Fan suddenly performed a very dazzling ball-handling skill, passing the ball from behind him, while Zhang Hong, because he couldn't stop his body in time, rushed forward abruptly.ot, a fool. ot Ye Fan...It took Li Nanfang over ten minutes to tell Duan Xiangning exactly what Ling Chen and Lu Hang had talked about.

In fact, everything he was saying now, Duan Xiangning, who had been hiding behind the window since early morning, had already heard it.

However, at that time, she, just like Lu Hang, was afraid that Li Nanfang was pretending to be stupid.

Now, Duan Xianger's heart that had been held up in tension finally eased.

His heart was filled with joy: “Memory loss is great, memory loss is great!”

Li Nanfang had only lost his memory, and no longer recognized anyone like Yue Zidong or Huaye Shen. Only then could he, according to the lies fabricated by her and Lu Hang, treat her as his wife.

And right now, Duan Xiangning had to do was immediately report the matter of Li Nanshan's amnesia to the Dali Duan clan.

With the Dali Duan clan's core members possessing high intelligence, they would be able to devise the most perfect plan in the shortest time possible to patch up the flaws in Lu Hang's lies.

This led Li Nanshan to be utterly convinced that he was Duan Xiangning's husband.

Li Hang is just a cousin of the Duan family.

Du Xiangning lived in the Lu family, but since she was alone in Beijing and it was inconvenient to do anything on her own, this was only a temporary place for her to stay.

"The South, fear not."

Duan Xiangning held Li Nanzhi's chin in her hands, gazing into his eyes with an overflowing affection. She softly said, "You may have lost your memory, but you haven't lost me."

"Yes, you are right."

Li Nanfang grinned, he was really happy.

Xiangning is right.

What does forgetting count for

As long as I have a wife who is still sexy, alluring, and gentle, it's enough.

It's just amnesia, not dementia. He can still take care of himself.

All of his instincts,

even after losing his memory, didn't disappear.

Like the skill of fighting.

One can clearly feel something hidden within the depths of one's being.

The skill of driving.

The driving skills of Ji Yan in bed - including smoking, drinking, gambling, and cheating!

These are all here.

What is lost is only some unhappiness from the past.

To think, amnesia is still pretty much an empty shell.

"Be good and watch TV here for a while. I'll take you out to play after I finish the housework."

Du Xiangning stood up, lowered her head and gently kissed his forehead, then turned around and walked out carrying the tray with the pan-fried perch.

Of course she wasn't doing housework.

Now she is the young mistress of the Lu family, living in their home.

She was willing to cook for Li Nanfang, it was her hobby.

After she carried the dishes to the kitchen, she turned and walked away. The nanny certainly wouldn't dare to object.

Duan Xiangning came to the backyard and looked back, making sure no one could hear her. Only then did she take out her phone and dial a number.

Dali, Duan family.

Still in the garden where flowers were in full bloom, inside a delicately crafted pavilion.

Old Master Duan sat with his back to the south and his head slightly bowed, his right hand gently stroking his white beard.

Dan Erdai sat on his left, holding a purple clay teapot and attentively brewing kung fu tea.

Duan Shouchang stood on Duan Lao's right, bowing his head slightly. His hands were clasped at his sides, his eyes fixed on his nose, his nose fixed on his heart, not a trace of arrogance in his demeanor.

When the second generation held up a teacup, only slightly larger than a wine cup, in both hands before Old Duan, he slowly opened his eyes and looked out towards the small pavilion.

Five people were still on the bluestone path outside the pavilion.

Four people are standing, one person is sitting.

The four people standing were two couples, standing on opposite sides of the stone slabs.

When the four of them occasionally met each other's gaze, a faint hostility would immediately emanate from them.

The person sitting was a young girl with short hair.

With a cold and imposing appearance, he was dashing and elegant.

Unless she was seated in her armchair, legs bound by that cumbersome plaster cast, she would stand tall as a spear, back straight and unwavering.

Five people who were stealing glances at Lao Duan, immediately retracted the hostility radiating outward when they saw him open his eyes and stood up straight.

"Is that all"

Elder Duan raised his teacup, took a sip, and then asked in a soft voice.

Five people, none of them spoke.

This is the default.

Just an hour earlier, Lao Duan had given the two couples, five people in total, enough time to stand in their own shoes and engage in a full-scale, no-holds-barred debate, accusing each other of hostility towards the incident of Duan Xiang being crippled by Li Nanfang.

Mr. Duan is a master of household management.

When important conflicts arise between family members, they are always given an hour to debate who is right and wrong.

The members of the Duan family were accustomed to this way of dealing with problems, and it had become second nature. So after Old Master Duan closed his eyes, both sides, according to the Duan family's long-established customs, engaged in a heated debate.

During the debate, besides avoiding vulgar terms like "grass mud horse, messing with your dad," you can freely express yourself with phrases like "you're a fool, trash."

Speak freely, the more you argue, the clearer the truth becomes.

If you were in someone else's shoes, having to silently listen to two people fight for an hour would undoubtedly be a painful experience.

But for Lao Duan, or perhaps for elderly people of Lao Duan's age, it is a kind of enjoyment.

Just like people, as they age, they love to bask in the golden rays of reminiscence, lost in those irretrievable youthful days.

"Okay."

Before anyone could speak, Lao Duan glanced at Duan Erdai and said, "Shouchuang, how do you view this matter"

Duan Erdai is the current head of the Dali Duan clan.

But he wouldn't dare to have any opinion just because the old master didn't ask him, but asked Duan Shuchang instead.

The reason is very simple, Duan Shouchang is his son who he carefully cultivated for more than thirty years.

The third-generation head of the Dali Duan clan.

