Shang Xinglu really wanted to know what her former self had been thinking.

There were two options.

The first was to ask people who were familiar with her in the past, such as her close friends, Shang Xingyu, or even Shen Wang.

She wasn’t a closed-off person, and they knew a bit about her situation.

The second option was to figure it out herself.

… Because, in the end, only she knew what she had been thinking.

During the half-day she took off to rest, Shang Xinglu watched several movies with amnesia plotlines.

She had fairly ordinary taste in movies, mostly enjoying popcorn flicks and fluffy romance films.

As a result, the movies she chose were all romance-related.

After watching two films, Shang Xinglu was already a standard love-obsessed “silly Lulu.”

She was wiping her tears with a tissue, moved by the divine love on the screen, while calling for Marilyn, saying, “Quick, bring me a hammer.”

Marilyn: “?”

During the time when Shang Xinglu had her car accident, Lin Heng had given Marilyn time off.

Although Marilyn had suspected something, she had no idea about Shang Xinglu’s memory loss.

Seeing Marilyn frozen, Shang Xinglu urged, “Quick!”

Though Marilyn didn’t understand, she still had someone fetch a hammer.

It was a rather elegant little hammer, a judge’s small golden gavel from somewhere, likely a foreign product, more ornamental than practical.

She handed it to Shang Xinglu.

Shang Xinglu didn’t take it, only pointing at her head and saying, “See this? Hit me right here, one good knock, and I’ll be knocked unconscious. Oh, right, be careful, don’t kill me.”

Marilyn’s voice suddenly peaked, “Miss Shang???”

Shang Xinglu tilted her head, as calm as ever, “What’s wrong? I’m not asking you to kill me.”

Marilyn: “What are you trying to do?!”

Shang Xinglu pointed at the screen, “Did you see that? They hit the person, and their memory comes back. It’s just a pressure point, can’t hurt to try.”

At that moment, Lin Heng returned.

After chatting with Shang Xinglu and Lin Yan earlier, Lin Heng was feeling a bit unsettled, so he decided to come back early.

He happened to walk into this scene.

“Louise!” Lin Heng’s eyes darkened slightly as he sternly called out.

Just hearing his voice, Shang Xinglu knew—it was Director Lin!

Shang Xinglu immediately shrank back, “I just wanted to remember, that’s all…”

Lin Heng walked up to her.

Before he could speak, Shang Xinglu automatically stood up, straightened herself, and even touched her nose, feeling a bit guilty.

Lin Heng said seriously, “The doctor said your recovery is going well, and you’re slowly starting to remember things. Don’t be too anxious. Take it slow.”

Shang Xinglu said, “Oh.”

To be honest, when Lin Heng became serious, he radiated a strong aura, one that came from within.

Shang Xinglu didn’t actually feel cowardly, but in front of Lin Heng, she couldn’t help but feel weaker.

Sometimes she felt that Lin Heng, to her, wasn’t just a lover, but also a teacher, an older brother, a guiding force when she was impulsive…

No, no, no, stop, stop!

It wasn’t about status or material things—he was calm and powerful.

Shang Xinglu also wanted to become someone who could stand alongside him.

She tugged at his shirt hem and said, “Hubby, I’m sorry.”

Calling each other “hubby” and “wifey” wasn’t unusual for couples, but after their divorce, Shang Xinglu hadn’t called him that again.

Lin Heng’s heart suddenly sank.

He pulled her into his arms.

At this point, Shang Xinglu said, “But, I really want to know. So…”

She broke free from Lin Heng’s embrace and ran toward the door, shouting as she ran, “I’m going to interrogate my little brother!!!”

Lin Heng: “…”

In just a few seconds, Shang Xinglu had disappeared from sight.

Lin Heng: “…………”

Didn’t she just say that being too anxious messes things up?

And he had come back so early, and she just ran off like that???

Lin Heng was feeling frustrated.

Shang Xinglu drove out and called Shang Xingyu on the way.

Shang Xingyu was a social butterfly, always busy with his various connections.

Since he’d been financially cleared, his social activities had increased.

When she called, he was playing basketball with his friends.

Shang Xinglu asked where he was, and Shang Xingyu told her.

Shang Xinglu immediately dropped a line, “I’ll be right there.”

“???” Shang Xingyu shouted into the phone, “No, no, what are you coming for? What are you going to do to me?! I’ve been behaving myself recently!”

But the only response was the busy tone.

He immediately sent a long string of dots.

Xiao Zai wiped his sweat and looked over, asking, “Is your sister coming?”

“Ah… yeah,” Shang Xingyu started to reflect on what he might have done wrong, even remembering how he’d taken sick leave last week and skipped work in the afternoon. He belatedly said, “You seem to call her ‘sister’ more naturally than I do.”

Xiao Zai smiled lightly, “I don’t mind calling her Louise, or Lulu, but I think you two might be more particular about it.”

Shang Xingyu immediately shuddered, “Forget it, forget it, bro. My sister is your sister, no problem.”

Better than calling a brother-in-law, which would make him sound so much younger. Shang Xingyu thought optimistically.

Before Shang Xinglu arrived, Shang Xingyu had already showered and changed out of his basketball clothes.

As expected, Shang Xinglu arrived, grabbed Shang Xingyu, and left.

Shang Xingyu’s friends naturally recognized Shang Xinglu.

When visiting Shang Xingyu’s home in the past, she had encountered this before, but that was before Shang Xinglu got married, which had been quite some time ago.

Recently, advertisements for Bichen had been appearing everywhere.

