Several men in camouflage uniforms posed for a photo in the desert. Song Jiaping was in the center, holding a heavy weapon, his expression cold as he stared straight ahead.
One of the older men also had an Eastern face; the rest were foreign men with thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes.
Her husband was clearly a doctor, so why was he dressed like this? Had they taken the photo while playing a live-action combat game?
Images of war-torn scenes flashed through her mind: people everywhere were injured, and she knelt down to save them, determined to save as many as she could...
"What are you thinking about?" The housekeeper, carrying a bag of fresh vegetables, opened the door and brought her back from the flashing images.
She quickly put the photo back and closed the book.
Seeing that she was home alone, the housekeeper asked with a smile, "Where is sir? Will he be back for dinner? I bought dishes you love today. Sir told me everything about your preferences."
Huangfu Mengyao smiled slightly and said, "He said he'd be back soon before he left."
"Then I'll start cooking. You should move around more too. It's not good for people who have just recovered from a serious illness to sit still all the time," the housekeeper said with a smile and turned to the kitchen.
Huangfu Mengyao stood up, stretched her shoulders and neck, and hoped Song Jiaping would return soon.
She had a childlike dependence on him, unable to leave his side for a moment.
After dinner, the housekeeper left, leaving them to their world of two.
Mengyao also wanted to be romantic with Song Jiaping, just like she saw on TV.
After showering, Song Jiaping was about to go to his study to research some difficult cases he had encountered.
Mengyao grabbed him, licked her lips nervously, and asked, "Shall we have ice cream together?"
Song Jiaping looked at her, restraining himself as much as possible. "I'm full, I don't want any," he said, then casually wiped away the ice cream residue from the corner of her mouth.
Mengyao pouted and said, "Then keep me company and watch TV for a while."
Song Jiaping couldn't resist her coaxing and sat with her on the sofa, watching a TV series that he had no interest in.
Mengyao took a bite of ice cream and suddenly offered it to Song Jiaping.
He felt a chilling sweetness and quickly dodged, saying, "I already said I don't want any..."
"But men in TV shows like it when women do this," she said, her cheeks burning as she looked at him, smiling like a peach blossom. "Is it sweet?"
"Not sweet," Song Jiaping stared at her, lifted her chin, and kissed her.
She closed her eyes, feeling Song Jiaping's kiss hot and fierce.
She was not to be outdone, reaching out her hands and moving them over his body.
Song Jiaping quickly separated them, held down her restless hands, and said with restraint, "You've just recovered, you can't do this."
Mengyao was a little discouraged and huffed, "But couples on TV do this, why do you never touch me?"
"Your body is still very weak, you need to rest."
Mengyao heard him repeat the same reason and retorted, "Did we ever do this before my accident?"
Song Jiaping avoided her gaze and said, "Yes, of course, we did."
"Really?" Mengyao defiantly swallowed a large mouthful of ice cream, tears welling up in her eyes.
Song Jiaping didn't know how to explain. He didn't want to take advantage of her.
She only recognized him as her husband because she had lost her memory, and her personality had become childlike. She didn't truly love him.
She didn't understand now what it would mean if they crossed that line. In any case, he didn't want to hurt her while she had amnesia.
Mengyao looked at him again, her eyes full of tears, and said, "This is wrong. You don't love me anymore, do you have someone else outside?"
"I absolutely do not have any other woman besides you," Song Jiaping was surprised that she had learned all this from TV dramas during her daily studies at home.
"Liar, all you men are liars!"
Song Jiaping was speechless, so he simply picked her up and threw her onto the bedroom bed.
She was utterly flattered by his sudden action.
A slight smile played on his lips as he pinned her down and asked, "Is this how they do it in TV dramas?"
She snorted and struck a pose of feigned resistance, saying, "I just want to regain the feeling of being a couple."
However, Song Jiaping didn't truly take advantage of her. Instead, he rolled over to the side, embraced her, and said, "We will regain it, but don't be so eager. Recovering your health is the most important thing."
In fact, when Song Jiaping had shifted from passive to active just now, she had been very flustered.
To be honest, she didn't know if she would regain any memories if they had really done "that."
She snuggled into his embrace and felt content just to sleep in his arms.
Only when he felt she had fallen asleep did Song Jiaping gently pull away and secretly kiss her on the cheek.
They were so close, yet separated by an invisible wall. Fortunately, she had amnesia, and fortunately, she knew nothing.
...
Huangfu Sisong's wife video-called her daughter every day. She could only feel at ease when she saw Mengyao in the video had gained weight and looked much more energetic.
However, Mengyao was always called to the video by Song Jiaping. She was still resistant to her parents, fearing they would disrupt her life with Song Jiaping.
Although Huangfu Sisong and his wife believed their daughter was suffering with Song Jiaping, even lacking a formal maid and only having a part-time cleaner, they continued to tolerate it, thinking it was beneficial for their daughter's recovery.
Huangfu Sisong was in his office, having just finished a phone call with his wife.
He heard his wife say that she had video-called Mengyao today. The child still hadn't remembered them, but she seemed to be quite happy living with Song Jiaping.
He was troubled by when his daughter would regain her memory, and it would be good if she divorced Song Jiaping.
How could his daughter spend her life with a mere doctor!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
His assistant walked in and reported the situation after the glass factory was acquired by Ao Xiang.
He heard his assistant say that Qin Tianyi not only wasn't afraid of losses but had also invested a considerable amount of capital into the glass factory, expanding the premises, hiring high-end technical talent, and even replacing a large portion of the production lines.
He found it amusing and said, "I understand. Leave the documents here; I'll look at them when I have time." He was just waiting to see how badly Qin Tianyi would lose money.
The glass market in Lancheng was already saturated, and competition in the international market was even fiercer. Qin Tianyi was investing so much with bank loans; it was simply suicidal.
Perhaps he had overestimated Qin Tianyi before. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have made that move, and it wouldn't have harmed Mengyao.
It was useless to regret it now.
...
Qin Tianyi had been staying at the glass factory with his highly paid technical staff recently, repeatedly testing the quality of the newly produced glass.
They had to meet the highest international quality assessment standards for their re-produced explosion-proof and bulletproof glass.
With such quality, they could stand out in the international market and become a supplier to some major car manufacturing companies.