nge your clothes first.” Zhong Yuxuan glanced at the thermos, “You didn’t drink much of the chicken soup. Didn’t you have dinner yet We’re just going to eat, why don’t you come with us for a bite and...Having done all that, he took out a voice recorder from his pocket and clicked the play button.

He had been prepared for this a long time.

He wasn't actually dizzy. He did this all as part of his scheme.

Outside the door, Milan's arms crossed over her chest as she glared at Qiao, "I warn you, if Ye Zehan gets hurt, I won't let you off. Remember that!"

Hearing Milan's words, Joe's eyebrows jumped heavily.

Then, he sneered disdainfully, "Oh Is that all you've got How do you plan to make me look good I'd like to hear."

"Don't forget, we're in this together. If I go down, you go down too. I warn you, best cooperate or I'll expose all your dirty secrets."

“You… bastard!” Milan glared at him, her eyes burning with fury that seemed to threaten to consume her.

Strangely enough, Qiao wasn't wrong.

She had absolutely no qualifications to confront him, and if Qiao also turned her in, none of them would have a good ending.

Thinking about this, Milan's emotions gradually stabilized. After she regained her composure, she started negotiating with Joe.

"Let's talk, what do you really want"

"That's how you want it then." Qiao looked at her, his tone cold. "We clearly agreed back then that after we brought He Hanchuan back, we would get rid of him directly. But what about you You actually fell for him."

Milan's eyebrows furrowed. "So what You've already made him lose his memory. He's left his original happy family and has suffered the harm he deserved. Isn't that enough"

"Of course, it's not enough." Joe glared at her. "What is this Compared to what I've lost, this is nothing."

“What are you going to do I warn you, you can do anything you want, but if you try to hurt him, I’ll be the first to disagree.” Milan said in a firm tone, her voice serious and measured. “We’re about to go public with our relationship, and after all my effort to marry him, I absolutely won’t allow anyone to mess it up.”

Saying that, she turned and left.

While watching her leave, Joe's eyes betrayed a look of utter disdain.

He couldn't help but sneer and remind her, "You don't have to be so complacent. Ye Zehan has already developed an immunity to hypnosis, so it won't have any effect on him in the future. There are only two possibilities waiting for him: either he remembers everything, or he becomes senile."

"...."

Hearing Joe's words, Milan's footsteps faltered and she couldn't move forward.

She didn't expect Joe to give her such a difficult decision.

... Dementia ...

On the other side of the door, Ye Zehan had already recorded all these words. After turning off the recorder, he carefully put it away in his pocket.

Then, a slight smile touched his lips.

He now has the most compelling evidence; all he needs to do is hand it over to the police, and then he'll get justice!

Hearing the sound of a lock being picked outside the door, Ye Zehan's eyes darkened. He didn't hesitate at all and walked straight towards the bed.

Immediately after, he hurriedly took off his shoes and lay down.

Milan took a step toward him, moving closer. He brought a chair and sat down by the bed, his slender fingers gently tracing over his brow and eyes, quietly studying his features. He parted his thin lips...

"Zehan, I love you, do you know that"

What awaited her was silence.

And Milan was not in a hurry, quietly looking at Ye Zehan, a hint of infatuation in her eyes.

"I know you don't love me, and I also know that the reason I got you is because of these dirty means. If you could remember all this, you would definitely hate me."

"But I can't help it, Zehan. I love you too much, so I can only keep you by my side this way."

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you. Even if you get dementia, I will stay with you and never abandon you."

As she spoke, tears welled up in Milan's eyes. She gently rested her head against Ye Zehan's body, as if finding a sense of security, and felt inexplicably at ease.

After crying for a while, she stood up and walked out of the hotel room.

And just as she had left, Ye Zehan suddenly opened his eyes, but his gaze was clear.

He wasn't asleep at all.

Although he hated Milan with every fiber of his being, hating her for destroying his family, when he heard what she had to say, a part of him stirred.

After all this time.

And Milan truly loves himself.

But that's not enough to be evidence of her escaping to cause herself like this!

……

After collecting the evidence, Ye Zehan didn't hesitate any longer. He grabbed his coat and walked out of the room.

He has more important things to do.

At the very least, we should try to recover our memories.

Then Ye Zehan made an appointment with Feng Mu over the phone. After confirming the information, he stepped out.

He arrived at the hospital soon.

Feng Mu was standing at the door waiting for him. When he saw him, his eyes lit up with excitement, "You're here, have you made up your mind"

"Hmm." Ye Zehan nodded. "I want to recover my memory!"

"Well done." Feng Mu raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly, a satisfied smile curling at the corner of his lips. "You're truly my best brother. Good, I support you."

"Hmm."

Ye Zehan took a deep breath and gestured with his eyes towards the door, "Go in."

"Good." Feng Mu nodded, then led him toward the hospital.

Soon, they went straight up the stairs and in a short while, they arrived at the laboratory door.

Standing at the door for not long, Wang Ling came out and opened the door for them, reminding them in a low voice,

Come in.

After listening, Feng Mu took Ye Zehan's hand and walked in.

Standing in the laboratory, Wang Ling's gaze was heavy and serious as she looked at Ye Zehan, "Are you really sure This hypnosis treatment is very risky, and I don't have complete control. The risk of failure is especially high."

After listening, Ye Zehan's brow furrowed.

He thought hypnosis therapy was enough, but he never expected such danger!

Then, his eyes gradually deepened, he paused for a moment, then continued, "What kind of danger"

Wang Ling also knew that continuing to deceive him wouldn't help much, so he pondered for a while before continuing, "The danger is extremely high. For example, it could cause permanent amnesia, and you would never remember A-Wan and the children again."

"So you also need to think carefully about whether or not you want to come in for treatment.", yet it couldn't penetrate even a sliver of warmth into Feng Mu's heart.The half bowl of noodles on the table was still steaming, and he muttered in disdain, "Such a waste," before settling back into...