The largest billboard in the downtown shopping district now featured a new Bichen product poster—starring none other than Shang Xinglu herself.

This had already become a signature of Bichen.

If a new product campaign didn’t include her, consumers would actually find it strange.

Shang Xingyu’s group of friends took a closer look.

Why hadn’t they noticed before how stunning Shang Xingyu’s sister was?

Young men, unrestrained as they were, called out to her one after another: “Xingyu’s sister, let’s grab a meal together sometime!”

Shang Xinglu casually responded, but Shang Xingyu shot back fiercely, “Stop flirting! Get lost!”

Shang Xinglu, eager to ask her questions, grabbed this bristling pup and dragged him away.

It was dinnertime when the two of them sat down in a restaurant.

Shang Xingyu said, “Don’t pay attention to them. They’re just bored. Sis, none of them are reliable, trust me!”

Shang Xinglu nodded. “I know. I mean, they’re your friends—how many of them could actually be reliable? Besides, do you think Lin Heng is just there for decoration?”

Shang Xingyu: “???”

Wait, why was she suddenly roasting him?! What did poor little Yu do wrong this time?!

Not knowing what he had done wrong, Shang Xingyu suddenly felt a mysterious sense of dread and began to shiver.

Shang Xinglu shot him a glance. “What are you shaking for? I just wanted to treat you to a meal.”

“I don’t believe you!!! Spare me!!!” Shang Xingyu howled.

Shang Xinglu sighed. “Seriously, I just have a few questions to ask you.”

Shang Xingyu was still wailing. “I’ve been behaving myself lately!!! What are you planning to do to me?!!!”

Shang Xinglu: “…If you don’t shut up, I’ll beat you to death.”

Shang Xingyu immediately went silent.

“Oh. Uh. What do you want to ask?”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

Was that whole scene really necessary?!

As the dishes arrived one after another, Shang Xinglu ignored the food and said, “I recently realized… I think I’ve lost my memory.”

Honestly, it sounded a little absurd.

How could someone not know whether they had amnesia?

But Shang Xingyu was aware of his sister’s “condition.” Even though she had clearly lost her memory, she had subconsciously filled in the blanks with an alternative version of events, convincing herself that nothing was missing.

…Only his sister could make amnesia this complicated, forcing him to go along with her act and pretend not to notice. Sigh. Having such a sister was truly exhausting.

Shang Xinglu had come to Shang Xingyu to confirm at what age she had “arrived” in the life of Mrs. Lin.

So she asked, “In your memory, was there ever a time when I suddenly changed drastically? Like, a complete personality shift?”

Shang Xingyu carefully thought back and then shook his head. “Nope. The doctor even said your behavior might change a lot, but he totally scammed us. You’re still the same idiot as always—”

Shang Xinglu: “You’re the idiot!”

She shot him a death glare.

Shang Xingyu: “I’m not an idiot. You’re the real idiot!”

The two bickered back and forth for quite some time over who was the bigger idiot.

But Shang Xingyu eventually said matter-of-factly, “If you had changed, I wouldn’t be who I am today.”

“What do you mean?” Shang Xinglu asked.

Shang Xingyu explained, “Mom and Dad were always busy with work. You were always a top student—I have no idea how your brain works, but even without studying much, you always ranked first in the entire grade. Since your grades were so good, they believed in a hands-off approach and didn’t bother keeping a close eye on me either.”

He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, before continuing, “Back in middle school, I was kind of a punk. I got hyped up by the people around me, thought I was hot stuff, and started bullying other students.”

“Then you found out. You came straight to school, kicked me flying with two feet, pinned me to the ground, and asked, ‘Is bullying fun? You think it’s fun? Then I’ll stomp on you every day from now on.’ Then you forced me to apologize to everyone. After that, I never bullied anyone again.”

Thinking back on this humiliating history, Shang Xingyu blushed deeply.

He rubbed his face before adding, “Sis, if it weren’t for you keeping me in check, I’d probably be even worse off now.”

After saying that, he glanced at Shang Xinglu hesitantly, almost timidly.

Hearing this, a scene surfaced in Shang Xinglu’s mind.

She was stunned for a moment before saying, “Now that you mention it, I think I remember…”

“Really?!” Shang Xingyu perked up.

But then, Shang Xinglu’s face instantly darkened. “You used to bully classmates? How could I have such a trashy little brother?”

Shang Xingyu: “…………I already changed!!! I was literally complimenting you just now!!!”

Shang Xinglu said, “Tell me more. It seems like the more you talk, the easier it is for me to remember.”

Like a mistreated little wife, Shang Xingyu pitifully recounted more childhood stories.

Shang Xinglu was six years older than him. From the moment Shang Xingyu could remember, she had always been the same. There hadn’t been any abrupt changes in her personality.

And, as Shang Xingyu put it, “If you had suddenly changed, Mom and Dad would’ve sent you to the hospital ages ago.”

From this, Shang Xinglu deduced that she must have arrived in this body before the age of ten—possibly even from birth.

The siblings continued eating and reminiscing, some memories resurfacing for Shang Xinglu while others remained blank.

As they were finishing up, Shang Xinglu received a call from Yin Yao.

Yin Yao spoke urgently, “Louise, pack your bags. We have to take a business trip—immediately. It’s urgent. I’ll explain on the way.”

Shang Xinglu agreed, quickly called Marilyn to pack for her, and then drove straight to the airport.

Leaving behind Shang Xingyu: “???”

She invited me to dinner and ran away before paying the bill???

…Shameless!