After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 484 - 332:

Fu Tingzhou had a dream that night.

In the dream, he saw the person called ’Ruan Youqing’.

She was arguing with a middle-aged woman, who was yelling that she had deceived her son, swindled money, and emotions, and even said to let the hospital be the judge, asserting that such a person did not deserve to be a doctor.

Then the woman pushed Ruan Youqing.

He went over to support her.

After that, the images became more fragmented.

Ruan Youqing’s features were utterly indistinct.

In the end, it seemed they said something, and by the time he finally could see Ruan Youqing’s face clearly, those features turned out to be Tang Xi’s.

Fu Tingzhou woke up with a cold sweat on his back.

It was now a little past three in the morning.

But he could no longer fall asleep.

The man opened the window, and the night breeze brought in the coolness of dew.

He pondered over the dream he had.

After smoking a few cigarettes by the window, Fu Tingzhou went to the study and turned on the computer, searching for news about Tang Xi. When he typed in the name Tang Xi, there was scarcely any useful information, only a few namesakes.

However, when he searched for Ruan Youqing, he came across a useful piece of information.

A female thoracic surgeon from the First Hospital.

There was also a photo ID of Ruan Youqing.

He clearly saw Ruan Youqing’s face, which he did not recognize.

Fu Tingzhou raised his hand to massage his temples, as his head began to ache. Every time he tried to recall something from four years ago, his head would throb with pain. At first, he could bear it, but gradually, as if something was trying to break through his flesh and burst out, Fu Tingzhou opened a drawer and took out two painkillers to swallow.

He opened the third drawer.

Inside was a medical record.

The medical record from his car accident four years ago.

He looked carefully at the diagnosis on the record.

Head trauma leading to amnesia.

In fact, over these two years, Fu Tingzhou had slowly realized that his amnesia might not be directly related to the car accident.

Eight-thirty in the morning.

Fu Tingzhou and Tang Xi walked out of Longshan Villa.

The difference was, Fu Tingzhou got into a car.

Tang Xi walked ahead; her daily commute was by subway.

Fu Tingzhou had indeed offered to let her come along, but Tang Xi had refused because she felt that the two were just ex-husband and ex-wife, although they were temporarily living together for the sake of their daughter.

Entering and leaving the company together would inevitably cause unnecessary public controversy.

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Fu Tingzhou arrived at the company. Shen Duan knocked and came in to report on today’s schedule.

Then Shen Duan said, "Miss Meng mentioned that you haven’t been there for two months. Miss Meng would like to invite you out for dinner tonight."

Fu Tingzhou pondered for a moment and nodded, "Hmm."

Shen Duan handed over a folder, "This is Miss Tang’s design portfolio. The advertising department has already taken it to start planning the promotion. The sample will be ready soon."

Fu Tingzhou took it and looked at it briefly.

Tang Xi always had a talent for jewelry design; he had discovered this while they were in North City. If not for the Gao Family’s abduction incident, perhaps Tang Xi would have already become Shen Qinglin’s closed-door disciple by now.

"Help me arrange a meeting with Shen Qinglin." Fu Tingzhou leaned back in his executive chair, legs naturally crossed, "The new product project that we initiated with Shen Qinglin’s company at the beginning of the year, I want Tang Xi to join in."

"If you let Miss Tang know, she would definitely be thrilled."

The corners of Fu Tingzhou’s lips also curved slightly.

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Tang Xi invited all her colleagues from the design department for dinner tonight.

Many wished her congratulations for her design drafts being approved.

Of course, there were also snide remarks.

Some said that Jiang Wangyue had helped Tang Xi get ahead through connections. Such comments were plentiful, but Tang Xi did not take them to heart, and Jiang Wangyue cared even less.

If one spends every day thinking about how to mock and belittle others, they won’t go far.

And if one has succeeded but lives in constant fear of envy from others and acts subserviently, they won’t go far either.

Tang Xi is going to be home late tonight, so she sent a text message to Fu Tingzhou.

At this moment, when Fu Tingzhou received the message, he was with a young woman at a high-end Western restaurant.

A woman in a white dress was playing the piano.

Waiters bustled about with their trays, the air was fragrant.

But it was not the scent of flowers, but rather a mixture of perfume and spices.

Fu Tingzhou looked at the text message and replied, "What time, location, I will have the driver pick you up."

Two more minutes passed, and a reply came back with an address and time.

Meng Xingyin’s smile was elegant and her eyes harbored appreciation and adoration for the man in front of her, "Are you chatting with your ex-wife? You said she hardly has a place in your memory, but it seems you’re getting along quite well now."

"I can’t remember anything from before. Maybe we did get along well, considering I have amnesia, right?" Fu Tingzhou looked at her. "I’ve only recently returned, and next week I’ll start regular therapy at your studio. I’ve heard that you psychologists also practice hypnotism. What’s it like to be hypnotized?"

