The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Looking as if he hasn’t fully woken up yet, he seemed adorably clueless.

"Why does it have to be me taking her? Qin Yi, you could just take her to the airport yourself, couldn’t you?" Nangong Feihong complained as he approached the two.

Rasha’er stood up, glaring with her big blue eyes, dissatisfied, "You promised you’d take me. How can you go back on your word now?"

The girl had golden hair draped behind her, with fair skin and delicate features, deep-set eyes, looking like a princess stepped out of a European palace, even in ordinary clothes.

Nangong Feihong looked at her helplessly, "I’m here now, aren’t I? Let’s go."

As he spoke, he grabbed a hat from the nearby rack, casually put it on his head, and headed outside with hands in pockets.

Rasha’er watched his departing back, standing still and frowning unhappily.

This man, he was so gentle when helping her with the medicine yesterday, but now he’s so cold?

Is it because of her relationship with Situ Yan?

She clenched her fist and quickly followed him.

In the car.

Nangong Feihong and Rasha’er sat in the back while the driver and Qin Yi sat in the front.

Rasha’er held a phone in her hand, turned her head, and gave Nangong Feihong a glance. He was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed, looking as though he was preparing to nap.

"Why are you still sleeping? Are you really that tired?" Rasha’er asked, looking at Nangong Feihong’s side profile.

He didn’t respond much.

Rasha’er gritted her teeth, reached out her hand, and shook Nangong Feihong’s arm.

"Hey..."

"What?" Nangong Feihong opened one eye and glanced at Rasha’er, "What’s up, sis?"

Sis?

Rasha’er’s face changed color, cheeks flushing red.

She raised her phone, looking at Nangong Feihong, "Can I have your phone number? WeChat is fine too..."

This time, Nangong Feihong opened both eyes, looking at Rasha’er warily, "Why do you want it?"

Rasha’er: "..."

"I... I don’t mean anything by it, just as friends." Rasha’er said, feeling a bit dejected.

Nangong Feihong looked at her, twitching the corner of his mouth.

With half his face clouded, he spoke casually, "If you help me kill Situ Yan, I’ll be your friend."

"You—!" Rasha’er gritted her teeth in anger, "How can you say that! I won’t let you hurt Yan anymore!"

Nangong Feihong closed his eyes again, continuing his nap.

Rasha’er: "..."

Never has any man turned her down like this!

It’s the first time she’s actively asking for a man’s phone number.

Rasha’er was utterly frustrated; after all, she was a princess, what made Nangong Feihong so full of himself, so arrogant!

She glared at Nangong Feihong fiercely, "You’ll regret it!"

Having said that, she turned her head to look outside the window.

Sitting in the front in silent contemplation, Qin Yi’s brow twitched, and he reached up to rub his forehead.

Airport.

Qin Yi watched as Nangong Feihong sent Rasha’er to check-in.

His gaze shifted to the corner.

Two plainclothes bodyguards nodded at him, holding tickets and following behind.

Rasha’er suddenly stopped and looked back at the somewhat distracted Nangong Feihong.

"I’m telling you, I am Rasha’er, no man has ever treated me like this!"

Nangong Feihong was slightly taken aback.

Remarking speechlessly, "What did I do to you? If I’d known you were with Situ Yan, I wouldn’t have helped you that day."

"You—!"

Rasha’er stomped her foot.

"I don’t need you to take me, I can go by myself!"