Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1343 - 1321: She Never Forgot Me?

By the swimming pool in the backyard of the Huo Family, two little ones ran off to play on the artificial sand pile nearby.

The sand pile contained children’s volleyballs and a variety of toys, and it was the place Yiyi and Zhuochen played the most.

Chu Xinyue finally had a moment to catch her breath, sitting on a beach chair nearby, watching the two little ones play.

"Auntie, I’m building a castle, so you can be the queen and live in it. How about that?"

Yiyi sat cross-legged in the artificial sand pile, speaking with a commanding air.

"Sure."

Zhuochen, not wanting to be outdone, tried to flatter his aunt: "Then I’ll build a garden."

"Sure."

...

Meanwhile, inside the Huo Family’s living room, An Haokang was having a lively conversation with Huo Zhenyang and Chu Yanhan when his phone rang.

He stepped aside to answer it, and after just a few words, his expression changed. He said nothing further, just acknowledged something, and hung up.

He then turned towards the others: "There’s a work matter I need to deal with, I’ll step outside to make a call."

After notifying them, An Haokang walked out of the Huo Family villa.

As soon as he walked out, he took a few steps down the private road and saw a familiar figure standing under the streetlamp ahead.

An Haokang, hands in his trouser pockets, teased, "Should I call you Mr. Ya or—Your Highness?"

Ya Chen wasn’t surprised that he already knew his identity; his father-in-law must have told him. With a dim voice, "Since you know who I am, yet dare to stay so close to her, you’re also quite brave."

An Haokang smiled, "It’s natural for doctors and patients to be close, isn’t it? Your Highness didn’t ask me out here just to threaten me, did you? Is there something you need?"

Ya Chen stepped closer to An Haokang, staring directly at him: "Does she really not remember me?"

An Haokang was her psychologist, and he feared only An Haokang knew the truth.

He had to know whether she truly didn’t remember or was pretending.

After a silent pause, An Haokang finally spoke: "The first day Xinyue sought treatment for her mental disorder, she asked me to help her forget certain memories."

Ya Chen clenched his fist, she really wanted to forget him that much—

After a pause, he looked harshly at An Haokang: "Did you do it?"

"One of the tenets of being a doctor is to meet the patient’s needs as best as possible. Moreover, this request was beneficial to her treatment, so I couldn’t think of a reason to refuse her. Therefore, I attempted a hypnotherapy technique with her aimed at memory loss to help her forget certain unpleasant memories," An Haokang shrugged.

"You—" Ya Chen gritted his teeth, feeling an uncontrollable urge to punch him.

Did An Haokang really try hypnotherapy on her to erase her memories?

So, she really doesn’t remember him?

Then, glaring coldly at An Haokang: "You mean she really doesn’t remember? Impossible."

Her memories of him, her memories of the child, could they all be so easily forgotten?

An Haokang continued: "I did attempt the memory erasure technique on her, but..."

Before he could finish, a Huo Family servant walked out of the villa, seemingly looking for An Haokang.

Upon seeing Dr. An conversing with a dashing gentleman under the streetlamp, the servant hesitated: "Dr. An, Mr. Chu asked me to check if you’re done. He wants to discuss some follow-up matters concerning the Second Miss."

Instinctively, Ya Chen turned to leave, knowing that if Chu Yanhan realized he had come, he’d protect his daughter even more fiercely, possibly depriving him of any chance to see her.

The rest of An Haokang’s words were left unsaid, as he watched Ya Chen hurry away, deep in thought.

Indeed, he had helped Xinyue try to erase part of her memories.

However, this technique had certain side effects on the body. For Xinyue, mid-way through the process, her body couldn’t handle it, causing nausea, headaches, drowsiness, and other adverse reactions, so he stopped.

In other words, he had only completed half of the treatment.

Logically, only doing half shouldn’t harm her memories, and she shouldn’t have forgotten anything.

But in reality, her current actions and behavior indicated she had already forgotten.

...

As Ya Chen pondered An Haokang’s words, he fell into deep thought while walking towards his car.

Passing by an iron mesh wall of the Huo Family, he heard laughter coming from within.

One of the voices sounded so familiar.

Unconsciously, he paused and looked inside.

On the other side of the wall, by the Huo Family’s swimming pool, were the shadows of one big and two small figures.

A pair of cherubic toddlers played under the sunset’s afterglow.

Even though he hadn’t seen them, if he guessed correctly, those two children were the fraternal twins of the Huo Family’s young master and Jiayi, also his little niece and nephew.

Chu Xinyue was there too.

She sat on a beach chair, her profile serene, watching Yiyi and Zhuochen with eyes as tender as water, almost melting.

His expression changed subtly, feeling as though something had pricked his heart.

If his and her child were still here, by this time, it would already have been born.

In a few more years, they too could have enjoyed family time together in the sunset like Yiyi and Zhuochen.

He was the one who had personally destroyed the picture of her dreams.

Even if she hated him enough to drive herself insane, enough to want to selectively forget everything about him and related to him, it was entirely understandable.

Then, her clear voice came through:

"Your mommy and grandma said you shouldn’t play too wildly. Come over and rest!"

The two little ones obediently put down the small beach volleyball and sat beside Chu Xinyue, though they weren’t ready to rest. They kept pestering their aunt with questions.

"Auntie, why does the sun set in the west?"

"Auntie, why do you and Mommy look different if you’re sisters?"

They were full of curiosity. Chu Xinyue answered each question patiently with a smile.

The little ones, thrilled, asked more and more questions.

Yiyi pointed at the flowers in the garden: "Auntie, what kind of flower is that?"

With nothing better to do, Chu Xinyue began to explain casually: "That’s called a cyclamen."

"What about that one?"

"That’s a moth orchid."

"Auntie, you’re amazing, you know everything!"

"Because Nanga’s grandpa grows a lot of flowers and plants at home. Auntie grew up watching those flowers and plants grow, and I can even grow them myself."

"What about that one?" Yiyi raised another chubby finger, pointing carelessly.

Chu Xinyue followed her gaze, paused, and said nothing.

Ya Chen followed her line of sight and was taken aback.

It was a love tree.

When she saw the love tree, she hesitated.

The love tree symbolized the baby that had passed to her.

Could it be... she was perfectly fine and remembered everything about the child?

Otherwise, why did she hesitate when Yiyi pointed at the love tree?

If she remembered the child’s matters, it would mean she hadn’t forgotten him either?

Though his face showed no emotion, his back was damp with sweat. He was tempted to rush in and confront her again immediately.

However, if she was truly pretending not to remember, no amount of pressing would make her admit it.