Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth

Chapter 504: He in the Dream Said, It’s Best to Forget Completely. (Extra Chapter, seeking recommendation votes)

Only the weak seek helpers, not to mention girls are tender-hearted, even if it’s a sharp-tongued lawyer, it’s the same.

Fu Shihan thought of strategies to deal with Su Yao, considering the Su family had so many important people to win over, getting one on his side was a victory.

He had a rare leisure day at home. In the evening, after holding a meeting in his study, Fu Shihan returned to his bedroom, read for a while, and then lay down to rest.

In the quiet room, his consciousness gradually blurred. About fifteen minutes later, he completely fell into a deep sleep.

...

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The rhythmic sound of monitoring equipment echoed in the dim room.

The room was filled with the distinctive smell of hospital disinfectant.

The walls were white, the ceiling was white. The sheets and duvet covers were white, even the person lying on the bed had a pale complexion.

There was someone quietly lying on the hospital bed, seemingly asleep.

If it weren’t for the oxygen mask on her face and the IV in her arm, she might as well have been just sleeping.

Beside the bed, someone stared intently, with a serious expression.

In his dark eyes were unmistakable guilt and worry. He looked at the person on the bed for a long time, then slowly spoke in a low whisper: "Forget it, forget everything, it’s for the best."

...

Fu Shihan suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes, and after a moment of stupefication, he gasped for air and sat up, grabbing his phone to check the time — it was 1:30 AM.

The scenes from his dream vividly reappeared in his mind, dousing him like a bucket of ice water, chilling him to the bone.

The person lying unconscious on the hospital bed was Su Wanxin.

The person sitting by the bed whispering for her to forget was himself.

Fu Shihan clenched his fist and thumped his chest a couple of times to ease the pain of his breathing.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if what he dreamt was something he had experienced, or just a dream.

However, just thinking about Su Wanxin in the dream made him unbearably distressed.

With all traces of sleepiness gone, Fu Shihan got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

In the mirror, his eyes were a bit red. He silently observed his reflection for a moment, then turned and went back into the room, thinking again about the disturbing dream.

In the dream, he said, forget it all, it’s best to forget everything thoroughly.

Who did he want to forget?

Was it Su Wanxin on the bed, or himself?

Could Su Wanxin’s memory loss have been caused by him?

There were many suspicions, but no breakthroughs.

Over the past year, Fu Shihan always felt that the part of his memory that was lost was removed with his own consent.

He is a very proud man; he believes that without his consent, no one could take anything from him.

But he loved Su Wanxin so much, how could he agree to forget her?

Fu Shihan thought of the questions Su Wanxin asked him that day; his gaze deepened, he lay down again, pulled over the blanket, and quietly waited for dawn.

After enduring the long night, Fu Shihan sat in the living room, guessing that Su Wanxin should be awake and had breakfast by now, then he got up and went next door.

This time, the door was opened by Qi Ran.

She seemed to have anticipated that Fu Shihan was the one ringing the doorbell, so she didn’t look pleased when she came.

Fu Shihan looked at her and softly said: "Aunt Qi, I have a few words to say to Wanwan, I’ll leave after talking, I won’t upset you today."

His straightforward words slightly startled Qi Ran.

Fu Shihan looked very serious, as if he really had something important to discuss with Su Wanxin.

Qi Ran hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped aside to let him into the house.