C3 I Don't Think My Sister Is Someone Who Has Lost Her Memory

Lying on the hospital bed, Wen Anran used a day to finally digest the fact that she had transmigrated.

To her, this world was too unfamiliar and prosperous. To get used to it, it was probably not something that could be done in a short while. However, since she had come, it was better to be at ease. Other than Han Yao occasionally coming to make ward rounds, Duan Linxi had never appeared from the beginning to the end.

Wen Anran was very clear that this ward was only a place that was convenient for monitoring her. It was not hard to guess its purpose. If the Wen Anran that they were talking about was really related to that car accident. The big fish behind this was going to be a different story. As for where the real Wen Anran was, this was also a problem!

The television was broadcasting a historical science program and Wen Anran was watching it with great interest.

Duan Linxi sat in Han Yao's office chair and looked at the monitor thoughtfully. His index finger was tapping the table rhythmically. This was his habit when he was thinking.

Han Yao passed the coffee to him and raised her phoenix eyes, "Young Master Duan, do you feel anything? Second Miss Wen, after losing her memory, is not that... annoying?"

Thinking of Wen Anran in the past, even Han Yao backed away, like a dog skin plaster that could not be discarded. She dressed up all day long and swayed by Duan Linxi's side.

Duan Linxi glanced at Han Yao indifferently and did not have any intention of replying at all. These few days, he deliberately ignored this young lady. He originally thought that she would cry, play, and hang herself. Unexpectedly, she was surprisingly quiet.

Could it be that amnesia could cause one's temperament to change greatly?

Just as he was deep in thought, Han Ming pushed open the door and entered with a business-like and solemn expression. "Young Master Duan, the Wen family has found us!"

"Oh?" The corners of Duan Linxi's mouth curled up coldly, and he stood up with a trace of ridicule. "Let's go and watch a good show!"

When Wen Tinghao entered the ward, Wen Anran was using her phone to watch the history of China. She was stunned when she saw the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of her.

She saw that the man was dressed in gray casual clothes and looked very refined. The black eyes under the glasses were holding back tears. Even his voice was trembling. "Ran Ran, where did you get hurt?"

Wen Anran was suddenly pulled to a stop. She subconsciously frowned and tried not to get used to it. She could only continue to pretend that she had lost her memory, "Who are you?"

When Wen Tinghao heard this, he could not help but shed tears. "Ran Ran Ran, I... I am a father!"

Wen Tinghao saw his daughter's confused face and turned his gaze to Han Yao. "Doctor, what happened to my daughter?"

Han Yao stared at Wen Anran and saw that there was no change in her expression. Only then did she clear her voice, "Mr Wen, we suspect that Miss Wen has injured her brain. There is a high probability that she has lost her memory!"

"Lost her memory!" Wen Tinghao found it hard to accept. His face was full of worry, "Can she still recover?"

This anxiety and anxiety did not seem to be faked.

"We need to observe it later." A matter like amnesia could last for a long time or a short time. Who could say for sure!

"It's all my fault. Your mother left early. I didn't take good care of you!" Wen Tinghao started to blame himself. He seemed to have fallen into grief and could not extricate himself.

Duan Linxi stood at the door of the ward and saw everything. It seemed that the rumors were right. The young son of the Wen family was indeed a daughter slave. He did not fight for it.

At this point, it was time for the show to end.

Duan Linxi restrained his emotions and walked into the ward with a smile. "Uncle Wen!"

Wen Anran subconsciously looked up at the man. Even if the man had a smile on his face, she could see how official and hypocritical his smile was.

Wen Tinghao thought that Duan Linxi had saved his daughter and was very grateful. He held his hand and did not let go, "Nephew, it's all thanks to you this time! Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain to my mother who passed away!"

"Uncle Wen is too polite." Duan Linxi pulled his hand back almost imperceptibly and looked at Wen Anran with an obscure and unclear expression.

After the two of them exchanged some small talk, Wen Tinghao brought Wen Anran to complete the discharge procedure. Throughout the entire process, Wen Anran did not say a word. Compared to the unsettled Duan Linxi, she was more willing to leave with this so-called father.

At the very least, Wen Tinghao mistook her for his own daughter and should not be too difficult. When they were about to get into the car, Wen Anran saw Duan Linxi staring at her meaningfully through the window and pretended not to see him.

Wen Anran had just gotten out of the car when the housekeeper Uncle Li came forward to take the luggage. He didn't forget to whisper to Wen Tinghao, "Little mister, the old master is waiting for you in the living room!"

Wen Tinghao nodded and pulled Wen Anran into the house with a complicated expression.

Wen Anran followed behind with a stiff expression and looked at everything around her.

In the living room of the Wen family, Second Miss Wen had gone missing for a few days and it was not easy for her to come back. There were naturally people who were happy and people who were worried. The atmosphere was very strange. Wen Anran lowered her eyes to cover up her thoughts.

"Good sister, I finally found you. Grandfather and third uncle are about to die of anxiety!"

Before she could react, a woman had already stepped forward and pulled her arm. Her face was full of worry and she did not forget to squeeze out a few tears.

Wen Anran looked up and froze on the spot.

Wen Chuxue!

Why is she here!?

Wen Anran looked at her with deep eyes. She clenched her fists tightly and her eyes were filled with anger. This woman is not Wen Chuxue. She just looks like her!

But even so, Wen Anran still pulled her hand back without giving face. Her voice was slightly cold, "Let go!"

Wen Anlan's expression instantly froze. She narrowed her eyes and warned Wen Anran. Sensing the hypocrisy of the woman in front of her, Wen Anran did not want to waste any effort. Her eyes were slightly cold and her cold gaze directly looked over without any warmth.

Anlan was stunned and actually forgot to react.

"Anlan, your sister was frightened. Let her rest first!"

Wen Anlan heard the voice of her little uncle and suddenly came back to her senses. She looked over and saw that Wen Anran did not have that bone-piercing coldness. Could it be that it was an illusion just now?

After adjusting her thoughts, Wen Anlan smiled and pulled Wen Anran's arm without any explanation and left.

"Alright then. I'll send my sister back to her room."

Wen Anran was forcefully pulled away. Although she could not leave, she had to find out the situation of this woman who looked very similar to Wen Chuxue.

Wen Anlan saw Wen Anran obediently enter the room. Suddenly, she pushed hard and closed the door. She raised her hand and gave a slap over and said in a stern voice, "Who asked you to come back!"

Wen Anran narrowed her eyes and steadily raised her hand to catch her slap. She grabbed her wrist and twisted it with force. Wen Anlan knelt in a strange posture on the ground and a piercing pain swept through her entire body.

"Ah!"

"You don't want your hands anymore?" Wen Anran frowned and asked coldly.

Her eyes narrowed. This slap really dared to hit her!

"Wen Anran! Be careful that I will tell grandfather!"

Grandfather?

Wen Anran thought of the old man who seemed to be in high spirits when she entered but was not very friendly to her and she did not have a good impression of him. It was just that looking for parents was something that only three-year-old children would do. She could not help but feel more contempt towards Wen Anlan.

No taste!

"That old man downstairs?"

...

Old man? She really dared!

The pain in her arm was still there. Wen Anlan did not dare to move. She covered the hatred in her heart and pretended to probe, "The hospital said that younger sister lost her memory. Why do I feel that it doesn't seem like it?"