Help Him Regain His Memory

Zhao Long closed his eyes, rotating the prayer beads in his hand with an expressionless face. "Keep finding ways to capture Lin Xuan and help him regain his memories," he said coldly.

He wanted Lin Xuan to remember the cruel side of "Ling."

To make Lin Xuan reject "Ling" entirely.

"Understood," his subordinate nodded.

"Achoo! Achoo!"

Lin Xuan, still watching a movie, sneezed several times and rubbed his nose.

Who was thinking about him?

Feng Corporation.

The information Feng Yaya had asked Feng Weimin to investigate had finally reached his desk.

Bang!—A heavy slap landed on the table.

Feng Weimin roared in fury, "Has Lin Li grown tired of living? How dare he scheme against my daughter like this!"

If the company weren’t tied up with other matters, he would have immediately retaliated against Starlight Group, teaching them a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

He’d make sure they understood the consequences of crossing Feng Weimin!

"Chairman," Secretary Chen said respectfully, "Lin Li never truly loved Miss Yaya. His intention to marry her was purely for the Feng family’s wealth."

"Of course I knew his motives!" Feng Weimin scoffed. "With my daughter’s weight, there’s no way a man like Lin Li would genuinely fall for her."

He adored his daughter, but he wasn’t blind—she lacked the charm to captivate a man, especially someone like Lin Li, who came from a decent family and had good looks.

From the start, he had suspected Lin Li’s ulterior motives.

But Yaya was too love-struck. No matter how much he warned her, she refused to listen, even threatening suicide to force his approval of their relationship.

Back then, he had thought, Fine. Whatever Lin Li’s reasons, as long as he treats Yaya well, I’ll allow it. I’ll keep an eye on him to ensure he never harms her.

Never had he imagined Lin Li would stoop so low.

"Lin Li is impotent, and my daughter has always been insecure. He probably thought marrying her would ensure she’d never expose him. His personality must be twisted beyond measure."

Feng Weimin clenched his fists, his eyes dark with rage.

"That bastard planned everything perfectly. If Yaya had married him, who knows how much suffering she would have endured?"

Secretary Chen nodded in relief. "Chairman, it’s fortunate Lin Li’s true nature was exposed before the wedding. Still, I wonder—who was behind it?"

"Who else but Lin Xuan?" Feng Weimin said.

He had to admit, Lin Xuan’s capabilities were extraordinary.

In the future, his Tianmu Group might rise to unimaginable heights, perhaps even rivaling Su Corporation.

Lin Xuan was not someone he could afford to antagonize.

"Speaking of Lin Xuan," Feng Weimin suddenly asked, "how’s the investigation going regarding his childhood connection with Yaya?"

"No results yet," Secretary Chen shook her head.

Just then, her phone rang.

"Understood," she answered before hanging up.

She excused herself and returned shortly with a brown document folder.

"Chairman, we’ve completed the investigation. These are Lin Xuan’s childhood records."

Feng Weimin took the folder.

Secretary Chen added, "Lin Xuan did attend the same school as Miss Yaya. He was also bullied back then."

Feng Weimin flipped through the documents until he found a childhood photograph.

He nodded in satisfaction.

With this photo, Yaya could confirm whether Lin Xuan was indeed the boy who had comforted her all those years ago.

Glancing at his watch, Feng Weimin noted it was already 5:30 PM—time to leave.

"It’s getting late, Secretary Chen. You may go."

"Yes, sir."

As she turned to leave, Feng Weimin called out again.

"Wait."

"Chairman, is there anything else?"

"One more thing," Feng Weimin said coldly. "Send men to ambush Lin Li. Beat him half to death—just make sure he’s left breathing."

His teeth gritted. "Make him suffer. As long as he doesn’t die, anything goes."

Letting Lin Li off easily was unacceptable.

"Understood."

With the arrangements made, Feng Weimin took the investigation files on Lin Xuan and Lin Li and headed home.

Feng Yaya had already bounced back, indulging in food and drink as usual.

Her recent overindulgence had left her noticeably rounder.

"Yaya, here’s the report on Lin Li."

Feng Weimin handed her the file.

"Those thugs were hired by him. He deliberately manipulated you."

Feng Yaya scanned the contents, her face hardening with fury.

People mocked her all the time, but no one had ever dared to deceive and humiliate her like this!

"Don’t worry, Yaya. I’ve already sent men to teach him a lesson."

"Dad," she clenched her jaw. "If you catch him, let me know. I want to deal with him myself."

"Fine." Feng Weimin nodded, relieved to see no lingering pain in her expression.

"Dad, what’s that other folder?" She pointed at the remaining document.

"Ah, I almost forgot."

He handed it to her. "This is Lin Xuan’s file—the one you asked for."

Feng Yaya eagerly snatched it and tore it open, skimming through the contents.

"We really did go to the same high school!" Her voice trembled with excitement.

As she flipped further, a photograph slipped out.

"This is…?"

She picked it up.

The photo showed a teenage boy in tattered clothes.

Her eyes lit up.

"Dad, it’s him!" She grabbed Feng Weimin’s arm, trembling with joy. "He’s the boy who comforted me when I was bullied!"

"Finally… I’ve found him!"

Feng Weimin smiled, sharing her happiness.

Her interest in Lin Xuan meant she had truly moved on from Lin Li.

"Yaya, tell me honestly—do you have feelings for Lin Xuan?"