Tang Xiaomin looked at Yan Jue in astonishment, how could he ask such a childish question? She was stunned.
"Of course, it's you."
She was like him, saying what she meant, not beating around the bush, nor making him guess.
Only then did Yan Jue secretly feel relieved.
He took Tang Xiaomin's hand and examined it carefully. Although he was very reluctant, Tang Xiaomin's fingers were indeed burned red.
"Hoo..."
He blew on her hand in heartache.
"Why didn't you care about your own safety? Do you know your action just now was like a moth to a flame?"
Yes, isn't love an unreasonable thing?
It's like a moth, knowing it will die, but still flying into the fire.
"It's just a broken pillow, not worth you taking such a risk. Don't do this again in the future."
Yan Jue had truly lost his memory, even forgetting the meaning of the pillow.
"That's not just any broken pillow, it means a lot to me."
"During the days you were away, it was this pillow that accompanied me through many nights and days."
"What?"
Yan Jue frowned.
"So, you replaced me with a pillow, and such an ugly pillow at that."
...
A few black lines appeared on Tang Xiaomin's forehead, utterly speechless.
He was so ruthless as to call himself ugly.
Did he even know that this skull pillow had the same shape as his cultivated primordial spirit?
That skull pillow actually represented himself.
"Actually... this pillow isn't that ugly."
"Is it? Your aesthetic taste doesn't seem to be very good," Yan Jue said sourly.
Tang Xiaomin couldn't help but laugh inwardly. If she didn't tell him now, she would die laughing.
"It seems I have to tell you the truth. In fact, this pillow represents you."
"Let me tell you slowly..."
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Tang Xiaomin recounted their experiences in the Underworld to Yan Jue, then spoke of his primordial spirit, and then of Xianfu Group.
Yan Jue would occasionally curve his lips, as if listening to a fairy tale, not believing a word.
His reaction made Tang Xiaomin feel like she was crazy.
There was nothing she could do but pause and take him to Xianfu Group.
As they walked through the living room, the entire family breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiaomin, remember to come back and rest tonight," Zhang Meiyu instructed meaningfully.
"I know."
...
Upon entering Xianfu Group, all the employees along the way showed great respect to Yan Jue.
Meng Yiren had previously told him that he was the big boss of a corporation with countless money.
They took the elevator to the top floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, a man fell to his knees with a thud.
"Welcome, President Yan. President Yan, it's wonderful that you are alright."
Yan Jue walked straight past Zhong Li, muttering dismissively.
"What a nuisance."
"Huh?"
Zhong Li froze on the spot, feeling that this was not quite like their master who liked to put on airs.
After Yan Jue walked away, Tang Xiaomin stepped forward and pulled Zhong Li up.
"He has lost his memory and doesn't remember anyone or anything. Give him some time."
"What? Amnesia!"
Zhong Li immediately thought of someone.
"It must have been that slut Meng Yiren who did this. This is her specialty. What's more, even she can't reverse it."
"I will settle this score with her, no rush."
"Yes."
...
In the office, Yan Jue's gaze was deeply drawn to the skull ornament on the desk.
"If I'm not mistaken, that looks like a human skull."
As he said this, his peripheral vision fell on Tang Xiaomin, as if seeking an explanation.
Tang Xiaomin walked directly to the ornament, picked it up, and turned it around.
"Our group is a professional funeral company, specializing in handling the affairs of the deceased. We have branches in various countries around the world, and the headquarters of Xianfu Group is being strictly expanded to the standards of the Pentagon."
"All of this was your idea."
Yan Jue's lips twitched.
"Such a crazy idea, and no one stopped you? When a tree grows tall, it attracts the wind. It's more stable to lie low and make money quietly, isn't it?"
If Yan Jue had said this before, Tang Xiaomin would have been so gratified.
Alas, the arrow had already left the bow, and it could not be stopped.
"I tried to stop him, but unfortunately, I couldn't."
Yan Jue thought for a moment and doubted himself.
"Was I really that autocratic before, and unable to listen to you?"
Tang Xiaomin nodded.
"Yes."
Yan Jue sighed.
"From now on, remember to advise me more. I've lost my memory now, and it's probably because I didn't listen to your advice."
At this moment, Yan Jue had finally turned over a new leaf.
Tang Xiaomin's nose felt sore, and she suddenly wanted to cry.
She threw herself into his arms, indulging her suppressed emotions.
"That's right, it's just as you said."
"If you hadn't knocked me out then, I wouldn't have lost you, and you wouldn't have been taken away by Meng Yiren."
"You must listen to me from now on."
Yan Jue also hugged the woman in his arms dotingly and whispered in her ear.
"Okay, I'll listen to everything you say. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west."
Undeniably, the Yan Jue after losing his memory lacked that fierceness and had more gentleness.
At that time, in the ruins, if Yan Jue had listened to her like this and let her accompany him.
He would never have disappeared for so long, nor would he have lost his memory.
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin had a selfish thought: she didn't want Yan Jue to regain his memory and become the old Yan Jue.
She wanted an obedient Yan Jue, so she wouldn't lose him again.
Suddenly, her hands holding the man's body felt something strange through his shirt.
"What is this?"
"Nothing, just a small scar."
"Scar?"
Tang Xiaomin's expression became serious. It did feel like a scar.
But from the sensation, it wasn't just a small scar as Yan Jue claimed.
"Let me see."
She couldn't wait to unbutton Yan Jue's shirt. Due to excessive force, she ripped a button open.
The feeling was like a wolf and a tiger, fierce like a flood and wild beasts.
Yan Jue offered symbolic resistance, then gave up.
Before long, his shirt was off.
Tang Xiaomin stood behind him and saw the grotesque scars on his back. She covered her mouth, and her nose felt sore, almost to the point of tears.
"How could this happen?"
She gently touched his scar, her voice trembling.
The heavenly tribulation was meant to destroy him; it wouldn't cause such superficial wounds.
This was physical damage, and even more so, external injury.
Tang Xiaomin's mind instinctively went to Meng Yiren.
"I don't remember. The earliest memory in my mind is that this wound had already healed."
Yan Jue said, putting on his shirt again, looking indifferent.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
She was clearly crying because she felt sorry for his injury.
"It hasn't hurt for a long time, silly," he comforted her.