The next morning, Lin Heng took Shang Xinglu to the hospital for a check-up.

During the previous check-up, it had been confirmed that Shang Xinglu’s physical recovery was progressing well.

Because of the brain injury, the doctors didn’t dare guarantee that Shang Xinglu’s memory would fully recover.

The fact that it had recovered to this extent was already considered extremely fortunate.

Shang Xinglu stayed in the hospital for two days.

When she came out, she looked at Lin Heng and suddenly felt that something was off.

When she hadn’t remembered anything, she could still shift all the blame onto the “Mrs. Lin” in the book.

But now, the “Mrs. Lin” in the book wasn’t taking the fall anymore. Now that her memory had returned, it became clear—such a dramatic person was none other than herself…

Shang Xinglu couldn’t help but cover her face with her hands and said, “I’ll go meditate in the mountains today, to wash away the sins of the past two years…”

Lin Heng had nothing to say.

That was neither here nor there, neither modern nor ancient…

Lin Heng’s face remained expressionless: “Speak normally.”

Shang Xinglu whimpered, feeling extremely wronged, and said, “I’ve been reading a lot of ancient romance novels in the hospital these past two days…”

Lin Heng: “…………”

The two returned home.

Shang Xinglu only rested at home for a couple of days before immediately diving back into work.

She spent two days at the check-up, two days resting, and when you add it all up, over half a week had passed.

After buying Dr. Zhang’s patent, the colleagues in the BiChen R&D group worked tirelessly day and night, striving to integrate the technology into BiChen’s products as quickly and efficiently as possible, so that it could be used in production sooner and bring the company benefits faster.

Everyone was working overtime while she was on vacation.

Shang Xinglu was no longer the aimless salted fish she used to be. She felt guilty inside, so these days, she was working hard at BiChen.

In her spare time, she tried to sort through her past memories.

Shang Xinglu wasn’t overly shaken.

Whether it was Lin Heng, Shang Xingyu, her sisters, or her parents, there wasn’t much change.

They were still them, and so she was still herself.

There was no sense of dissonance.

But during the rare rest time, Shang Xinglu invited Shen Wang out to eat.

It was the first time they had eaten alone since they broke up.

Shang Xinglu felt that, whether she had remembered or not, the person who mattered the most wasn’t her sisters or her parents, but Shen Wang.

As for Lin Heng… it seemed he preferred that she didn’t remember.

Indeed, the divorce incident was practically their dark history.

If the previous Shang Xinglu had disappeared, it would have been Shen Wang who suffered the most.

Although she and Shen Wang were no longer in a romantic relationship, the bond they had from their student days still lingered between them, even after the relationship ended. It wasn’t about ambiguity or love, it was simply that this time in their lives had a different meaning for both of them.

It was a kind of pure goodwill.

“I wish you well.”

Even though they were no longer together, even though they were strangers now, she still hoped that he was doing well.

The things Shang Xinglu remembered, aside from Lin Heng, no one else knew yet.

Now, she was actively telling Shen Wang and putting some past matters to rest.

When Shen Wang received Shang Xinglu’s invitation, he was a bit surprised.

He wasn’t a fool, and naturally knew that Shang Xinglu was trying to match him with Yin Yao.

At first, Shen Wang resisted, but now… he didn’t resist as much.

Shen Wang knew Shang Xinglu very well.

She wouldn’t get entangled with her ex-boyfriend, and she wouldn’t try to match him with Yin Yao while also trying to rekindle their past.

On his way to meet her, Shen Wang wondered what exactly Shang Xinglu wanted to talk to him about.

…Could it be about throwing a birthday party for Yin Yao?

That would be too troublesome!

They chose a tea house with private rooms.

When they met, nothing seemed out of place, but once they sat down and ordered tea, Shang Xinglu looked up at Shen Wang.

Without a word, her eyes were clear and bright, no longer as innocent as before, but instead radiating a kind of enlightenment and wisdom.

Shen Wang immediately thought: “…………”

Enlightenment and wisdom… from Louise??? I must have lost my mind!

He quickly took a sip of the white tea.

Clearing his throat, Shen Wang asked, “What did you want to talk to me about? Spit it out.”

Clearly in a hurry.

Shang Xinglu wasn’t in a rush. She took a sip of her tea.

To Shen Wang’s surprise, the first thing she said wasn’t a childish remark.

Shang Xinglu went straight to the point: “Wangcai, I remember.”

“Don’t call me Wangcai…!” Shen Wang’s voice suddenly dropped. His eyes widened in disbelief, “You remember?!!!”

Shang Xinglu nodded, “I remember.”

Shen Wang: “You really remember???”

Shang Xinglu: “Mm, really.”

Ecstasy surged through his heart, then quickly receded like the tide, leaving only faint traces in the sand. Shen Wang’s heart suddenly felt empty, not happy or sad, just faintly regretful.

What use was it if she remembered?

Two years ago, when Shang Xinglu still remembered everything, she chose to marry Lin Heng.

Although Shen Wang had heard that Louise started demanding a divorce not long after, that didn’t stop his frustration.

The Louise he had cherished and protected for many years chose to break up over one thing, irreparably, and then married someone else. Shen Wang could never come to terms with it.

