Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 156 Amnesia + Face Blindness = I'm Your Husband

At the moment the decision to return was made

Minghua knew that she had no way to return.

The energy cannons in the hands of the residents were far from sufficient to resist the alien beasts.

She also wouldn't consider whether Fu Shizheng and the others would make a move.

That's unfair to them.

Liking something should not involve scheming.

She would never take it for granted that she would drag them into her scheme.

She relied on herself from beginning to end.

Fortunately, when she first fled the main planet, fearing that finding a mercenary group was unreliable, she had packed enough explosives to destroy a planet in her spatial storage.

Wenren Yu did not betray her trust.

Now, let these monsters experience the power of explosives.

The instant the enormous white light shone, Minghua heard only the man's angry roar.

Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

A deep sigh from a man echoed in the darkness.

*
One month later

Emerald Planet

Leisure Star, belonging to the main star banquet family.

The interior of the villa, the bedroom.

Yan Wenjin looked at Ming Hua, who was sitting on the bed with a blank expression, with a dark look in her eyes.

The explosion occurred when everyone thought Minghua was dead, and they were heartbroken and desperate.

He was lucky enough to find her before everyone else.

Then, as if by instinct, she took Minghua away and hid her.

Jun Yiqing's sharing proposal was just around the corner, and he hesitated.

But when he actually held Minghua in his arms, his desire to possess her grew wildly.

By the time he realized what was happening, he had already brought Minghua to Emerald Star.

Then, quite naturally, countless top-notch doctors were summoned to treat Minghua. Fortunately, Fu Shizheng and the others mistakenly believed that Minghua had perished in the explosion.

During this period, he was in a daze and visibly decadent.

Otherwise, Yan Wenjin's actions might not have been able to be kept secret.

A month has passed
Today, Yan Wenjin finally received confirmation from the doctor that Minghua would wake up.

Wearing a well-fitting suit, the mature and handsome man sat on Minghua's bedside early in the morning, a smile playing on his lips.

To everyone's surprise, the first thing Minghua asked the moment she opened her eyes was:

"who are you?"

Yan Wenjin was stunned.

The doctor who was urgently summoned was also bewildered.

Finally, after more than an hour of thorough examination and psychological counseling, the doctor reached a conclusion.

"Speaker of the Council."

The doctor's face was extremely grave:

"Based on my diagnosis, it is likely that the aftershocks of the explosion damaged Miss Ming's brain."

"The human brain is complex, and even in this interstellar age, it is still impossible to fully understand it."

"Ms. Ming's current condition appears to be a combination of amnesia and prosopagnosia."

"In short, she has not only lost her memory and no longer recognizes anyone, but she also has face blindness and can no longer distinguish between people."

After the doctor finished speaking
The air was silent for two or three seconds before Yan Wenjin's hoarse voice rang out again.

"When will she recover?"

Is there any medicine that can treat this?

The doctor shook his head. "There are no convenient medications available at this stage."

"It all depends on Miss Ming's own recovery ability. Perhaps she will be back to normal today or tomorrow, or perhaps," the doctor paused.

"It can never be recovered in this lifetime."

After the doctor finished speaking, the air fell silent again.

Yan Wenjin stood still, her eyes flickering, lost in thought.

After a long pause, he finally waved his hand.

"You go down."

"Yes." The doctor respectfully withdrew.

Just as the door was about to close, a deep, menacing voice, laced with a threatening warning, rang out again:
"This matter must not be told to anyone, understand?"

Even if you gave him a hundred lives, he wouldn't dare tell anyone.

In the medical profession, the most taboo thing is to treat important people.

If it can't be cured, it's over.

Even if it's cured, it might still be the end for them.

Destroy this shitty world!

The doctor, outwardly respectful but inwardly screaming wildly, retreated.

*
After the doctor left
Yan Wenjin stayed in the study for another three or four minutes before slowly walking towards the bedroom.

Bedroom
Upon hearing the noise, Minghua's peach blossom eyes widened in alarm, and she quickly rolled over onto the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket.

"who are you?"

Minghua asked again.

Yan Wenjin no longer showed the surprise and bewilderment she had when she first heard the question.

The three or four minutes he had spent was enough for him to organize his thoughts and respond to Minghua's various questions.

The handsome, mature man slowly sat on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes gazing tenderly at Minghua, a touch of sadness on his face.

"Has Huahua forgotten me?"

"I am your husband."

"husband?"

Minghua murmured, stunned for a moment by Yan Wenjin's identity, her beautiful peach blossom eyes widening even more.

For some reason, Minghua always felt that she shouldn't be getting married so young.

His gaze couldn't help but linger on Yan Wenjin. He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but based on the contours of his features, he could tell that he was extremely handsome.

He was wearing a well-fitting, tailored suit with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the muscles in his chest creating a beautiful curve in the suit.

He possesses immense masculine charm.

The five fingers, casually resting on the edge of the bed, were strong as he repaired a car, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Everything suggests that this person is no ordinary individual.

At least one of them is undoubtedly in a high position.

And these kinds of people are best at deceiving others.

Very cunning.

Minghua questioned, with a hint of resentment:
How can you prove you are my husband?

"I don't remember anything right now, so whatever you say goes."

Who knows if it's a scam?

Does she have a face that makes her look unintelligent and easily fooled?
Yan Wenjin chuckled softly upon hearing this, feigning a hurt expression and speaking with a hint of grievance:
"Huahua, do you really not remember me?"

"You want me to prove it? I really don't know how to prove it."

"After all, you always forbid me from revealing our relationship when we're out in public."

what?
Minghua's mental radar twitched, and a look of disbelief appeared on her face. Could it be that she was actually a scumbag?

impossible.

Just as Minghua was questioning her life, Yan Wenjin gently took Minghua's hand and led it inside his suit jacket.

It was placed on his chest.

The man's burning heat emanated through his well-made shirt.

She has a very attractive figure.

In Minghua's memory, she and this person were still strangers who didn't know each other. Now, she was suddenly led to touch the man's chest muscles, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do with her hands.

The embarrassment felt almost tangible.

Yan Wenjin saw it at a glance and chuckled inwardly, amused that he would one day see Ming Hua looking so embarrassed.

His tone became increasingly seductive, and his chest trembled as he spoke.

"Huahua, have you forgotten? You used to love touching me here the most."

"They even tied a red string around my body."

"Have you forgotten everything?"

"Wha, what..."

Minghua stammered, her face turning bright red.

She, she, she... how could she do such a thing?