To avoid arousing suspicion, Meng Ruozhao didn't continue eavesdropping.
She quietly returned to her room. Only after locking the door did she relax.
The cut on her calf from the glass was throbbing with pain.
In a daze, she simply treated the wound, then grabbed her pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
Steam condensed into tiny droplets on the bathroom mirror, blurring Meng Ruozhao's face.
She reached out and wiped away a clear patch, staring fixedly at herself in the mirror.
Her skin was fair and delicate, her neckline smooth. Even the light pink mole below her collarbone seemed like a carefully nurtured mark. What troubled her most was that she rummaged through her whole body but couldn't find a single scar.
"How is that possible?"
She murmured.
Except for the wound on her calf just now, her body was almost perfectly flawless.
Could someone who had lacked care and love since childhood have never been injured?
Even the car accident that caused her amnesia left no scars on her body.
It was as if someone had shielded her with their body during the accident.
But when she first woke up, there seemed to be vague fragments in her memory: a dim room, cold iron chains, and the pain of being covered in wounds...
Now, these images were like being erased by an eraser, leaving only a glaring blank.
What exactly was in her past?
What were this family and these "family members" hiding?
Why did they hide it? Even going so far as to fabricate false information.
She was puzzled, confused, and angry.
The hot water poured down, washing over her tired body.
She closed her eyes, and the determination to regain her memory grew stronger.
After she finished washing, dried her hair, and got into bed, she found a new message on her phone.
"Sister, don't forget to take your medicine before going to bed."
The message was from Pei Jiangmu.
When they left the hospital today, he insisted on buying cold-prevention medicine at a pharmacy outside.
He said he was afraid she had caught a cold last night, and he would feel too bad if that was the case.
Meng Ruozhao couldn't decline, so she had to accept it.
But she had no intention of taking it.
After all, since waking up from the car accident, she had taken too many medicines to recover her memory.
Now, just seeing medicine made her nauseous.
So she didn't reply to the message and just lay down to sleep.
In her dream, she saw that faceless man again.
She was wearing a school uniform and was cornered by a man in the same school uniform.
"Zhaozhao, have I ever told you that if someone bullies you, you should fight back?"
"If you're hiding in the corner crying now, it'll just make those people laugh even harder."
The man's voice was gentle yet firm, like a beam of light shining straight into her once-dark world.
Meng Ruozhao tilted up her tear-stained little face and looked at the blurry figure in front of her in a daze.
But before she could respond, the scene suddenly changed, and she found herself in a chaotic car accident scene.
The screeching of brakes and the sound of shattering glass mingled together, and her consciousness was submerged by fear.
Just when she was about to be swallowed by this despair, the faceless man appeared again.
He firmly hugged Meng Ruozhao in his arms, using his body to block all the dangers.
She could feel the man's body trembling slightly but also incredibly firm.
Meng Ruozhao wanted to see the man's face clearly, but no matter how hard she tried, the man's face was always shrouded in a mass of mist.
"Who exactly are you?"
Meng Ruozhao shouted loudly in her dream, but the man didn't respond. He just hugged her tightly.
Suddenly, a strong light flashed, and Meng Ruozhao woke up from the dream. She was sweating profusely, and her heart was still pounding.
It took her a while to come to her senses.
It was already dark, and the room was pitch-black.
She stared blankly at the ceiling. Everything in the dream was so real that those images kept replaying in her mind.
What was the relationship between that faceless man and herself?
Why did she always have such a complex feeling whenever he appeared in her dreams?
It seemed like she relied on him but also seemed a bit afraid of him.
Just as she was trying hard to recall, there was a sudden knock on the door.
The voice of the family's nanny came from outside. "Miss, the master is back. Please come downstairs."
Meng Ruozhao instantly snapped out of her daze and returned to reality.
Strangely enough, at the moment of complete wakefulness, the images in her mind disappeared.
She covered her empty heart. After waiting for a moment, she replied hoarsely, "Got it."
When she changed her clothes and went downstairs, she saw everyone in the living room at a glance.
As she stepped off the last step, the sound of Du Feng smashing a teacup rang out like a thunderclap, and the broken porcelain chips splashed around Du Xixi's feet.
"A 30 - million - dollar order is gone just like that! Do you think the company is a charity?"
He stared at Du Xixi gnashing his teeth, with none of the usual elegance on his face.
"You still say you didn't offend the other party? After cooperating with President Wang for so many years, why did it all fall apart in your hands as soon as it was given to you this year?"
He had been dealing with bad news all day.
Not only was the order from President Wang gone, but the attitudes of several other partners had also become ambiguous.
No one present dared to say a word.
Especially Du Xixi. There was a sickly blush on her pale face.
Facing Du Feng's furious gaze, she didn't have her usual arrogance. She could only clutch the corner of her clothes and explain.
"I really always communicated normally. When we met last week, he still..."
Before she could finish, a slap with a jade ring on it sent her head flying to the side.
Meng Ruozhao felt a tightness in her throat. At the same time, her head ached slightly - it seemed that she had seen such a violent scene before.
"Go find President Wang tomorrow. I don't care what you do. If you can't get the order back, don't come back."
Du Feng kicked the collapsed Du Xixi away, not caring that she was already sick.
The pointed toe of his Italian handmade leather shoes left a glaring stain on Du Xixi's white home clothes.
When he turned around, his violence hadn't subsided, but the moment he faced Meng Ruozhao, he piled on a kind - looking smile and waved to her affectionately.
"Come here, Zhaozhao."
His lowered voice was as sticky as poison, and the light above his head revealed the shrewdness in his eyes.
"You're going to dinner with Young Master Yan tonight. Why aren't you getting dressed?"
His gaze scrutinized Meng Ruozhao, not like looking at a daughter but more like examining a commodity.
Hearing him mention Yan Qiubai, Xia Lian, who didn't even dare to breathe loudly, also nervously looked over.
If Meng Ruozhao mentioned their argument during the day at this moment, it would only make Du Feng more disgusted with Du Xixi.
To Xia Lian's surprise, Meng Ruozhao, who had been abnormal in the morning, had now returned to her gentle and obedient self.
"I was just about to change my clothes."
It was obvious that she was just waking up, so this was clearly a perfunctory answer.
But now she was Du Feng's "apple of the eye," and Du Feng was counting on her to get some benefits from Yan Qiubai.
"Good, Zhaozhao. When you have dinner with Young Master Yan today, talk to him about the agency rights for their company's new drug."
"As long as you can get Young Master Yan to agree on this matter, we can make up for some of the company's losses these days."