How could he?

Shen Wang knew that after their breakup, despite their social circles being intertwined, Shang Xinglu had stubbornly cut all ties.

Her decisiveness left him hurt, and so he sulked for a while.

He would calm down before dealing with it.

At this moment of calm, he was completely out of the picture.

Shen Wang had tried to find Shang Xinglu over the years—not entirely to get back together, but because something had been weighing on his mind.

And yet, time dragged on. Two years passed.

Shen Wang had wanted to apologize.

But when they finally reconnected, he realized that Shang Xinglu had completely forgotten the past. It was as if the person he once dated had disappeared like a fleeting shadow.

So, he hesitated again.

But today, Shang Xinglu finally remembered.

Shen Wang was the first to speak. “…I’m sorry.”

Shang Xinglu snapped her head up. “?”

Then her expression turned into pure horror. “???”

She leaned back, crossing her arms defensively. “You, you, you—why are you suddenly apologizing?! This is terrifying! Now I’m questioning whether I actually remembered everything!!!”

Seeing her reaction, the guilt that had lingered in Shen Wang’s heart for three years instantly evaporated—like morning dew under the summer sun.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to explain, “For what my mother said and did.”

Back when they broke up, they had been too busy arguing to even care about such things.

Shang Xinglu, however, just waved it off nonchalantly.

“Oh, that? I stopped caring ages ago.”

Shen Wang’s face darkened like the bottom of a scorched pot.

He had agonized over this for so long, sincerely coming to apologize, and this was her reaction?

If it were anyone else but Shang Xinglu, he might have flipped the table and left.

Draining his tea in one gulp, Shen Wang held back his irritation and asked, “Why did you want to see me?”

Shang Xinglu smiled. “To say goodbye. And to say thanks.”

Shen Wang didn’t understand what she meant by goodbye, so he simply raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.

Shang Xinglu explained, “Back when we broke up, we were too busy being mad to say anything properly. Then a lot happened. I got divorced recently, and you were busy meddling in Xiao Zai and Yao Yao’s affairs… Anyway, long story short—let me just say this up front: we’re never getting back together! I’m planning to remarry Lin Heng.”

Shen Wang scoffed. “And why exactly are you telling me this?”

Shang Xinglu giggled, unfazed by his cold response. But that wasn’t the main point of her message anyway.

“I was… kind of immature back then.”

“Oh, so you do know?”

“…Will you let me finish?!” Shang Xinglu glared at him, nearly starting another argument. “Anyway, no one is obligated to be good to anyone else. You looked out for me a lot in the past, and I never got the chance to say it before we split. So I’m saying it now—I hope it’s not too late.”

“Hmph.” Shen Wang snorted. He had plenty of sharp words lined up, but for some reason, none of them came out.

Instead, all he could muster was a reluctant, “What’s with the formality?” before impatiently shooing her away.

As they walked out of the café to retrieve their cars, Shang Xinglu grinned. “I’ll be inviting you and Yao Yao to the wedding. How much are you planning to give me in a red envelope?”

Shen Wang: “…………”

“Well? You just said we shouldn’t be so formal with each other.” Shang Xinglu, being the shameless person she was, leaned into her usual antics.

Shen Wang sighed and asked, “You and Lin Heng are getting remarried—does Lin Heng know about this?”

Shang Xinglu instantly fell silent.

Shen Wang sneered. “Shouldn’t you at least inform the groom before asking me about red envelopes?”

An ex-boyfriend giving a wedding gift to his ex? What kind of nonsense was this?

Shen Wang found the whole thing both infuriating and hilarious.

“Th-this… It’s not urgent, I can figure it out. It’s just a proposal—I’m not scared…” Shang Xinglu muttered, obviously not convinced by her own words.

Shen Wang had no patience for this.

He waved her off and left.

This time, it was truly… over.

For the first time, Shen Wang felt both a sense of loss and complete relief.

And more importantly, he was finally at peace with it.

In the following days, while Shang Xinglu was contemplating her remarriage to Lin Heng, both Shen Wang and her best friends had already found out.

The only one still in the dark?

The supposed groom, Lin Heng.

Shang Xinglu had her own reasoning.

She had been the one insisting on the divorce.

And now, she was the one wanting to remarry.

Wow… This person named Shang Xinglu—how could she be this shameless?

Even she was shocked by her own audacity.

So, to make things fair, she decided she would be the one to propose to Lin Heng.

If they were getting married twice, it only made sense for each of them to propose once—right?

But when the moment came, she chickened out.

First of all—how exactly does a woman propose to a man?

She searched online, only to be bombarded with articles telling women never to be the one to propose—because if a man truly loved you, he would do it himself.

At first, Shang Xinglu scoffed. “What a load of crap! Absolute garbage! Men and women are equal!”

But as she kept reading, she started second-guessing herself.

Had she been brainwashed?

Grabbing her head in frustration, she wailed, “Oh no… now that I think about it, Lin Heng hasn’t even once mentioned getting back together in the past year! Am I… totally doomed?!”

Her best friends: “…………”

Poor Lin Heng. He had no idea what was coming.