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Shi Xiahe stood in the banquet hall holding a tray and saw with her own eyes that her poor amnesiac boyfriend, whom she had raised for five years, was called "Master Yan" by everyone.

Under the crystal lamp, he was wearing a tall black suit and gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He had a dignified and cold temperament, and his gestures showed the calmness and arrogance of someone who has been in power for a long time.

Where is the Ah Shen who is still wearing street clothes, hugging her and saying, "Ah He, I only have you"?

At this moment, he was holding a half glass of red wine and was listening to the flattery of others casually.

"Young Master Yan, you will be engaged to the Xia family next week, congratulations."

"If the Yanxia family joins forces, who will dare to compete with you in Seoul?"

Someone laughed and joked: "But Mr. Yan, you are about to get engaged. What will be the future arrangements for the benefactor you raise outside?"

"Your fiancée is the daughter of the Xia family, and your benefactor has saved your life. How do you plan to choose between the two?"

Shi Xiahe froze in place, his heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a hand.

Is she the benefactor they are talking about?

Five years ago, she carried Ah Shen home from the mud ditch, stopped his bleeding, sewed his wounds, and boiled medicine. She stayed there for three days and three nights before snatching him back from hell.

In the past five years, she has gone through the old medical books left by her grandfather, studied acupuncture and prescriptions over and over again, adjusted his body, and cured his hidden injuries, hoping that one day she could help him regain his memory.

She thought that at least he should remember this kindness.

But the next second, the laughter of those people crushed her fantasy to pieces.

"Speaking of which, Miss Song is really a noble person to Mr. Yan."

"If it weren't for her, I don't know when Young Master Yan would be able to remember and return to the Yan family to take over this huge family business."

"That's right, although Miss Song hasn't graduated yet, her acupuncture skills are really powerful. She only gave Young Master Yan two injections, and Young Master Yan recovered his memory."

Miss Song.

Restore memory.

The blood all over Shi Xiahe's body became colder inch by inch.

It turned out that he had already remembered it.

It turns out that Ah Shen, who was homeless after losing his memory and could only rely on her, was fake from beginning to end.

In the past five years, she had lived frugally and worked hard to bring the money she earned to him, provide him with food and clothing, help him start a business, and accompany him through what she thought was the most difficult days.

In the end, it's not deep affection or shared suffering.

Just a joke.

Before Shi Xiahe could recover from this absurdity, someone suddenly hit him hard on the shoulder.

With a flick of the wrist, the tray was unbalanced.

Several glasses of red wine were poured out, splashing onto the skirt of the other party's snow-white dress.

"Ah——!"

The young woman screamed and backed away, glaring with fury.

"Are you blind?!"

Shi Xiahe subconsciously stretched out his hand, "Sorry, let me wipe it for you..."

"Get your dirty hands off!"

Song Mingxi waved her away, his eyes full of disgust.

"Do you know how much this dress costs? I can't even afford to sell it to you!"

There was too much movement, and the eyes of people around him swept over.

Not far away, Yan Jinshen also looked over.

Across the crowd, the two men's eyes met unexpectedly.

Shi Xiahe's heart suddenly shrank.

Yan Jin's dark eyes suddenly darkened behind his glasses, and a dark and unclear emotion flashed across his eyes.

Like shock, like surprise.

It's more like a secret that has been hidden for many years, and a corner of the gloom and annoyance is revealed in public.

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