Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 270 - 269: I am smitten by you

Shentu Jing placed the food on the table in front of her, setting everything in place.

"Shentu Jing.... You are not hungry?" She wanted to ask something but then decided not to.

"No, you eat. I’ll just watch you," he plopped his chin up on his palm and gazed at her lovingly.

"I can’t eat if you keep looking at me like this," Qin Zhuzhu turned the other side to avoid that heated gaze.

"Alright. I’ll go to bed first," Shentu Jing stood up, and strode to the couch.

At midnight, when Qin Zhuzhu was about to sleep, she cast a glance at the man on the sofa.

Something pulled her towards him, her legs moved on their own and in the next second, she was squatting beside him. freewёbnoνel.com

Qin Zhuzhu ran a finger along his thin lips, then to the bridge of his nose and along his eyebrows. Sanya was right; she was smitten by him.

Should she accept him....? Or.....?

Shentu Chu stood on the rooftop of a dark building, holding the two files in his hands. There was no mistake. Liu Mo was Qin Mo, and Qin Mo was his....

He turned, the backlight against him, and made his way to a metal basin. Then he tossed the files into the fire, watching the flames leaped out and swallow them.

Then he remembered. During that time when they sneakily went to the old Qin mansion, Shentu Jing did retrieved something.

Shentu Jing was still having it on his possession! How could he forget?

With a dark glint in his eyes, Shentu Chu looked at the direction of Skyward Peak Residence.

What was it? Perhaps he needed to personally pay a trip to the old Qin mansion.

Later in the day, Shentu Chu stepped into the old Qin mansion. He remembered how to get past the doors and walked into the main hall.

He looked up at the ceiling, evidence of a fire scattered across the place. Then he turned to the fireplace. Somehow, something blurry made its way into his mind again.

This time, he was sitting in front of a fireplace unwrapping presents. There was the voice of two people, one male and female. A small girl ran to him and snatched away his present.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" The little girl cried.

Shentu Chu tried to see their faces clearly but the next second, they vanished. He shook his head, feeling a headache gnawing at his brain again.

Every time those lost memories occurred, he would get a terrible headache.

The more Shentu Chu looked around the house in broad daylight, the more he found it familiar. That night when he and Shentu Jing climbed their way through, he didn’t experience these visions because the place was dark.

Had he been here before?

He calculated before; there was one time he was brought back from visiting his ’relatives’ and he couldn’t remember anything. They said that he dropped into the water. When they rescued him, he was already in this state. What happened when he visited those relatives? Old master Shentu wouldn’t tell him no matter what. At that time, he didn’t have much doubt about anything.

Now coming to think of it, that was ten years of memories gone in a flash. He didn’t even know who he was.

Shentu Chu went around the whole mansion. The more he stepped deeper and deeper into the mansion, the more those images came rushing back to his mind.

After five hours, Shentu Chu stood at the entrance. There was nothing here relating to Liu Mo. Everything was gone.

The only clue to the truth was in Shentu Jing’s hands. Whatever Shentu Jing took from the old Qin mansion, he will get it back.

Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his body right to his head. Shentu Chu held the sides of his head, leaning against the wall for support.

Shit, the poison was getting worst.

He only had two more chances left.

He dug his nails into the stone wall, fingernails bleeding and forehead sweating profusely. Shentu Chu was up close with the stone wall where he came face to face with some squibbly childlike drawings.

This.... Isn’t this.....?

He trembled, lips quivered, breathing quickened as images and voices pounced on him.

Two kids drawing and squibbling on the wall with rocks. The little girl sang happily: "You are my little apple, you are my little apple,"

"Who’s your little apple?" The boy taunted the girl.

"I’m not telling you!" The little girl harrumphed.

"What are you holding? Isn’t that grandpa’s wine bottle?" The little boy tried to snatch the wine from the little girl who pulled it away further from him.

"I’m the Goddess of Wine! You’ll be the God of Wine!"

"That’s real wine, you dummy!"

"I know! I’m not really going to drink it!" The little girl pouted her lips.

Finally when the memories played finished, Shentu Chu was left gasping for air, forehead pressed against the cold stone wall, a strange smile on his pale lips. Every time one of these memories came back, he would feel a terrible headache.

However Shentu Chu was determined to reach his goal. So he endured the pain. He needed the pain to awaken him. Normally, people would pass out from the unbearable pain that felt like a knife cutting every part of his insides.

The images he saw in his mind weren’t hallucinations caused by the poison. The poison has never cause him any hallucinations.

They were his lost memories, the ones he had been chasing for over a decade.

Shentu Chu slid down to the ground, hugging his knees and balling his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Then after some time, he lifted his head and walked to his car.

In the background far away, a woman watched Shentu Chu from a car, a crazed smile on her lips. The windows were tinted black, the number plate hidden from view.

"Hah, he’s taken the bait. How dare he ruin my painstaking efforts and my car?"