Chapter 1

BANG!

A Maserati with failed brakes crashed into a traffic island at a speed of 120 km/h.

The car almost disintegrated on impact, and the airbags deployed instantly.

Even so, the woman in the driver’s seat was left with blood streaming down her face. A sharp, deformed piece of the car door had pierced her ribs.

“Xia Xia… Xia Xia… Don’t sleep… Don’t scare me…”

Before falling into darkness, the last thing she heard was a man’s anguished, choking sob.

Who was he?

He sounded really heartbroken.

For some reason, that made her… happy.

Really happy…

“Mrs. Bo, wife of the CEO of the Bo Group, was in a serious car accident and is currently being treated in the hospital. Police and technical personnel from the 4S dealership found signs of tampering with the brakes, suggesting a possible act of revenge…”

Private Hospital

Xia Ye sat on her hospital bed, lazily gazing out the window at the sunshine.

It was a bright and beautiful day.

Too bad none of that light reached her heart.

Apparently, she had been in a car accident three days ago.

No major injuries, just a mild concussion.

Still, she had been unconscious for three full days.

When she woke up, she was surrounded by several doctors, asking her questions and treating her with great respect.

She figured—she must be someone important.

But she didn’t remember anything.

So, with a soft smile, she told the doctors everything she knew.

She saw their eyes widen in shock, as if terrified by her words.

Later, they ran a full series of tests and concluded—she had hit her head, and the concussion had caused temporary amnesia.

They told her not to worry.

But worry? Ha. She wasn’t worried at all.

They said she was “Mrs. Bo,” the wife of the CEO of Bo Group.

But her husband hadn’t come to see her once since the accident.

It was probably just a paper marriage.

If that’s the case, then it’d be best if he never showed up again.

If he did… she’d file for divorce immediately.

Xia Ye smiled slightly, her eyes full of cold detachment.

Just as she was about to lie down and nap again, the hospital room door opened.

She glanced over.

It was that so-called Assistant Wang.

Supposedly the aide her plastic husband assigned to handle everything during her hospital stay.

“Madam, the President got held up with something and may not make it until tomorrow,” Assistant Wang said guiltily, though his face remained sincere, like he was speaking the truth.

Xia Ye let out a faint “Oh” and quietly sat on the bed.

No big reaction.

“…” Assistant Wang suddenly didn’t know what to say.

He felt that the Madam had really changed.

Before, she used to care so much about the President.

Every time he was called away by her younger sister, she’d cry and be heartbroken.

And once he came back and hugged her, she’d be okay again.

But now?

She didn’t cry or make a fuss. She just smiled faintly.

And that smile… was a little unsettling.

“Madam, the President really cares about you. The moment he heard about the accident, he chartered a flight back from abroad. He only went to the company after making sure you had no internal injuries.”

Assistant Wang felt obligated to say something, considering how well he was paid.

Xia Ye responded with another “Oh.”

She hadn’t been there—so he could say whatever he wanted.

A man who hadn’t visited, called, or texted her in three days was being painted as a lovesick fool?

It was almost funny.

She turned over and went back to sleep.

Assistant Wang stared at her slipping under the covers, speechless.

She didn’t believe a word… But it was all true!

The President was deeply worried.

He just… hadn’t shown up.

Ever since learning about the “amnesia”…

Assistant Wang sighed and quietly left the room.

And when he turned around—he came face to face with the cold, elegant figure of his boss, standing motionless like a statue.

“…”

He’s here—but not going in?

Assistant Wang began to doubt the man who had rushed into the hospital on the day of the accident, panicked beyond belief.

Maybe that was his twin brother?

“How is she?” the man asked in a low voice.

How is she?

How to answer that?

After racking his brain, Assistant Wang finally said:

“Very quiet.”

Yes—quiet.

Not a single tear.

She used to cry a lot, and only the President could comfort her.

Bo Zhizhou paused, as if understanding the implication: “She hasn’t cried at all?”

“No,” Assistant Wang shook his head firmly.

The President had once told him—if she cries, call immediately.

Clearly, the man was ready to swoop in to comfort her.

But this time… no crying.

He couldn’t even find an opening to soothe her.

Still… surely he didn’t need to wait for her to cry?

But Assistant Wang didn’t dare say that aloud.

“So angry, huh…” Bo Zhizhou murmured, staring at the closed door.

Assistant Wang rolled his eyes mentally.

It was your third wedding anniversary, and you flew abroad to accompany her sister. How could she not be mad?

That’s why she stayed up all night, got distracted while driving, and crashed into your garage.

Ended up with a concussion.

All thanks to you, sir.

Bo Zhizhou stood in silence for a moment, then walked into another hospital room.

The entire floor belonged to the Bo family—it was private, VIP, not open to the public.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Big bro, did you patch things up with sis-in-law?”

The call was picked up quickly, a young man’s teasing tone coming through.

“No,” Bo Zhizhou replied quietly. “She didn’t cry.”

Bo Zhilin: “…”

She was in a car crash and made headlines—and she didn’t cry?

“Maybe she really was scared this time. Even if she’s faking the amnesia, you still need to comfort her properly.”

Bo Zhilin, now an accidental romance expert thanks to his cold-faced brother, tried his best to advise him.

He’d definitely win Husband of the Year in the future.

“She didn’t cry. How do I comfort her?” Bo Zhizhou frowned. Every time he comforted Xia Ye, it started with her tears. He’d hold her and whisper, “Don’t cry, Xia Xia,” and she’d cry more, then feel better.

But now—no crying.

How was he supposed to soothe her?

Even the gifts Zhilin suggested—she hadn’t unwrapped a single one.

It felt like… she didn’t care about them at all.

“…” Bo Zhilin nearly punched his pillow.

This is my real brother, all right.

He kept giving ideas—you don’t need her to cry to make up! Just explain the misunderstanding!

Twenty minutes later.

Bo Zhizhou put away his phone and stepped out.

He stood silently outside Xia Ye’s hospital room, then finally pushed the door open.

He knew why she was mad…

But—

He really only loved her.

He had never loved her sister.

“You are?” Xia Ye asked.

She hadn’t been sleeping—she had heard someone talking next door, low voice but still annoying enough to keep her awake.

Then someone entered.

Not Assistant Wang.

But a cold, stunning man, radiating stay-away energy.

Bo Zhizhou looked at her.

Her eyes—so unfamiliar.

Even the first time he’d gone to her home to propose, she had never looked at him like this.

His heart began to tremble.

“Xia Xia,” he whispered.

He sat beside her and gently held her hand.

“I never had anything with Xia Mingzhu. I only love you.”