Loving You, From Beginning to End

Putting aside Luo Sheng's unscrupulous thoughts, Mo Xuan felt somewhat unsettled.

The explanation Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had given for the incident back then was that they had been drinking too much and had taken a room to rest, but Mo Xuan had already been there at the time.

The man had been drugged, and the women had been drunk, leading to a muddled situation.

This explanation seemed rather weak, but considering the status of Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, along with Mo Jinpeng's scheming, Mo Xuan wondered if there had been some mix-up along the way.

After all, who would believe that the two princesses of the Luo family had plotted against him?

But today, after hearing Luo Sheng's words, Mo Xuan began to doubt for the first time. Was it a coincidence that the mother was involved, and now the daughters too?

If this was how the family found their husbands, wasn’t the risk a bit too high?

Luo Sheng didn’t know how Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had managed it, but his wife did—though she hadn’t told him.

How could she tell him, her husband, that his daughters had used the same method she had once used on him to trap someone else?

Luo Sheng didn’t inquire further. After learning it was Mo Xuan, he found it somewhat acceptable. Back when Mo Xuan had lost his memory, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had gone to see him, but who knows what they saw—they returned in a frenzy, smashing things.

His treasured antiques, the porcelain he had bought at auction for millions, the expensive furniture—when the sisters were in their manic state, they didn’t care about any of it. Even Luo Tian, a tall and sturdy young man, trembled at the sight of them.

Even Luo Sheng was frightened. The madness in Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi’s eyes and the sickness on their faces were unmistakable.

“Well, it’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it…” Luo Sheng felt he might have brought up the wrong topic. “It’s getting late. If I don’t head back soon, your Aunt Shen will start calling. I’d better go.”

With that, Luo Sheng stood up and left, ignoring Mo Xuan’s attempts to stop him.

“Did my dad leave?” Luo Shiya appeared from upstairs, seeing Mo Xuan sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. “Xiao Xuan, are you okay? Did he say something to you? Don’t take it to heart.”

“Shiya, I need to ask you something…” Mo Xuan looked up at her, confusion in his eyes. “That time at the hotel… was it really an accident?”

Luo Shiya blinked, then smiled. “Does it matter?”

Mo Xuan was at a loss for words. Luo Shiya walked over and sat beside him, gently touching his face. “You lost your memory. Do you remember when you first moved here, and I took you to the hospital a few times?”

Mo Xuan nodded vaguely. Of course, he remembered. When he had first moved in, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had insisted on taking him to the hospital. He hadn’t understood why, but Luo Shiya had explained it was just a routine check-up.

During that visit, the doctor had discovered that Mo Xuan had suffered a head injury in the past, which had damaged his memory. The sisters had taken him for multiple detailed check-ups, but aside from the memory damage, there were no other issues.

They had tried medication and even taken him to see a psychologist. Mo Xuan had been curious why they were so concerned about his memory loss, but they had never explained.

The doctor had said that Mo Xuan’s condition could only improve gradually, and it was best not to use medical interventions or hypnosis to force the recovery, as it might be risky.

“I didn’t dare tell you. The doctor said you should recover on your own, but there’s one thing I can tell you, Xiao Xuan…”

Luo Shiya’s eyes suddenly turned red, and her peach-blossom eyes filled with indescribable sadness. “Muqi and I have liked you for much longer than you think.”

“Only you, from the very beginning…”

Mo Xuan stared at Luo Shiya, a familiar feeling flooding his mind.

“Weiwei… Sister…”

For some reason, Mo Xuan suddenly called out this name. Hearing it, Luo Shiya’s head snapped up, her eyes locking onto his.

This was the first time Mo Xuan had directly faced Luo Shiya’s sickly gaze, and it sent a chill down his spine. But Luo Shiya grabbed his collar, her voice trembling with excitement. “What did you just call me?”

“I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt like that should be your name…”

Luo Shiya’s sudden change snapped Mo Xuan out of his confusion. But when he looked at her again, her eyes had returned to their usual gentleness, though there was a hint of melancholy.

Was that just an illusion?

Luo Shiya sighed and took Mo Xuan’s hand. “Come upstairs with me, Xiao Xuan. I want to show you something.”

Mo Xuan hesitated but followed her upstairs, not to the study but to her bedroom.

She took a photo album from her bedside table, carefully opened it, and handed it to him.

