On this day, Ye Fan and Mengyao sat in the courtyard, with fruits on the table, enjoying the peaceful moment.

"Don’t you get tired spending the whole day with me?" Ye Fan looked at Mengyao and asked with a smile.

"Tired? Tired of what?" Mengyao teased, "With me accompanying you, you are secretly pleased, yet you pretend to be unwilling. What do you mean? Are you worried I’m not doing my job, or am I bothering you?"

"Being with me is the main business, how could you be bothering me? I’m more than happy." Ye Fan laughed awkwardly, being openly exposed by Mengyao, even if he had thick skin, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, not to mention his skin wasn’t thick.

"Such manners!" Mengyao teased, glancing at Ye Fan.

"Honestly, is the company business not busy?" Ye Fan asked seriously, "You’ve been with me all day long, what would others think? If they say you neglect your ambitions, forsake important matters for a man, just chatting, cooking, doing nothing but mundane things, if the media finds out, wouldn’t it cause a big fuss, and I’d be blamed."

"Company affairs can never be finished, if I focused only on business, I’d work myself to death and still not be busy enough. Instead of diving into endless work, it’s better to rest and relax properly. Besides, with Du Xueqi and others helping, I’m not that busy. I only intervene in big matters, but I don’t bother with irrelevant small matters. As a wealthy person, especially a woman, if I devote all my time and effort to business, wouldn’t I be losing myself?"

After Mengyao explained why she wasn’t busy, she glared at Ye Fan, "You’re clearly eager for me to be with you, yet you act like you’re the victim. What do you mean?"

"I mean, it’s fine as long as you’re always with me like this." Ye Fan replied earnestly.

"I thought you were annoyed with me?" Mengyao feigned dissatisfaction.

"How could I be?" Ye Fan immediately refuted the idea.

"This is love, this is love." Chu Biyao came over from behind, singing softly with a smile on her face, "Falling in love at first sight is liking; being together for long without boring is love."

She approached the table, picked a few grapes, fed one to Mengyao, and then leaned toward Ye Fan, speaking straightforwardly, "Brother-in-law, open up."

Ye Fan reluctantly opened his mouth, eating the grape Chu Biyao kindly fed him, with no choice but to swallow it.

"Sister, Brother-in-law, I’m going to the film crew, bye-bye!" Chu Biyao left like the wind.

Ye Fan and Mengyao watched Biyao leave, smiling and shaking their heads, filled with affection for the spirited Biyao.

Halfway, Biyao ran into Qiu Wen, urgently grabbing her arm and asked, "Sister Dao, where are you going?"

"I’m going to see Master for something," Qiu Wen replied.

"What business could you have? It’s just trivial matters, without any sense of timing, don’t disturb them, didn’t you see Brother-in-law and Sister are having a romantic time?" Biyao didn’t care about Qiu Wen’s mentioned business.

"Ah? Oh!" Qiu Wen came to her senses, finally understanding Biyao’s meaning.

Biyao left with Han Bihong and the other four women, Qiu Wen paused, then also left.

Ye Fan and Mengyao continued chatting.

"Have Fire Phoenix and Butcher sent any information?" Mengyao inquired, "That truck driver is a key witness, if found, some useful information might be extracted about Zhao Hai’s death?"

"I’m afraid it’s useless, if my guess is right, the truck driver should have been silenced, and his body may not be found." Ye Fan responded helplessly, "We can only find new clues by exploring the truck driver’s background and people he contacted."

"The difficulty has increased, it’s uncertain if Fire Phoenix and Butcher can find useful information?" Mengyao was unsure.

"As long as traces are left, there will definitely be clues." Ye Fan was full of confidence.

Mengyao set aside the question, pondering for a moment, then asked strangely, "Did you dream about that woman again last night?"

Mengyao’s expression also displayed discomfort, worry, and unease.

It’s not jealousy, but concern over Ye Fan’s health problems, which is a cause for concern.

What’s really happening?

The woman Ye Fan dreamed of, where to begin?

Who is this woman?

In recent days, Ye Fan’s dreams have consistently featured a blurred figure.

A woman’s figure, elusive and unreachable, whether smile or appearance, lingers in his mind, yet he can’t recall her face, not even a single clue.

It’s like having something at the tip of his tongue, but forgetting upon opening his mouth.

The deep desire to know the answer and the torture of elusive results truly makes one uncomfortable.

"I dreamt of her," Ye Fan nodded heavily, speaking bitterly, "Last night, there were two women in my dream."

After realizing something was wrong with his body, Ye Fan initially kept it from Mengyao, but Mengyao’s keen observation unveiled the issue, so he shared with her that his body had a problem, a situation unknown to others but known only to Mengyao and him.

What could be the problem with his body?

This takes us to the heart inside him. Ye Fan’s anxiety and confusion, and poor emotional state are all related to the woman in his dreams, with the only shaping factor possibly being the heart.

"I’ve privately asked experts and checked cases. Your situation likely stems from the new heart bringing memories from the original heart’s owner, affecting you, which is why the woman appears often in your dreams," Mengyao said seriously, "This simply indicates that the woman was crucial to the original heart’s owner. But you said there was another woman in last night’s dream, what does that mean?"

The heart surgery brought some memories of the original heart’s owner, which is medically feasible, but its occurrence is extremely rare.

Ye Fan didn’t expect this nearly impossible phenomenon would happen to him.

Since it occurred, Ye Fan didn’t try to suppress it forcibly, suppressing might have adverse effects, he chose to let it be instead.

"To be precise, the woman appearing nightly in dreams hasn’t changed, the only change is the appearance of another woman, who seems not to be a woman, but a little girl," Ye Fan whispered, conveying only a vague idea.

"Can you recall or describe the appearance of the woman in your dream?" Mengyao asked.

"It seems to be them."

Ye Fan’s gaze passed the garden, locking onto a mother and daughter across the road not far away.