Meng Jingwei flicked her long hair back, looking at Qiao Ziqian with a multitude of melancholy. "Where is your dad?"
Qiao Ziqian slowly shook his head. "I don't know." He then pursed his lips, "I don't want Daddy, I just want Xingxing."
That 'Xingxing' naturally referred to Meng Jingwei.
"I'm not the Xingxing you're looking for."
Meng Jingwei took out her phone from her pocket, opened a photo, and flipped through it to find a group picture from the start of the filming.
She tapped on the photo, zoomed in, found Tang Wanxing, pointed to Tang Wanxing's face on the screen, and said to Qiao Ziqian, "Look carefully, her name is Tang Wanxing, she is the 'Xingxing' you're looking for."
Qiao Ziqian tilted his head, looking intently at the woman in the photo.
After a while, Meng Jingwei asked him, "Do you remember now?"
Qiao Ziqian shook his head. "You're lying to me, she's not Xingxing at all." He then frowned aggrievedly, like a child, and let out a cold snort.
"Not?"
Meng Jingwei was speechless. She pointed at Tang Wanxing on the screen, so angry she couldn't speak for a long time.
She turned her head and asked Lan Shu, "Why would someone get their memories confused even with amnesia?"
If the doctor hadn't very definitively told her that Qiao Ziqian genuinely had amnesia, she would have suspected he was faking it.
But after thinking it over and over, Qiao Ziqian showed no suspicion or reason to pretend.
Lan Shu shrugged. "I'm also curious."
"Rumble rumble..."
Just then, Qiao Ziqian's stomach growled like an empty fortress. His innocent and clear eyes looked at Meng Jingwei, his pleading gaze truly evoking pity.
Meng Jingwei was exasperated. "Forget it, forget it, come inside with me."
All in all, Qiao Ziqian had shown a moment of conscience and saved her, so he still had some good in him.
"Aren't you afraid of nurturing a tiger to become a threat?" Lan Shu kindly reminded her.
"I'll take him inside to eat first, then I'll contact the Qing family to take him back." Meng Jingwei glanced at Qiao Ziqian and turned towards the villa.
Qiao Ziqian chuckled and trotted after her, intimately hooking his arm around Meng Jingwei's. "Xingxing, wait for me."
Being linked by a man's arm, Meng Jingwei felt extremely repulsed.
Thinking of Qiao Ziqian's lies before, she felt both angry and helpless.
She stopped, her face cold, and glared at him. "Let go!"
Her tone was a warning, her voice icy, her gaze sharp as a blade.
"No..."
Qiao Ziqian flatly refused.
"Believe it or not, I'll hit you?" Meng Jingwei raised her clenched right fist and shook it.
Qiao Ziqian was not only unafraid, but he stood even straighter, his posture proud and chest out, ready to 'receive the blow'.
Immature as he was, he didn't think much of it and felt no fear.
However, Meng Jingwei's words were not meant to scare him at all.
"You're not letting go?" Meng Jingwei asked again. Seeing him still motionless, she was so angry that she wanted to punch him in the face.
And then...
"Ah... it hurts so much... my eyes, my eyes are blind..."
Although that punch didn't have ten percent of her strength, it still carried seventy percent.
Meng Jingwei had expected him to instinctively dodge the danger, but who knew that Qiao Ziqian stood as still as a statue, unmoving, and took her punch head-on.
"Wuwu... it hurts so much..."
Qiao Ziqian covered his left eye, cried out in pain, and began to weep.
The man who was once handsome and dashing was now crying his heart out like a child.
Meng Jingwei stood rooted to the spot, at a loss, watching him cry out and not knowing how to comfort him.
"Are you sure you don't need a doctor to check it? It's your eye, you might go blind." Lan Shu offered another friendly reminder.