Miss Qiao is here today to meet you for a marriage interview.

At this moment, he couldn’t directly ask him about the signal device, nor could he search for it here. The only choice was to leave and come up with another plan.

Xiao Qi felt as though she’d forgotten to say something important, but after racking her brain for a long time, still couldn’t recall what it was.

Suddenly, she was shoved forcefully, snapping her out of her thoughts.

What on earth—why was he suddenly pinning her against the wall?

“Xiyang,” he called her name softly, “let’s watch a movie together tonight, hm?”

A movie?

At once, Xiao Qi’s interest was piqued. “Sure, sure! What kind of movie will we watch?”

“What kind do you like?”

“I love A Chinese Odyssey!” Her eyes sparkled. “Luo Jiahui in that movie is so cool, and everything he says is so philosophical! Especially that line: ‘People are born of people, demons are born of demons.’ It touches on ethics, love, medicine, and religion—simply the best interpretation of ‘equality of all beings’…”

“…”

Yi Chen was increasingly convinced there was something wrong with her head.

She used to always drag him to those sweet romance movies.

But now she had amnesia…

Yi Chen’s gaze darkened a little. His well-defined fingers brushed the uneven tips of her hair. “They’re not showing A Chinese Odyssey in theaters. Let’s watch something else, okay?”

“How should I know what movies are showing?” Xiao Qi pouted, clearly displeased—she just loved that film.

“How about… we watch A Chinese Odyssey at my place tonight?”

Realizing what he meant, Xiao Qi immediately shook her head. “No, no! I have to sleep early tonight. I’m delivering takeout tomorrow!”

At last, she remembered—she needed his signature on the poster.

“Xiyang,” his next words made her forget about the signature again, “don’t cut your hair anymore, all right?”

Cut my hair?

She lowered her gaze to the ends. “Even though it’s a bit uneven, I actually think it looks pretty nice!”

“It is nice,” Yi Chen said with a gentle smile, “but you’re twenty-eight now. This style suits little girls more.”

“What? I’m only twenty, okay?”

“…”

Now he was sure—absolutely sure—Xiyang’s head wasn’t right.

Yet at this moment, the girl before him, with her delicate lips in a small pout and her fair cheeks tinged with pink, was so captivating.

He was sorely tempted…

His handsome face drew closer and closer, reflected in her wide eyes.

Was he… about to get fresh with her again?!

She ducked nimbly from under his arm, dashed to the door, and shot him a look. “Shameless Earthling scoundrel!”

With that, she flung an insult and ran off.

Under the sunlight outside the building, Yi Chen stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gaze locked wordlessly on that slender figure beyond the dazzling light.

Xiao Qi, reaching the flowerbeds, seemed to sense something. She stopped and looked up.

She immediately caught sight of the man at the eighth-floor window.

She quickly looked away and continued on her way.

Today, he wasn’t in a suit—just a white shirt and slacks, simple and casual, yet still exuding a singular, striking charm.

Lin Yi Chen—he looked handsome no matter what he wore!

Ah, Xiao Qi, what are you thinking?

She smacked her own forehead in frustration.

“President Lin,” Fang Li entered the office, “There’s a lady who calls herself Joanna here to see you.”

Joanna?

Lin Yi Chen suffered from a kind of selective amnesia toward women; he genuinely didn’t know if he knew her or not.

But he had no interest in meeting other women.

He made no move to agree, only asked, “Have the results come back on that sapphire?”

“No real findings,” Fang Li replied. “The tests show it’s just a pure mineral, no other substances, and its origin can’t be traced.”

Then, Fang Li steered the conversation back. “President Lin, Miss Qiao is here for a matchmaking appointment.”

“Matchmaking?”

“She’s Qiao Hao Wei’s daughter—just returned from America.”

At that, Lin Yi Chen understood.

Qiao Hao Wei’s father and his own had been business partners for years.

They wanted to unite the families by marriage.

“Let her in.”

“Yes, sir!”

Lin Yi Chen shrugged on his suit jacket, hands in his pockets, and returned to stand by the window.

But the figure outside had already disappeared.

Joanna entered and saw the tall, striking man standing with his back to her by the window.

She’d always known this man—handsome, extraordinary, exuding confidence. The perfectly tailored suit accentuated his tall, upright figure. He was just as poised as before, but now with an even more commanding presence.

“President Lin.”

He turned at her voice, his cool gaze landing on her. “Miss Qiao?”

His handsome face betrayed not the slightest ripple of emotion.

So, he truly had forgotten her.

Dressed in a black lace dress, Joanna approached, her beautifully made-up face turned toward him. “President Lin, do you really not recognize me?”

He responded calmly and unhurriedly, “Mm, Uncle Luo’s daughter.”

A reply with double meaning.

Meeting his cold gaze, Anna arched her red lips in a smile. “You must know why I’m here, so let’s be straightforward.”

She picked up her phone, opened the camera, and stood beside Lin Yi Chen for a photo. “With a picture, I’ve completed my task.”

She put away her phone and left immediately.

Lin Yi Chen frowned and brushed his arm where she’d touched him.

Just then, his phone rang—a call from the villa’s security.

“President Lin, the Second Young Master slipped away again, but he finished the maple painting.”

Lin Yi Chen frowned, “Go look for him.”

“Yes, sir!”

After work, Lin Yi Chen drove off. The bodyguard called again to say the Second Young Master still hadn’t been found.

Could he have gone home?

He made a sharp turn and headed for the Lin family estate.

Lin Bosen and Xu Lu were having dinner in the dining room.

He walked over, unhurried and courteous. “Dad, Aunt Xu.”

“Oh?” Xu Lu sipped her mushroom soup, lazily remarking, “President Lin is always so busy—what brings you here today?”

Lin Yi Chen’s expression was calm and distant as he looked to Lin Bosen. “Dad, has Yi Yang come by?”

Before his father could reply, Xu Lu chimed in, “You come to us just because you can’t find Yi Yang? You want him to prepare that art exhibition, but he barely has time to come home.”

“Painting is Yi Yang’s passion. Becoming an artist and holding an exhibition has always been his dream,” Yi Chen replied gravely. “The exhibition is nearly ready. It’s important to find him to finish the paintings.”

“Yi Yang hasn’t been here,” Lin Bosen said quietly. “I don’t care how you do it. Since you’re organizing this exhibition for Yi Yang, do it well. He’s your brother—look after him as an elder brother should.”

Since Yi Yang wasn’t there, Lin Yi Chen didn’t linger. With a nod, he left.

On the drive back, Pansen called him, saying Zhuang Jia had returned a few days ago, but left again two days later—and at the airport, Xu Hui had sought her out.

The name Zhuang Jia stirred a faint memory in Lin Yi Chen’s mind after some searching.

If Xu Hui had sought out Zhuang Jia, it was surely to have her prove his amnesia.

It seemed they’d discovered something.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel.