C2 Amnesia

"I've really underestimated you, you slut. Even now, you're still putting on an act." The man gripped Zhong Ling's neck with his hand and exerted even more force. No matter how much strength he exerted, it would mean how much he hated this woman in front of him.

Zhong Ling was almost out of breath, "No, I won't lie to you, I ?" I've lost my memory, really... Everything... "I don't remember."

Hearing that, the man was startled, but soon met Zhong Ling's eyes with an ice-cold gaze: "You said you lost your memory, do you think I would believe you? You lecherous slut who cheats on a man's feelings. Four years ago, if not for you abandoning him, Xie Zheng would not have committed suicide. "

With that, the man heavily threw Zhong Ling out. Zhong Ling fell to the ground in pain.

The lecherous child of a slut began to abandon her in complete disarray. Was she talking about herself? Zhong Ling did not believe her ears. How could she possibly be such a person before she lost her memories?

"You're talking nonsense. This isn't me, this isn't me." Zhong Ling covered her ears. She did not believe those words. She did not want to listen to those obscenities.

The man looked at Zhong Ling. She really didn't remember anything, but this thought was immediately dispelled.

The man stepped forward and pinched Zhong Ling's lower jaw. Word by word, he said, "Don't act for me."

After saying that, the man coldly swept a glance at Zhong Ling and left the room without looking back. The door was heavily slammed shut.

Zhong Ling was curled up in a corner of the room, her hands hugging her knees. Her eyes were dull as her ears echoed the words of the man. Tears flowed uncontrollably as she said to herself, "This isn't me, this isn't me ?"

Xie also left that room and headed straight for the study at the end of the corridor.

After entering the room, he immediately called his assistant. He didn't believe that the woman said she had lost her memory, but he definitely had to find out.

There was a picture of his younger brother, Xie Zheng, on the study table. Xie also picked up the photo, his memories of the past were still vivid in his mind.

If their parents had not divorced fifteen years ago, they would not have been separated.

He had not been able to make the decision to leave for the first time, but six years ago, after his mother passed away, his brother no longer had any relatives in the country. He hated himself for not insisting that Xie Zheng should live with him abroad.

When he thought of this, he also felt hatred and regret.

It had been four years, four whole years, and Xie still couldn't emerge from the shadow of his brother's suicide. He would never forget that day four years ago.

That day, at noon American time, he was having an important videoconference when his assistant suddenly picked up an international call. One must know that when his assistant had to understand his habits, it was suicide to pick up the phone at such a time. If it wasn't something extremely urgent, his assistant would never have had the guts to do such a stupid thing.

As he picked up the phone, he heard voices on the other end, the sound of a police car, an ambulance...

An unfamiliar man on the other end of the phone said a lot, but Xie could only hear one sentence clearly: "Mr Xie, your brother Xie Zheng committed suicide tonight at 10: 19 PM."

Suicide? How could this be? Xie Zheng had always been a sunny and energetic man. How could he commit suicide?

Xie couldn't remember what he was feeling when he heard this grievous news. He only knew that he had to return immediately.

When he returned home and saw his younger brother's body, Xie also collapsed.

He could not forget the fatal cuts on his younger brother's wrist. Just what happened to Xie Zheng that caused him to be so heartless?

After Xie Zheng's funeral, his next move was to find out the reason for his brother's suicide.

Furthermore, the truth was that Xie Zheng committed suicide for the sake of his emotions, for the sake of a heartless woman who abandoned those who betrayed him.