The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

If it were any other man, I’m afraid they wouldn’t have survived so many times.

So now, thinking about how he meticulously planned against me, framed me.

Nangong Yaoling just felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

That kind of pain, unlike love, is a subtle, unexplainable pain between men.

Because that pain might never be grand, but it’s like a needle that silently pierces you at times when you remember it.

The regretful thing is, you cannot confide in anyone.

Nangong Yaoling clenched his fist.

"Send someone to investigate Liang Shaochen; everything he has been doing and everyone he has interacted with recently, check it all for me!"

Qin Yi looked at Nangong Yaoling’s somewhat pale face, feeling inexplicably, slightly shaken.

If this matter is indeed Liang Shaochen’s doing, then he has only one purpose, to make the young madam leave the Young Master.

This beast in human disguise, he actually... actually used such disgraceful means to frame someone.

All for a woman...

He saw pain and numbness in the Young Master’s expression, and even more decisiveness.

If this matter is indeed Liang Shaochen’s doing, then he’s undoubtedly issuing the most direct challenge to the Young Master.

And from now on, it also means that their relationship really... can never go back.

Qin Yi’s face was expressionless, but for a moment, he felt an inexplicable ache.

Feeling sorry for this cold, ruthless, cruel man in front of him, yet more loyal than anyone else.

He always wears a suit of armor, outsiders always fear him, dread him, no one can hurt him.

Yet the only ones who can hurt him are those to whom he opens his armor.

Qin Yi took a deep breath and then respectfully responded.

"I understand, Young Master."

The car had traveled a short distance before being forced to stop.

A long street, filled to the brim. The vehicles behind honked incessantly, drivers complained endlessly.

"What’s happening?" Nangong Yaoling, who was resting his eyes, asked impatiently.

The driver was momentarily flustered and at a loss.

"Young Master... traffic, traffic jam..."

Qin Yi, sitting in the passenger seat, rolled down the window, letting a gust of cool wind blow inside, he leaned out to take a look ahead.

"At this time, jammed up like this, there must be an accident, caught up here, no idea when it’ll clear." Qin Yi said, checked his watch, and turned to glance at Nangong Yaoling.

"Young Master, I’ll go take a look."

Nangong Yaoling made no sound, giving silent consent.

Qin Yi said this, opened the car door.

After a while, Qin Yi returned quickly.

"Young Master..." Qin Yi slipped back into the car, shutting the door.

"There’s an accident ahead, a Ford got hit and overturned by a truck loaded with sand, sand scattered everywhere, police and workers are hurriedly clearing it, the person has been sent to hospital, it’ll take at least more than half an hour to clear the scene..."

Nangong Yaoling furrowed his brows.

Qin Yi quickly said: "Young Master... how about I call Lator and have him send a helicopter to pick you up?"

Nangong Yaoling glanced at his watch.

"Forget it."

Qin Yi remembered something and added: "Young Master, I just heard, the person in the accident earlier was the manager from Lebai Mall’s jewelry store... the shop where you bought the necklace for the young madam last time."