentally, to find out more about Assistant Zhang.
The ultimate goal is to get them to hold a class reunion or party. No matter what method is used, we must get Special Assistant Zhang out to reminisce about the past.
Luo Beishi sent Wen Gong one last message: "If something can be solved with money, then use money."
Upon receiving the message, Wen Gong put everything aside and immediately set off to make arrangements.
Bored, Luo Beishi switched to Huo Cixiao's WeChat chat interface. "Husband, I miss you, sending you love~"
Huo Cixiao replied instantly, "I miss you too, every minute and every second."
Luo Beishi smiled and turned off her phone, then took another bite of pineapple. " Xiao Pang, I'm going out to see Grandpa. Help me pick out some clothes; I'm going to wash my hair first."
Actually, he had brushed his teeth, eaten breakfast, and then went back to sleep.
It was already past ten o'clock when he finally woke up. After settling Xiao Pang in, he pressed the bedside bell and instructed the kitchen to prepare a nourishing soup to take to Grandpa.
A little over an hour later, Luo Beishi appeared at the hospital, accompanied by bodyguards carrying a set of Othello and a chessboard.
When Old Master Huo saw them arrive, he suppressed a smirk. "Hmph, I heard you guys got a fever from playing around? Young people just don't know how to control themselves!"
Luo Beishi's ears burned with embarrassment. She said shyly, "Grandpa, I'm feeling great now. I've come to play chess with you. Before that, would you like to drink some pork rib soup?"
"Here, thank you for your hard work, granddaughter-in-law." Grandpa Huo proudly tried to take the white thermos, but Luo Beishi took it away. "Grandpa, let me serve you and pour the soup for you."
Grandpa Huo said "Oh," and thought, "No wonder he's such a promising child; how can he be so filial?"
Then look at the Huo Family. Apart from A-Xiao, who's a bit better, the rest are a bunch of ungrateful wretches who only want to take money from him. When they meet, their faces practically scream, "You old bastard, hurry up and give me the money."
Grandpa Huo was also upset, but what could he do? He had given everything he was supposed to. Now he didn't want to give to that group of people anymore. Anyway, after he passed away, if he was bullied by A-Xiao when he was young, at least he would still have the means to fight back against A-Xiao.
So he left all his inheritance to his children. Besides, it was his property, and no one could interfere. They were all going to turn to dust anyway, so who cared if the inheritance wasn't fair? He could give it to whomever he wanted! In short, he wouldn't give it to those unfilial descendants!
Luo Beishi had no idea that he would inherit a huge fortune in the future. Right now, all he knew was that he was very bored, so he came to find his equally bored grandfather to play chess and pass the time.
If he didn't have to do internships or attend classes, wouldn't this be the retirement life he'd always dreamed of?
Luo Beishi couldn't help but laugh at himself for thinking about retiring before even graduating.
A few days later
Special Assistant Zhang was being bothered to death by a group of classmates, who said they had a secret memory to tell him.
He wanted to tell A-Feng, but felt that A-Feng shouldn't be affected by such a trivial matter, so he planned to make time to go to the meeting alone.
In a private club
A group of people were dressed smartly, but their inner aura didn't match their outward appearance.
Upon meeting, a tall, thin boy A-Nian grabbed him.
A-Nian was Zhang Ze's deskmate, and the others had never bullied Zhang Ze. They were quite kind to Zhang Ze during their school days. After the mysterious person gave him the deposit and the task, they tearfully vowed to make Zhang Ze remember his first love and his past!
Although I've heard that Wu You'an isn't a good person, it's good that he's regained his memories. Maybe Zhang Ze has many more wonderful memories, and it would be such a pity to lose them all.
An hour later, Zhang Ze was forced to listen to their recollections. Even though he hadn't eaten anything, he felt a headache coming on.
He frowned, feeling that what they were saying seemed vaguely familiar, but why was it completely different from his current memory?
What went wrong in the middle?
He could remember these people; they were indeed his classmates. But why, why was Wu You'an in his world?
Did Wu You'an really help him? But that was clearly A-Feng; he remembered that this memory was clearly about A-Feng.
The more Zhang Ze thought about it, the more uncontrollable his headache, nausea, and vomiting became. Finally, he couldn't help but get up and go to the toilet to vomit. Several classmates followed behind him worriedly and quickly patted his back.
The students looked at each other, even more convinced that Zhang Ze's amnesia was real and that the mysterious man hadn't lied to him.