The moment Mo Xuan saw the photos, he froze.

There he was, wearing a middle school uniform, standing in an old Western-style house with a teenage Luo Shiya and a chubby-cheeked Luo Muqi.

Though they looked very different now, he could still recognize them.

“Do you remember now?”

Luo Shiya looked at Mo Xuan, who was visibly stunned, and asked softly, her voice filled with hope. But Mo Xuan looked up at her and shook his head mechanically.

These were indeed him, but he couldn’t remember any of it.

“It’s okay. The doctor said your case is special…”

At this, Luo Shiya suddenly started crying, her tears flowing freely.

Who would have thought that the cold and aloof princess of the Luo family could cry so bitterly? She threw herself into Mo Xuan’s arms, pounding his chest.

“Why did you forget those two years? Why just those two years?”

Mo Xuan held the photo album, his gaze vacant. The forgotten memories were like a fog, and he could only make out vague outlines.

“I’m sorry…”

After a long pause, Mo Xuan finally found his voice. Luo Shiya looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears, her voice full of grievance. “Muqi and I went to see you, but you looked at us like strangers. And back then, you were already with Su Yanran…”

“That day, it really was an accident. Muqi and I happened to be there and recognized you. We could tell something was wrong, so we had someone take you to the hotel. But before we left, we had a few drinks and got a bit dizzy. I thought I had already checked into the room when I saw the key card in my hand…”

“We didn’t know you had been drugged, and we were also under the influence of alcohol. It all just happened…”

“When we woke up the next day, you still didn’t recognize us. We didn’t think much of it at the time. After all, those two years you forgot were precious memories for us, and we didn’t blame you.”

“But… we didn’t expect to get pregnant. Muqi and I were both surprised, but we decided to keep the baby. We didn’t dare tell you because you had lost your memory, so we used this method to keep you by our side.”

Mo Xuan listened, his eyes falling to the photo album in his hands. In the pictures, the three of them were smiling happily.

Even if he couldn’t remember, the photos didn’t lie.

“I’m sorry, I…” Mo Xuan’s tears began to fall. “Why can’t I remember? Why did I forget you both…”

“It’s not your fault, Xiao Xuan. You were hurt because of us,” Luo Shiya said gently, wiping the tears from his face. “All these years, Muqi and I have never forgotten you.”

“It’s okay if you don’t remember. As long as you’re with us, even if you never recall those days, it’s…”

Before she could finish, Mo Xuan pulled her into a tight embrace. Luo Shiya was momentarily stunned but quickly hugged him back, though a sly smile crept onto her tear-streaked face…

Luo Sheng, sitting in his car with his eyes closed, suddenly heard his phone ring. Seeing it was his wife, he quickly answered.

“Honey, did you go see Weiwei and Xue’er?”

Unlike her usual tone, Shen Qingyun’s voice was unusually gentle. Luo Sheng rubbed his temples, sighing. “Alright, who did you bribe to keep an eye on me this time?”

“What are you talking about?” Shen Qingyun feigned indignation. “I’m just worried about you. When are you coming home?”

Just as he was about to respond, Luo Sheng's phone buzzed with a notification. Glancing at it, he apologized, "Honey, I’m sorry, but some friends just invited me out for a drink..."

"Oh, I see..."

Shen Qingyun fell silent for a moment. Luo Sheng wasn’t sure what she was doing, but he could hear faint typing sounds.

"Alright, hubby, you can head home now. I’ve already declined for you."

Luo Sheng was about to ask how she knew who it was, but then he realized it was a pointless question. If Shen Qingyun wanted to know something about him, she’d always find out.

You could say he wasn’t free—he could go out whenever he wanted, do whatever he pleased.

But then again, you could say he wasn’t truly free, because Shen Qingyun always had a way to make sure he came home on time, or even kept him from leaving in the first place.

"Alright, I’ll be back soon..."

Luo Sheng’s voice was tinged with resignation, yet there was a hint of affection in it.

No matter how controlling she was, he knew she genuinely loved him. Over the years, Shen Qingyun had poured so much care into their relationship. Sure, she might be a little unconventional, but he’d come to accept it.

After all, he couldn’t imagine life without her.

"Mo Xuan, my today might just be your tomorrow..."

Hanging up the phone, he let out a sigh but still told the driver, "Step on it. Let’s not keep the missus waiting too long."