Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Why can't I remember Chapter 193?

"What did you say? That little beast really said that?" As soon as Madam Fu returned to the Fu family, she told Master Fu about what had happened at the Mo family, especially Mo Ziyuan's last warning to her. Sure enough, Master Fu was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table.

“It’s definitely not going to work out for Qing’er to marry Mo Ziyuan now. How about we find someone else? Mo Zichen may not be up to the task, but we can still give him a try. What if it works out?” Madam Fu had calmed down and was trying to persuade Master Fu.

"What do you know! That old codger Mo Qilan has always looked down on Mo Ziyuan. The reason I chose him is because he has no feelings for the Mo family. Mo Zichen is different. He has treated the Duke of Dingguo's mansion as his possession since he was a child. He will not be of one mind with us unless he is in dire straits," said Master Fu.

“That’s precisely why he can be easily manipulated!” Madam Fu had a different idea. She sat down next to Master Fu and began to coax him: “Master, think about it. If he knew that the Duke of Dingguo’s mansion was destined not to fall into his hands, do you think he would turn against us? Given his personality, he would probably rather destroy it than let Mo Ziyuan inherit it!”

Master Fu truly took these words to heart. His eyes flickered, and finally he nodded and said, "Then let's give it a try! Even if he doesn't work out, we'll still have found a good match for Qing'er."

“Alright, then I’ll go and talk to Qing’er.” Madam Fu stood up to leave, but was stopped by Master Fu. “Qing’er is too stubborn. I’m afraid you won’t be able to reason with her. You might as well use that method directly.”

"That?" Madam Fu seemed to have thought of something, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes. She shuddered and asked, "It can't be that bad! Do we really need to use it?"

Master Fu could tell at a glance that she had misunderstood, and said irritably, "I was talking about the Forget-Me-Not Pill, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, you scared me!" Madam Fu breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with a mixture of reluctance and worry, "If we give her the Forget-Me-Not Pill, won't she forget all about us?"

"Womanly compassion!" Master Fu scolded. "The Forget-Me-Not Pill will only make her forget the person she remembers most deeply. Do you think it's you or me who has the ability to be forgotten by her?"

"That's true," Madam Fu said awkwardly. "Then let's just give it to her! I'm too lazy to say anything more. All we need to worry about now is how to ensure she marries Mo Zichen smoothly!"

"If all else fails, we'll just have to make it a fait accompli! But that's the last resort, and it's best not to use it unless absolutely necessary. After all, our daughter will still have to make a living in the Mo family in the future, so we shouldn't offend the Duke of Dingguo's mansion too much."

"I understand." Madam Fu took the pills that Master Fu had given her and went to Fu Qing's courtyard.

"Mother, you're back!" Fu Qing looked at Madam Fu with bright eyes. The people serving in her courtyard had long been instructed by Madam Fu not to reveal any news from the outside world to her without permission, especially anything related to Mo Ziyuan. So she still didn't know that Mo Ziyuan and Lin Xin had been betrothed.

"Yes, you're back." When Madam Fu saw her bright eyes, she felt a little uneasy. After dismissing the servants, she sat down, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it to calm herself down.

"Mother, how did your talk with the Duchess go?" Fu Qing asked anxiously after Madam Fu finished drinking her water.

"It can't be that fast. We need to meet her two or three times before we can bring it up! Especially since you just had that incident with the Marquis of Zhaoyang's heir, even if I bring it up, the Duchess won't agree." Madam Fu lied through her teeth.

Fu Qing never imagined that her mother, who had always doted on her since childhood, would lie to her. Naturally, she believed Madam Fu's words without a doubt. She immediately said angrily, "It's all that ugly freak's fault, the heir of Zhaoyang Marquis. He's like a toad trying to eat swan meat. How dare he dream of me! I only kicked him once, which was too good for him."

"Alright, don't be angry anymore," Madam Fu poured her a glass of water, subtly dropping the pill into it. Only after watching the pill completely dissolve in the water did she push it towards Fu Qing. "Here, drink some water to calm down."

Without a word, Fu Qing picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. The effects of the Forget-Me-Not Pill took hold quickly; soon her eyelids felt heavier and heavier, and her mind began to feel like a jumbled mess. Before she could say anything, she fell asleep on the table.

Madam Fu was also using the Forget-Me-Not Pill for the first time. Seeing her like this, she was terrified. She quickly jumped up and put her hand under Fu Qing's nose to check her breathing. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the warm breath on her hand. She dragged Fu Qing to the bed and sat down by the bed, waiting for Fu Qing to wake up.

After all, she was her beloved daughter, and she was still worried about how the medicine would work until she saw it for herself.

Fu Qing didn't keep her waiting too long; she woke up about half an hour later.

"Mother?" Fu Qing called out softly as soon as she opened her eyes and saw Madam Fu sitting by her bedside.

“Oh, Mother is here,” Madam Fu subtly observed Fu Qing’s eyes. Seeing that she was no different from before, her heart began to pound with anxiety. She tentatively asked, “Were you too tired yesterday? You fell asleep while we were talking.”

"Huh?" Fu Qing felt a little dizzy and empty, as if she had forgotten something very important, but upon closer inspection, the feeling seemed to have disappeared.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Looking at her eyes, which were sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy, Madam Fu was extremely worried.

Fu Qing shook her head. "No, I was just a little dizzy, but I'm fine now."

She didn't want to continue the topic, so she asked, "Mom, you just said I fell asleep while we were talking, but I don't seem to remember it. What did you say to me?"

“Uh…” Madam Fu hesitated for a moment and said, “It’s nothing, I just wanted to ask what you think of your future husband. I plan to find him a match for you in a few days.”

"Future husband? Need I say more? I've liked him for a long time..." Fu Qing suddenly stopped, her eyes becoming blank. "Do I have someone I like? Why don't I remember?"

"What's wrong?" Madam Fu's heart skipped a beat, and she stared intently into her eyes as she asked.

"I...I don't think I have anyone I like..." Fu Qing said uncertainly.

Madam Fu finally let out a sigh of relief; it seemed that the master's medicine was indeed effective.

"If you don't have one, you don't have one. I'll find you a good family to marry into later."

"Mother, let it go! I still remember what happened at Shixiang Pavilion! Marquis Zhaoyang won't let this go." Fu Qing said, but at the same time she felt something was wrong. She felt that she shouldn't be reacting like this, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it should be. If she thought about it any further, her head would feel dizzy and throbbing, and she would feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, my dear daughter, I'll take care of everything for you!"

"Really?" Fu Qing's eyes lit up again.