"Want to know?" Zhao Long took out a small pill. "Take this first. After that, I'll arrange for someone to restore your memories."
Lin Xuan stared at the pill.
This was definitely no good thing.
But his body contained an otherworldly antidote, so no matter what kind of drug it was, it wouldn’t affect him.
"What if I refuse to take it? Will my memories not be restored?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Correct," Zhao Long nodded.
Without hesitation, Lin Xuan swallowed the pill.
Zhao Long smirked in satisfaction.
"Ready?" he asked a subordinate nearby.
"All set," the subordinate replied respectfully. "Master Derkson is also standing by."
"Good."
Zhao Long nodded and ordered, "Take him away."
"Yes, sir."
Lin Xuan was led out.
One of Zhao Long’s subordinates frowned. "Boss, isn’t Lin Xuan being too obedient? Something feels off."
"Don’t worry," Zhao Long said confidently. "In our Shang organization, what can one man do alone?"
"True," the subordinate relaxed.
Within the Shang organization, no matter how capable Lin Xuan was, he couldn’t possibly stir up much trouble single-handedly.
"Now, we just wait for the show to begin," Zhao Long sneered.
A particularly entertaining show.
Nothing delighted him more than watching lovers turn against each other.
Last time, there had been an unexpected hiccup—but this time, nothing would go wrong.
Lin Xuan was taken to an all-white room filled with medical equipment.
Following instructions, he lay down on the bed.
A blond, blue-eyed foreign man in a white coat approached him.
"Hello, sir. I am Derkson," he said in heavily accented Chinese.
"Your memories have been sealed. Next, I will restore them for you."
"Understood," Lin Xuan nodded.
Derkson continued, "You must do exactly as I say. Otherwise, the restoration won’t proceed. Got it?"
"Fine," Lin Xuan agreed. "I’ll follow your instructions."
His sole purpose in coming here was to regain his memories, so he would comply without resistance.
Derkson pulled out a golden pocket watch and dangled it before Lin Xuan’s eyes.
In a hypnotic voice, he murmured, "Focus on it. Keep your eyes on it. Follow its movement."
"Soon, you’ll fall into a deep sleep, and then I can awaken your buried memories."
The watch swayed rhythmically in Derkson’s hand, and Lin Xuan’s gaze trailed after it.
Soft, soothing music began to play.
Two minutes passed.
Lin Xuan’s eyelids grew heavier until they finally shut.
Derkson signaled to his assistant, who switched to another instrumental track.
Time ticked by.
After completing the memory restoration process, Derkson stepped out of the medical room.
"Derkson, how much longer until Lin Xuan’s memories are fully restored?" Zhao Long asked.
"Leader Zhao, it will take approximately thirteen more hours. After restoration, he’ll remain unconscious for a while. The entire process will require at least a full day," Derkson replied.
"That’s quite a while," Zhao Long frowned. "Can’t it be faster?"
He was itching to witness the drama unfold.
A whole day was too long to wait.
Derkson bowed slightly. "I’m afraid not."
"Fine, then," Zhao Long tapped the table with his jade-ringed finger. "Where’s Ling?"
A subordinate answered, "She’s gone to the U.S."
"Perfect," Zhao Long grinned. "Once Lin Xuan wakes up, summon her immediately."
He wanted to witness the lovers’ confrontation firsthand—nothing was more thrilling than that.
Inside the medical room—
Fragmented memories flashed through Lin Xuan’s mind.
He strained to see them clearly, but the images were too fast, too blurred. He couldn’t grasp a single one.
The agony was unbearable.
"Ah—!" A hoarse scream tore from his throat.
Derkson and his assistant merely glanced at him, unfazed. Clearly, this was a routine reaction.
Once the torment subsided, Lin Xuan’s memories would be fully restored.
United States—
Jiang Qing flipped through Su Hua’s phone and frowned. "Your SIM card seems to be damaged. Since we’re abroad, replacing it will be difficult. Also, your WeChat just logged out automatically. Without a phone number, Ms. Su, you won’t be able to log back in."
Su Hua’s brows knitted together.
A broken SIM card.
WeChat logged out.
That meant she couldn’t contact Xuan in time.
"Ms. Su, I have a spare SIM card here. Why don’t you use it for now? That way, you can still reach Young Master Lin," Jiang Qing suggested.
"Fine."
Su Hua’s tense expression eased slightly.
After Jiang Qing swapped the SIM card, Su Hua immediately dialed Lin Xuan’s number.
Jiang Qing wiped sweat from her forehead.
Young Master Lin was probably still dealing with the Shang organization—there was no way he could answer.
Had he prepared for this scenario?
Cheng Da saw the incoming call—an unfamiliar number. Cautious, he answered but stayed silent.
"Xuan?"
Su Hua’s voice came through.
It really was her!
Cheng Da quickly pressed a pre-recorded voice message against the phone’s speaker.
"Hua, my throat hurts. Let’s talk on WeChat later, okay?"
Lin Xuan’s voice in the recording was hoarse, barely audible.
Jiang Qing strained to listen and faintly caught the words.
She exhaled in relief.
Seems like she’d worried for nothing.
As expected, Young Master Lin had planned for every contingency.
Su Hua’s frown deepened.
When they’d parted this morning, Xuan had been perfectly fine.
Jiang Qing noticed her suspicion and quickly explained, "Ms. Su, the weather’s been dry lately. It’s normal for Young Master Lin’s throat to feel sore. Maybe we should hang up and let him rest."
If the call continued, she feared the imposter might slip up.
Su Hua’s icy gaze snapped toward Jiang Qing.
Too preoccupied with the risk of exposure, Jiang Qing didn’t notice the frost in her eyes.
Pursing her lips, Su Hua looked away. "Alright. Xuan, get some rest."
Cheng Da sighed in relief.
Thank goodness Ms. Su didn’t suspect anything.
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