Memento

The next day, Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er woke up to find their father, and the two little ones were startled.

What happened to their dad? Why were there bite marks all over both of his arms?

The resemblance was uncanny, just like when Index had bitten Kamijou Touma.

What surprised the two little ones the most was that, even though they had come to find their dad, why were their mom and aunt in his room?

"Are you two dogs or something?" Mo Xuan finally managed to coax the kids out, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction as he said. "I even suspect you two are trying to eat me alive!"

If they could, they really would...

Some things were strange. To gradually ensnare Mo Xuan, they could suppress their emotions and pretend for three years.

But now that their relationship with Mo Xuan had made a sudden leap forward, their possessiveness had only grown stronger. Biting and leaving marks seemed to prove that this person belonged to them.

"Let me leave a mark on you." Luo Shiya suddenly hugged Mo Xuan from behind, her grip so strong that even Mo Xuan, a nearly 190 cm tall and physically strong man, felt a bit suffocated. "Xuan, you won't leave us, right?"

"How could I? I..."

Mo Xuan was about to continue when he saw Luo Muqi smiling at him. It was a smile he was familiar with, but it made Mo Xuan feel an inexplicable chill.

"Xuan, you won't leave us, will you?"

Luo Shiya's arms tightened even more, her voice not as gentle as usual, but rather with a threatening tone.

"Of course not, what's wrong with you?" Mo Xuan was curious and pushed Luo Shiya's arms away to turn around, only to see her usual gentle and big-sisterly smile. "Shiya, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, silly, your words made me very happy..."

Luo Shiya raised her hand and ruffled Mo Xuan's messy hair. For a moment, Mo Xuan was dazed, could it be that what he felt earlier was just an illusion?

"Brother, let's go out together!" Luo Muqi grabbed Mo Xuan's hand affectionately. "I'm starving!"

Mo Xuan didn't think further and let Luo Muqi pull him out. Luo Shiya said indifferently, "You two go ahead, I'll take care of some company matters and order breakfast for you."

Only after Mo Xuan and Luo Muqi left the room did Luo Shiya's smile turn somewhat sickly. She turned and took out a blue folder from her bag. On the cover, six neatly handwritten words stood out:

「Third Phase Report」...

"Mo Jinpeng really caused such a big uproar?"

While assisting Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er in picking up small steamed buns, Mo Xuan glanced at the news on his phone. He hadn't paid attention last night, but two events had dominated the trending searches.

One was Mo Jinpeng's affair with a married actress, and the other was the scene he witnessed yesterday, Cheng Yuno catching Xue Ming cheating. However, he didn't get involved in the limelight. Although he had intervened a bit by stopping Xue Ming, the public seemed more interested in the dramatic scandal involving two wealthy families.

"Brother, don't worry about them." Luo Muqi reached out and locked Mo Xuan's phone. "You should just focus on studying with us."

I'd like to focus on studying, but you have to let me...

Mo Xuan felt that in the past two days, the sisters had been clinging a bit too much. His coursework and thesis were still half-finished, and although there was no issue with the research group, he hadn't reported in for a long time.

Moreover, these past two days had been overly indulgent. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi seemed to transform during those moments.

It wasn't just about releasing desire; it felt more like they were releasing some kind of obsession.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Wei'er's soft voice quickly brought Mo Xuan's wandering mind back to reality. He didn't answer, just smiled at his daughter and gently blew on the porridge in front of her.

Mo Xuan's absent-mindedness was fully observed by Luo Muqi. She thought for a moment and suddenly said to Luo Wei'er: "Wei'er, drink slowly, don't get burned."

Wei'er...

When Mo Xuan heard this name, his expression became somewhat dazed. He felt this name was very familiar and inexplicably brought a sense of suffocation.

"Brother, are you okay?" Luo Muqi noticed Mo Xuan's pale face and quickly stood up to approach him. "What's wrong, did... did you remember something?"

Mo Xuan looked at her blankly and shook his head, not noticing the problematic nature of Luo Muqi's words.

In his mind, fragments of memories seemed to appear, all related to someone named Wei'er, but he couldn't recall what the scenes were.

Unbeknownst to him, Luo Shiya had walked out and was standing behind Mo Xuan, watching quietly with a complex expression, holding the folder in her hand.

Then, Luo Shiya opened the folder and wrote some words with the pen inside:

"The memory nerves haven't fully recovered, but the effect has significantly improved. Psychological suggestion needs to continue. The memory doesn't need to be restored, but it must be ensured that he won't leave."

After writing, Luo Shiya closed the folder and put it back in her bag before walking over to Mo Xuan and patting his head: "Stay one more day today? The environment here is good, and you're usually either at home with the kids or busy with your studies, sometimes even running errands for us."

"Ah? Ah, okay..."

Hearing Luo Shiya's words, those extremely vague memories in Mo Xuan's mind seemed to disappear instantly.

"Dad, Dad, don't be sad..."

Seeing Mo Xuan's unusual state, Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er thought their dad was sick and climbed onto the chair to touch his face. Mo Xuan quickly hugged the two little ones and smiled: "It's okay, Dad just didn't sleep well, I'll go back to sleep later."

These past two days, there haven't been any dreams. Is it... because I've been too exhausted?

Mo Xuan only thought it was because he had been too busy these past two days and didn't suspect anything else...

Unlike Mo Xuan, Mo Jinpeng's days were not going well. The Su Family hadn't sent any news, and Su Yanran only sent him a message postponing the engagement banquet, then blocked all his contact methods.

Mo Changshan was so angry that he confined Mo Jinpeng at home and forbade him from going out.

The bedroom was filled with smoke. Mo Jinpeng held a cigarette between his fingers, smoking and pondering over who was plotting against him.

At that moment, an unknown number called. Mo Jinpeng's eyebrows furrowed together, and he impatiently pressed the "answer" button, speaking in an unfriendly tone: "Who is this!"

"Mo Young Master, have you forgotten me so quickly?" Uncle Zheng's mocking voice came through. "Last time in the parking lot, I don't suppose the Mo Young Master remembers?"

Mo Jinpeng hurriedly extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and said in a lowered voice, "I've already told my father, what more do you want?"

"I remember I said, let Chairman Mo personally go to the sanatorium and talk to Grandma Mo about the shares, right?"

Uncle Zheng's tone suddenly turned cold: "Mo Young Master, if you don't want to be on the hot search again, then do as we say!"

"Don't push it too far!" Mo Jinpeng growled. "Don't think I can't guess; you're the subordinate of that rich woman who's keeping Mo Xuan, right? Otherwise, why would you care so much about this nonsense?"

"Oh, you're not that stupid, are you?" Uncle Zheng pretended to be surprised. "Don't worry, as long as you can persuade your father, we have the ability to make you lose face and also the ability to suppress this matter."

"Mo Young Master, you wouldn't want people to know about the illegal dealings you and your biological mother did, would you?"

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