The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Lying for the Nth Time

When Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli, her countenance was severe. “I went to the hospital today and realized that you were discharged.”

“Mm, I didn’t get a chance to tell you.”

“I bumped into someone rather strange at the hospital.”

With his slim and long fingers wrapped around the transparent glass, he took two sips of the alcohol. When he raised his head, all that could be seen on the screen was his Adam’s apple.

As he swallowed down the liquid, his Adam’s apple glided up and down. Wen Qiao could feel her face heating up.

The man gently set down the glass he was holding, his thin lips appearing glossy from the alcohol.

“How was he strange?”

“He was standing in the staircase and I heard him saying ‘Fu Nanli didn’t die’. I wanted to listen more, but he turned around, so I ran away. I didn’t want him to discover me.”

Fu Nanli frowned in concentration, as though analyzing what she told him.

“Oh right, there was also a tattoo of some English characters on his right forearm, around the length of four to five letters. I didn’t get a proper look at what the tattoo was though. Do you know someone like that?”

Lowering his gaze, Fu Nanli’s brows were tightly furrowed.

Oh… Perhaps it was a redundant question… He had lost his memory, so how was he to remember?

“Regardless, you must be careful. Remember to bring bodyguards with you wherever you go.”

From outside the door came the sounds of killing—

“The circle of death is narrowing! Hurry over and cover me. I’m going to kill the enemies! There should be two of them hanging around the second storey.”

“Okay, Brother Chi, I’ll throw a grenade outside. Go ahead and enter.”

“Eh… where the f*ck are you throwing? Are you trying to blast me to death?”

“Ah… my bad, Brother Chi. Wait up, I’m coming over to save you right now! Stay there and don’t move.”

“Hurry! I hear footsteps! Don’t rescue me yet. Kill off the enemies first…”

Fu Nanli stared at her. “What’s going on? What sound is that?”

Wen Qiao was speechless.

That’s my idiotic younger brother.

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“Err… my younger brother is gaming. I should probably hang up. Just remember what I told you earlier.”

After the call ended, Fu Nanli placed his phone on the glazed countertop. Uncle Li came in with a gold stamped envelope and set it down beside his phone.

“Your father’s friend, Mr. Vincent, will be holding a concert on the 9th on the Jasmine Cruise. This is the invitation specially sent by the concert organizer entrusted by Mr. Vincent for you to attend the concert.”

Fu Nanli nodded but said nothing.

“Young Master, will you be going? Your father was on very good terms with this Mr. Vincent when he was alive.”

“We’ll talk about it again.”

He sounded disinterested.

…

Wen Qiao wanted to conduct an experiment to see whether the message ‘must stay by Fu Nanli’s side, else she would die’, that constantly replayed in her mind after she was reborn, was real.

Of course it was best if it wasn’t true. That way, she didn’t have to fabricate lies all day long.

If… unfortunately it turned out to be real, then, what was the greatest extent to which she could stay away from his side.

It had been one day of not seeing Fu Nanli and she was completely fine.

Two days, still fine…

On the sixth day, Fu Nanli invited her out for a meal, and she made up some excuse of her and Lu Youyou being away at some summer camp and wasn’t in Ocean City. Young Master Fu wasn’t someone to pester a person relentlessly, so he didn’t say anything.

Wen Qiao didn’t sense any abnormality with her body.

So when Lu Youyou asked her out to have dessert together in the afternoon, she readily agreed.

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At two o’clock in the afternoon, in a dessert store.

Whilst sitting at a window-side table, wearing a blue-and-white sailor outfit styled by Lu Youyou and donning a straw hat, Wen Qiao shoveled a spoonful of vanilla ice-cream into her mouth from time to time.

A black Bentley slowly drove by the French windows.

The red lights ahead made the car stop. The minute Fu Nanli turned his head, he caught sight of her. Just like a barbie doll in the display window, she wore an innocent and vibrant smile, looking so gorgeous that one couldn’t resist but do a double take as they passed her by.

Summer camp?