The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Qin Yi remembered something and said, "Young Master, I just heard that the person who got into the accident was the manager of the jewelry store at Lebai Mall from last time... the same store where you bought the necklace for the Young Madam."

Nangong Yaoling thought for a moment and asked nonchalantly, "Really? How are they doing?"

"I heard it happened when they were driving home from work alone. They’ve been taken to the hospital now. I saw the car—its front end is completely gone. There was a lot of blood inside. It doesn’t look good."

Nangong Yaoling remained silent, seemingly indifferent to what Qin Yi had said.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

He dialed a string of numbers, Xiaonuan’s name appeared.

But... in the end, he let it slide back.

This woman, if he didn’t call her, she rarely called him.

Who knows what she’s up to?

Nangong Yaoling felt the air was a bit stuffy and said to Qin Yi, "Come take a walk with me."

"Sure, Young Master. I’ll call Housekeeper Li to bring the car over."

Nangong Yaoling nodded.

Qin Yi had already gotten out of the car to open the door for Nangong Yaoling, hand resting on the car roof.

Then, he dialed a series of numbers.

Xiaonuan was soaking in the bathroom, a tub full of water, the air thick with steam.

The gilded faucet beside her continued to flow with warm water.

In the bedroom, her phone was ringing continuously, but she didn’t hear it.

After an afternoon of inner conflict, tonight she would tell Nangong Yaoling, and tomorrow they’d go see Manager An together.

Nangong Zhongli, only Nangong Yaoling can handle personally.

After all, she’s his sister.

With this thought, Xiaonuan felt unexpectedly relaxed.

The hot water flowing over her body made Xiaonuan feel like she was floating in the clouds, dizzy and surreal.

But still, a voice gently whispered in her ear that it’s all coming to an end.

This war between her and Nangong Zhongli.

When she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a robe, she was startled to see Nangong Yaoling sitting on the bed.

He was casually flipping through a women’s magazine she’d brought up from downstairs, his eyes lifting slowly at the sound of the door opening.

His gaze landed on her, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Xiaonuan hurriedly said, "When did you get back? I didn’t hear you."

Nangong Yaoling put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked over to her.

The air carried a soft fragrance, along with a faint scent of tobacco as he approached.

He reached out and lifted her chin.

"I kept calling you but you didn’t pick up."

He stopped at that, not saying more.

Though he didn’t say much, Xiaonuan could clearly sense his slight dissatisfaction.

"I was in the bath and didn’t hear..." Xiaonuan glanced at her phone on the bed and gave him a smile.

Nangong Yaoling reached out and playfully tapped her nose.

She had no idea how worried he was when she didn’t answer her phone twenty minutes ago.

"Alright, dinner is ready. Change your clothes and come eat."

Xiaonuan nodded.

She walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a white loungewear set, and tossed it on the bed.

Leaning against the sofa, Nangong Yaoling quietly watched her.

Just as she was about to undo her towel, she turned, giving Nangong Yaoling a glance.

Nangong Yaoling gave her a wicked grin, "Need any help?"

Xiaonuan smiled back, hesitated for a moment, but still shyly pulled the towel off in front of him.

Then put on her underwear, as well as a white T-shirt and pants.