The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Xiaonuan suddenly had a flash of insight and her expression changed.

Nangong Yaoling looked up, "What’s wrong?"

"You... you just said, it was a manager from Lebai? Which department?"

"Qin Yi said it was the jewelry counter where I bought you that necklace last time." Nangong Yaoling said casually. Seeing her, he couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong with you? Why so tense?"

Xiaonuan gripped the knife and fork tightly, exerting great effort to prevent them from slipping out of her hand.

Nangong Yaoling noticed her pale face and quickly said, "What’s wrong? Xiaonuan?"

Xiaonuan came back to her senses.

She looked at Nangong Yaoling.

"How is she?"

"Who?"

"That manager?"

"I don’t know... Didn’t someone say that the car was wrecked beyond recognition? She probably won’t make it through the night?"

Xiaonuan’s fingers trembled, and the knife and fork still slipped out of her hands.

Nangong Yaoling stood up and walked to her.

"Xiaonuan, what’s really going on? Do you know her?"

Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Yaoling, her mind buzzing, barely able to hear what he was saying.

But after a few seconds, she regained her composure and said, "Yes... I even bought something there... That manager, she’s very nice..."

Nangong Yaoling frowned and held her in his arms.

With a mixture of helplessness and heartache, he said, "You... you only bought something there. I thought you two were really close. It’s okay, I shouldn’t have told you this during dinner..."

Xiaonuan shook her head.

Her forehead brushed against the soft cotton of his T-shirt, which he picked casually from the closet when he came downstairs. It carried a faint fragrance, like the scent of laundry detergent.

Xiaonuan inhaled that faint scent, holding tightly onto Nangong Yaoling’s waist.

Suddenly, she felt the entire world was vast, boundlessly large, and even though she clutched his waist, twisting the T-shirt into a ball, she couldn’t seem to find a steady point.

She felt very cold, and deep inside her rose a wave of fear.

Not because she feared Nangong Zhongli’s cruelty and malice, but... she realized she might have single-handedly... destroyed a person’s life.

If... if she hadn’t been so impulsive, or if she had refrained, acted like she knew nothing when she saw Nangong Zhongli that day...

Perhaps, wouldn’t all this have happened?

She bit her lower lip, stiffly lifting her head from Nangong Yaoling’s side.

But she didn’t look at him; she hung her head, murmuring softly, "I feel a bit dizzy and want to rest."

Nangong Yaoling looked down at her.

He didn’t say anything further but bent over, hooking her calves with one hand, lifting her entirely.

Xiaonuan lay on the bed in the bedroom, Nangong Yaoling kissed her forehead.

"Silly, don’t overthink."

Xiaonuan nodded.

"Sleep now." He turned off the bedside lamp, tucked her in before turning to leave.

After Nangong Yaoling left, Xiaonuan heard footsteps gradually fade away, then finally covered her mouth with the blanket, tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes.

She quickly took out her phone, dialing a series of numbers.

In the hallway.

The man’s long legs strode towards the study, then stopped.

The tall and slender figure slowly turned, his footsteps softened, heading back to the bedroom door.

The bedroom door was not fully closed, slightly ajar.

Nangong Yaoling gazed at Xia Xiaonuan in the bedroom, illuminated by the phone’s light, her face shimmering with wetness.