novelraw Chapter 134 Amnesia
Chapter 134 Amnesia
"How did she get there?"
Gu Yanshen's voice was as cold as if it had been chilled to the bone, echoing in the empty living room.
Song Zhihe's face turned pale.
"I...I don't know."
Her voice was trembling, and her eyes began to dart away.
Gu Yanshen stared at her.
Those eyes were unfathomable, containing something she couldn't understand—not anger, not questioning, but a chilling scrutiny.
"When is his next banquet?"
Song Zhihe's pupils suddenly contracted.
"You...you know about his banquet?"
Gu Yanshen's brows furrowed deeply.
"I've heard about it."
Those four words were spoken very softly, yet they made Song Zhihe's heart sink to the bottom.
She knew who Li Fengche was. That name was a taboo in Haicheng's high society—no one dared to mention it, no one dared to provoke him, and no one dared to approach him. His island was never open to the public; those who could go up there all carried unspeakable secrets.
She assumed Gu Yanshen was unaware.
But he said he had "heard of it."
His tone made it sound like he was talking about something he already knew.
As for why Song Zhihe was there, she was unwilling to say, and he was unwilling to delve into it.
He's not in the mood to care about these things right now.
He must find Aunt Yun.
It wasn't just his grandmother's death, but also Ranran's miscarriage—all the evidence pointed to Su Lanzhi, yet the more he investigated, the more suspicious it seemed. Su Lanzhi lacked both the brains and the courage. There must be someone else behind this.
Aunt Yun is the only one who might know the truth.
"You just said that besides what happened to Grandma and Su Lanzhi, what else does she know?"
Gu Yanshen looked at her.
"What else do you know?"
Song Zhihe turned her face away.
She was glad he didn't press her about why she came to the island, but his indifference hurt her more than any questioning.
Does she not even deserve to be held accountable in his eyes?
"explain."
Gu Yanshen's voice turned deep.
Song Zhihe bit her lip.
She slowly raised her head and looked at him.
Those eyes held tears, struggle, and a final bit of stubbornness.
"Stay with me tonight," she whispered, "and I'll tell you."
She raised her hand and gently untied the straps on her shoulder.
The silk slipped off.
Her fair shoulders were exposed, revealing the curve of her collarbone and an even deeper glimpse of spring.
Gu Yanshen's gaze did not move.
He didn't even look at her.
He turned around, picked up a blanket from the sofa, and walked back.
Unfold.
Wrap her up completely.
"Gardenia".
His voice was soft, yet it was like a wall.
"I won't touch you. Don't demean yourself like that."
Song Zhihe's tears finally flowed down her cheeks.
"belittle?"
She laughed, but the laugh was more painful than a cry.
"Yan Shen, I'll do anything you want!"
She took a step forward, and the blanket slipped off her shoulders.
"Yes, when you came to me three years ago, you made it very clear—we were just acting, there wouldn't be any real progress. But what about you? Don't you have desires? Don't you have physical needs?"
She looked up at him.
Tears blurred her exquisite makeup.
"Yan Shen, I don't care. I can be her substitute, your comfort. As long as I can be close to you, as long as I can be by your side—I don't care about anything else."
Gu Yanshen looked at her.
Looking at that meticulously made-up face, at those eyes brimming with tears, at this once proud woman now reduced to utter humiliation.
His heart remained unmoved.
There was only a trace of pity.
I also feel a little guilty.
"Gardenia".
He spoke very softly.
"You've worked so hard these past few years. I've tried my best to make it up to you. But this matter—"
He paused.
"I think I made myself clear from the beginning."
You've crossed the line.
He turned and walked towards the door.
Song Zhihe stood there, stunned.
The blanket slipped from my hands.
As she watched his retreating figure, she suddenly understood something—
She could never enter his heart.
Because that heart already belongs to someone else.
"good!"
Her voice sounded from behind.
Gu Yanshen stopped in his tracks.
There was no turning back.
"I...I will not do that anymore."
Song Zhihe's voice was trembling.
She bent down, picked up the blanket, and wrapped herself tightly in it.
Like wrapping up the last vestige of dignity.
Gu Yanshen remained silent for a second.
"How is Aunt Yun?"
His voice was flat.
Song Zhihe took a deep breath.
"She...she seems to have amnesia."
Gu Yanshen suddenly turned around.
Amnesia?
Song Zhihe looked at the fleeting emotion in his eyes and couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.
It turns out he only acts this way when it involves that person.
"Yes." She lowered her eyes. "I asked her what happened three years ago, and she said she didn't remember. She woke up on the island."
She paused.
But she gave me this.
She took something out of the drawer.
A single bead.
Emerald green. Round and smooth. Gleaming with a warm glow under the light.
Gu Yanshen's pupils suddenly contracted.
He recognized what it was.
The beads on Liu Lin's favorite jade bracelet!
That was the old lady's dowry, which was later given to Liu Lin. Liu Lin treasured it and never parted with it.
But how did this bead end up in Aunt Yun's hands?
A person with amnesia has been hiding something for three years.
What does this mean?
Gu Yanshen suppressed the surging anger in his heart.
No prediction.
Don't jump to conclusions.
This is the survival rule he learned over the years in that cannibalistic Gu family.
"You recognized me too."
Song Zhihe looked at him, a knowing glint in her eyes.
"This is the jade from Liu Lin's bracelet."
She paused.
"I've never understood why Su Lanzhi would target Grandma and your child. She had neither the motive nor the guts."
"If it were Liu Lin—"
She looked into his eyes.
"That makes sense."
Gu Yanshen did not speak.
"As long as you don't have children, Gu Qishan is your only heir." Song Zhihe said, emphasizing each word, "Everything you've fought for will ultimately belong to her child."
The living room was extremely quiet.
Gu Yanshen stood there.
Countless images flashed through his mind—Liu Lin's harshness towards him from childhood to adulthood, the way she looked at him, and the things she said.
"You're just a tool for making money."
"Everything the Gu family owns will eventually belong to Qishan."
"Don't think that just because the old lady dotes on you, you can turn the world upside down."
He always thought she was just mean-spirited and biased.
After all, she was her father's wife.
Because of his biological fatherhood, he always retained a sliver of kindness towards her.
But if it really is her—
Gu Yanshen's fingers slowly clenched.
The joints are white.
He will show her what the price is.
"We'll discuss everything after we meet Aunt Yun."
His voice was very faint.
It was so faint that you couldn't detect any emotion in it.
Song Zhihe looked at him.
Looking at his cold, stern face, and those unfathomable eyes.
She knew he was holding back.
Enduring an impending storm.
"How could you bring your phone to the island?"
Gu Yanshen suddenly asked.
Song Zhihe was stunned.
"I heard that the boats to the island collect cell phones." Gu Yanshen looked at her. "How did you manage to bring your phone in?"