Now, Lao Duan is letting Duan Chuang say his opinion, which is about cultivating his ability to govern the household.

"Grandpa, here's what I was thinking."

Duang Shouchuang took a small step forward, raised his head to look at Duan Xiang outside, and said slowly: "For this matter, Duan Xiang is responsible for eighty percent."

What

Before Duan Xiang could respond, her mother raised an eyebrow and sharply asked, "Xiang'er went north on official business. Everything she did was according to the family's decision. But she was beaten and crippled, by that despicable woman, Duan Xiangning—"

As soon as she got to that point, the woman standing on the west side interrupted her sharply: "Shut up! Who are you calling a wretch"

"I said that bitch Duan Xiangning!"

Mrs. Duan Xiang's mother was unafraid, she glared at Mrs. Duan Xiangning's mother: "If it weren't for that bitch providing information, how could our Duan family have lost face at the wedding How could Xiang'er be disfigured while cleaning up the mess, by that bastard Li Ha, you, from the fourth branch, don't glare at me either. Isn't your daughter a bitch I think you know better than me. If she wasn't a bitch, why did she already collude with that bastard Li before we knew about their affair"

Mrs. Duan Xiang wouldn't even give Mrs. Duan Xiangning a chance to speak, her words firing off like machine gun bullets: "Hmph, back then she was still the young mistress of the Lu family, wasn't she Although the Lu family isn't much, it's still my Dali Duan clan's legitimate in-law family. She teamed up with that scumbag Li to commit adultery, not only ruining the face of the Lu family but also dragging down the face of the Dali Duan clan."

Under the full-force assault of Duan Xiang's sharp-tongued mother, Duan Xiangning's mother was left with no power to fight back.

His face was pale with rage, pointing at her finger, trembling constantly.

“Old man, this matter must be handled with strict principles. Furthermore, according to our knowledge, Duan Xiangning has already exerted all her influence and cannot make any greater contributions to the Dali Duan clan. She can only end up as a mistress of Li scum. Once it's revealed, it will only add to the ridicule.”

After Duan Xiang's mother heard what Duan Xiangning's mother had said, she almost choked. Then Duan Xiang's mother coldly laughed and stopped paying attention to her, starting to insist on her previous point with Old Duan.

Mr. Duan remained silent.

“Aunt Wu, how can you be so sure that Duan Xiangning can no longer contribute to the family” said Emperor Dugu.

"Humph, Your Majesty, you should be very clear about what kind of excellent women surround Li Nanshan, right"

With a dismissive snort, Duan Xiang's mother said faintly, "Duan Xiangning is nothing but a wilted flower. After being tasted by Li Nanfang, how could she still care"

"You're like cutting the bridge after crossing it, discarding your bow once the birds are gone!"

Duan Xiangning's mother finally found an opportunity to fight back, and angrily exclaimed: "Yes, Li Nanfang is surrounded by too many outstanding women. But how does Xiangning compare to them Don't forget, she is also the eldest daughter of the Helan family, just like my Dali Duan family's legitimate eldest lady."

"So what"

"Who ever heard of Li Nanfang declaring that woman as his wife in public" Segment Xiang's mother rolled her eyes and asked calmly.

"You—"

Du Xiangning's mother's face turned ashen, and she was speechless.

So I said, she's at most just a dish for Li Nanfang. After tasting it, he would throw it aside and ignore it. She has become trash from then on.

Mrs. Duan lowered her head, looking at Duan Xiang with pain and resentment in her eyes: "But Xiang'er is the rising star of the Duan family, praised many times by the old master. She had a bright future and could contribute more to the Duan family. But all because of that despicable Duan Xiangning, she was crippled."

"Well, well, it seems your daughter can be a bit too domineering."

"If she hadn't been so harsh on Xiangning, Li Nanshan wouldn't have attacked Duan Xiang with such brutality!" Du Xiangning's mother cried out in a hoarse voice.

But no matter what, Duan Xiangning must pay a heavy price for disfiguring Xiang'er!

Segment Xiang's mother suddenly raised her head and glared at Segment Xiangning's mother, almost speaking one word at a time: "Now that Segment Xiangning's mission has been completed and her value has been squeezed dry, she should no longer be protected by the Segment family. Of course, if you really can't bear to let go of that wretch and must give her a good death, then fine. But you have to pay the corresponding price to compensate Xiang'er."

By this point, even a deaf person could tell what Duan Xiang's mother was going to do.

She was asking Duan Xiangning's parents for a hefty sum of money.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Dali Duan clan, though a high-ranking aristocratic family with abundant resources to enjoy, has only so much of the best that life can offer.

Taking the opportunity to punish Duan Xiangning, we could coerce her parents into revealing some valuable information, while simultaneously providing Duan Xiang's parents with a chance to elevate their family's status.

Buzz, buzz.

Just as Duan Xiangning's mother was about to speak, the buzzing sound of a cell phone vibrating came from her pocket.

This is Duan Shouchang's phone.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, his brows furrowing: “Grandpa, Dad, I’ll take a call.”

Duan Erdai nodded, but Duan Lao remained noncommittal, raising his teacup.

As Duan Shuhuang walked aside to answer the phone, Duan Jia Lao Wu's two families, who had completely torn their relationship apart, were also rapidly calculating in their hearts what they should say in the coming struggle to thoroughly refute each other.

Soon, Duan Shuhang hung up the phone and strode back into the pavilion. His face was visibly shocked.

Lao Duan was not pleased with his grandson's behavior. Just as he was about to say something, Duan Shuchang calmly said, "Grandfather, Xiangning just called to say she will be home tomorrow — bringing her husband, Li Nanfang, to meet Tai Shan."

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