Chapter 187: Amnesia? It Can’t Be That Dramatic, Right?

When Lin Qingyou woke up, three days had already passed.

The first person she saw upon opening her eyes was Chen Jiang.

“Miss, you’re awake…”

Chen Jiang immediately shouted excitedly, “Boss! The young miss is awake! She’s awake!”

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiwei rushed in at once.

At this moment, as Lin Zhiwei gazed at Lin Qingyou’s pale and frail face, his eyes were filled with love and concern.

It was as if Lin Qingyou was his entire world—his most cherished daughter.

With a gentle yet caring voice, he said, “Youyou, you’re finally awake. Do you know? You were unconscious for three days, and it scared me to death.”

As he spoke, Lin Zhiwei tightly embraced Lin Qingyou.

His eyes were red and brimming with tears, shimmering at the corners—a deep and genuine joy of regaining what was once lost.

Because at the moment he saw Lin Qingyou collapse in a pool of blood, painful memories surged through Lin Zhiwei’s heart like a tidal wave…

The tragic scene of Xiao Ya’s death played over and over in his mind like a horrifying nightmare…

Back then, Xiao Ya had also lain lifeless in a pool of blood, her eyes closing forever…

She never woke up again…

At this moment, Lin Zhiwei was overwhelmed with endless regret and self-reproach. Choking back his tears, he said, “Youyou, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have laid a hand on you… I’m such a bastard!”

However, just as Lin Zhiwei was drowning in remorse, Lin Qingyou suddenly pushed him away with all her strength.

The next second, she spoke in a tone that was both unfamiliar and confused:

“Who are you?”

Her words struck like a bolt of lightning, shocking everyone in the room.

Lin Zhiwei’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his daughter.

Chen Jiang was equally stunned, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

Could it be that the young miss… had lost her memory?

No way… It couldn’t be this dramatic, right?

“Youyou… You… You…” Lin Zhiwei’s voice trembled. “Youyou, do you really not recognize me? I’m your father!”

“My father?”

Lin Qingyou tried hard to recall something.

But suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head. She immediately clutched her forehead in agony.

“Doctor… Doctor… Call the doctor!” Lin Zhiwei hurriedly summoned a physician to examine her.

After checking, the doctor said, “It’s likely amnesia caused by a head injury.”

“Likely?” Lin Zhiwei erupted in anger. “What do you mean, ‘likely’?”

The doctor, sensing Lin Zhiwei’s fury, quickly explained, “Mr. Lin, we’re currently at sea. We can only conduct a rough examination for now. To determine the exact condition, we need to wait until we reach shore and take her to a major hospital for a proper diagnosis.”

“Fine, I understand. You may leave now,” Lin Zhiwei waved them away impatiently.

However, Lin Qingyou looked at him with fear and immediately shrank under the blankets.

“I don’t know you. Get out…”

“Youyou…”

“Get out!”

Before Lin Zhiwei could say another word, Lin Qingyou grabbed a cup from the bedside table and hurled it at him.

“Get out…”

“Get out…”

“GET OUT!”

She screamed hysterically.

“GET OUT!”

Helpless, Lin Zhiwei had no choice but to leave.

—

Night fell, and the world was silent.

Another day passed, bringing night once more.

Lin Zhiwei turned to Chen Jiang. “Did she eat the meal I had you deliver to her?”

Chen Jiang shook his head. “No. The young miss doesn’t recognize anyone now. She feels extremely insecure. The moment she sees me, she drives me out.”

“I’ll go see her.”

“Boss, it’s the same no matter who goes. Even the doctor was turned away. The doctor said her emotions are unstable right now. It’s best to leave her be. Once she calms down, things will improve.”

Lin Zhiwei sighed and then went to the kitchen.

Two hours later, he entered Lin Qingyou’s room, carrying a steaming bowl of fragrant chicken soup.

The room was pitch dark. Even the small bedside lamp had been turned off.

Lin Qingyou curled up in the corner of the bed like a frightened kitten, hugging her knees tightly.

Lin Zhiwei walked in quietly, not turning on the main light. Instead, he switched on the bedside lamp.

The warm, dim glow filled the room, illuminating Lin Qingyou’s pale and exhausted face.

Lin Zhiwei gently placed the chicken soup on the bedside table and spoke softly.

“Youyou, you’ve been unconscious for days. You must be starving.”

“Look, I made this nutritious chicken soup just for you. Have a little while it’s hot.”

However, Lin Qingyou remained unresponsive.

She simply stared at him with bloodshot, crimson eyes.

Lin Zhiwei felt uneasy under her piercing gaze and waved a hand in front of her face.

“Youyou…”

“Youyou…”

Suddenly, Lin Qingyou roared in fury:

“I already told you—I don’t know you!”

“I’m your father.”

“You’re not… You’re not…”

“Youyou…”

“GET OUT! GET OUT! I don’t want to see you! Just get out!”

“Youyou…”

Her emotions grew even more unstable, her voice shrill and desperate.

“GET OUT!”

“I SAID GET OUT!”

“If you don’t leave, I’ll kill you!”

Lin Zhiwei looked at the daughter before him, now filled with hostility toward him, and his heart ached with sorrow.

He sighed and said, “Youyou, no matter what, I am still your father. Even if you don’t remember me now, how could I abandon you?”

With that, Lin Zhiwei turned around.

But instead of leaving, he picked up a broom in the corner and carefully began sweeping up the shattered glass from the floor—glass that Lin Qingyou had angrily thrown earlier.

He bent down, meticulously gathering every tiny shard, as if afraid that even the smallest piece could harm his precious daughter.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingyou continued to curse and yell, even flipping over the bowl of chicken soup in her rage.

Yet Lin Zhiwei never got angry.

He simply crouched down again and patiently cleaned up the mess.

Once everything was spotless, he slowly stood up, letting out a weary sigh.

Then he sat beside Lin Qingyou again and pulled out his phone.

“I SAID GET OUT!”

But Lin Zhiwei didn’t leave. Instead, he handed the phone to Lin Qingyou.

She was stunned.

On the screen was a warm photo of her and Lin Zhiwei, both smiling brightly.

A picture full of happiness.

Lin Qingyou stared at Lin Zhiwei, then back at the photo.

Lin Zhiwei gently scrolled through his album, showing her countless photos of their shared moments.

As he swiped through the pictures, he spoke with deep emotion.

“Youyou, look—these are all your photos, from when you were little until now.”

“Almost every picture of me was taken by you. You always loved taking photos.”

“Your mother didn’t like being photographed, so we didn’t have many pictures of her.”

“So you learned photography to take pictures of us. You said that one day, when we’re old, or if I’m gone, you’d still have these to remember me by…”

Lin Qingyou kept flipping through the photos.

Then, she turned to Lin Zhiwei with a blank expression.

After a long silence, she finally muttered,

“You’re really my dad?”

“Of course,” Lin Zhiwei said without hesitation.

“Then… why don’t I remember you?” She clutched her head in pain. “Why… can’t I remember anything?”