C17 You Are Muh Chen I Am Zhao Sitong

"Does Chen know that girl?" Wenn Tao asked, furrowing his brow as he looked towards the Bentley.

"It seems so, but I'm not clear on the details," Muh Qing replied after a pause. "Rong Xiaoyi and the others seem to know her as well."

"What?" Wenn Tao exclaimed incredulously, unable to fathom that Rong Xiaoyi and his group were acquainted with her. "The girl has delusional disorder. How do Xiaoyi and the others know her?"

"I'm not sure about that either. I only found out when I saw them discussing it in the group chat," Muh Qing said with a shrug, spreading his hands in a gesture of helplessness. His own curiosity was killing him, but frustratingly, he couldn't ask any questions.

"Alright, I understand," Wenn Tao said pensively. "Tell Chen to keep an eye on that girl. She's quite skilled. If possible, it might be best to have her admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. Sigh, have him give me a call when it's convenient." Wenn Tao added, still concerned.

"Sure, I'll pass the message to Mr. Chen," Muh Qing assured him with respect as he saw Wenn Tao off.

Wenn Tao rejoined the crowd and spoke briefly to his subordinates. They exchanged glances, none daring to voice their thoughts, and they left the scene in subdued spirits.

The bystanders were abuzz with curiosity as the police abruptly departed.

"What just happened?"

"Is the female thief not being arrested?"

"Such a shame, I didn't get enough pictures!"

"What are the police up to?"

"Whose car is this? It actually stopped the girl."

"That license plate... Ah, the car seems to belong to Muh's Group Chairman, Muh Chen."

"That explains the quick police retreat!"

The crowd lingered with a sense of anticlimax, and although they couldn't confirm if the car's occupant was indeed the Muh's Group Chairman, the Bentley's imposing presence was enough to suggest that its owner was not someone to mess with. After a few curious glances, they reluctantly returned to their own vehicles.

The drama of the police chase had ended, the police car had driven away, and traffic resumed its normal flow.

Inside the car.

"Mr. Chen, did you know? Those savages were outrageous. They locked me up last night and kept me captive in a room. This morning, two men in mourning attire came with poisoned needles, intending to torture me for information. They clearly wanted to force a confession to make outrageous demands from Royal Father. I seized the moment when they were distracted, attacked one of the barbarians, and managed to escape. I never imagined I'd end up in your metal box," Zhao Sitong recounted with glee. Having shaken off the pesky "savages" and found herself back with Mr. Chen, she was overjoyed, animatedly sharing her ordeal.

A flicker of recognition sparked in Muh Chen's eyes. Was she spouting nonsense, or was there a glimmer of truth in her words? His gaze, dark and deep as a still pond, settled on Zhao Sitong, then drifted to her wrist where a purple bracelet peeked out. Muh Chen studied it more intently, his eyes flashing with intensity before he quickly composed himself. With a hint of probing in his voice, he asked, "Do you know me?"

"Mr. Chen, have you truly forgotten everything? You are Muh Chen, and I am Zhao Sitong. I'm sixteen, and you're eight years my senior. We were betrothed at my birth," Zhao Sitong said, clutching his arm with a surge of excitement as Muh Chen finally engaged in conversation with her.

Zhao Sitong? Muh Chen's gaze intensified, but upon seeing the girl's clear, pure eyes, something within him stirred faintly.

"Mr. Chen, won't you please not abandon me? The Barbarian Country is terrifying. They're always trying to capture me, and I don't know where to turn. You're the only person I know here!" Zhao Sitong's eyes brimmed with hope as she looked at Muh Chen. She was acutely aware that he didn't remember her at the moment, so she restrained her urgency. If she could just remain by his side, she was convinced that she could eventually help Mr. Chen regain his "memory."