It was just a casual question.

Meng Xingyin’s pupils flickered briefly, but after two seconds, she continued to smile, gently touching her cheek with one hand, "Yeah, I know some hypnotism, but I haven’t really used it. In my family, it’s my sister who specializes in hypnotism. Hypnotism, well, it’s just about giving those with insomnia a good night’s sleep."

Fu Tingzhou regarded her with unwavering gaze, "I’d like to try it, I’m available this Saturday. I’ve read some books on amnesia treatment over the years and I often have headaches. Hypnosis might be able to help."

Meng Xingyin frowned slightly and then bit her red lip, "I’ll ask my sister. Don’t worry, Third Young Master Fu, I know a friend who is an expert in traditional Chinese medicine, I can introduce you to them for acupuncture therapy for your headaches."

Fu Tingzhou glanced at his wristwatch, then told her, "Then let’s say Saturday morning at nine, I will wait for you at your studio. Inform your sister."

This was not a tone of discussion, but one of stating, ordering, commanding.

Even though his words were not forceful.

Meng Xingyin’s lips parted slightly, whether from reluctance or inability to refuse, she only nodded and said with a smile, "Sure, I’ll definitely help with whatever Third Young Master Fu needs."

A few minutes later.

Fu Tingzhou stood up. "You’ve had a bit of red wine, let me take you home."

Meng Xingyin’s cheeks were faintly pink, she obediently nodded her head, and followed Fu Tingzhou out of the Western restaurant. When she was prepared to sit in the passenger’s seat, she found that Fu Tingzhou had opened the door to the back seat for her.

Meng Xingyin actually wanted to sit in the passenger’s seat, to be a little closer to Fu Tingzhou.

But...

In the night breeze, her black skirt fluttered. She glanced at the profile of Fu Tingzhou’s face.

His actions were gentlemanly, opening the door to the back seat for her, dressed elegantly in a suit, but when he looked at her, his face was void of any superfluous expression.

Meng Xingyin nodded and sat in the back seat, feeling somewhat dejected.

"Why have you been driving this car frequently lately? I remember you used to like more low-profile models."

The air was filled with the smell of leather and the familiar light fragrance of men’s cologne.

Slightly mixed with the scent of tobacco.

Like the base note of a perfume.

"I just took any car from the garage without paying much attention," Fu Tingzhou started the car. "Should I take you to Shuihua City?"

"Let’s go to Mengshang Mansion. My father said he hasn’t seen you for a long time, and it’s still early, so why not come over to our place for a bit? My sister should be back too."

Fu Tingzhou nodded but did not reply.

Meng Xingyin was visibly pleased.

However, after Fu Tingzhou drove her home, he did not go inside but sat in the car and said, "Give my regards to Uncle Meng."

Meng Xingyin inquired, "Aren’t you coming in for a visit?"

"I have other matters, I must be going."

Fu Tingzhou spoke and glanced at the time, then started the car and left.

Meng Xingyin stared at the fading tail lights of his car, lost in thought. She then returned to the Meng Family, and as soon as she walked in, she asked the butler, "Has my sister come back?"

"The eldest Miss is upstairs."

Meng Xingyin prepared to head upstairs when she encountered Lin Anju coming down, "Xingyin, I saw that Third Young Master Fu brought you home. How are things between you two, any chance there?"

"Mom, he and I are just in a normal doctor-patient relationship, I’m just an ordinary psychologist, and he’s a patient seeking treatment. Besides, we haven’t seen each other for two months," Meng Xingyin said, a bit disheartened.

Lin Anju said, "Your match with Third Young Master Fu is quite suitable. Although our family cannot compare with the Fu Family, we also have some reputation in North City. My daughter is so outstanding, and Third Young Master Fu doesn’t even spare a glance at those socialites; the only one he sees weekly is you, and you know more about him than others. Hasn’t he not sought you out these past two months just because... he has been away working in other places due to company matters, and now he has returned, hasn’t he?"

Lin Anju held Meng Xingyin’s hand, "The Fu Family holds immense power, and a marriage alliance with them would bring great benefits to our own family. And mother knows you, you have feelings for Third Young Master Fu..."

Meng Xingyin blushed, "Mom, who knows what the future holds? Now he has amnesia, and each time he comes to me, it’s just to talk about amnesia, he never strays to talk about anything else. But even so, I know a lot about him, he does not push me away, nor repel my proximity. My affection for Fu Tingzhou isn’t because of his family’s position... if it weren’t for him, I might have drowned... alright mom, I won’t talk more, I have to go find my sister."

Pushing open the door to Mang Yueyao’s bedroom, Meng Xingyin hastily said, "This Saturday morning, can you come to my studio, sister? Third Young Master Fu would like to talk to you about hypnosis."

Mang Yueyao and Meng Xingyin are twin sisters.

But the elder sister, Mang Yueyao, is more composed.