Who moved her body?

Guan Jie almost jumped up when he opened the attachment. It was Zhao Ren's file.

Zhuang Buyi had prepared a redirection path beforehand. Once this path detected a request to query the "Zhao Ren" file, it would automatically redirect the request to a virtual website. This website was almost identical to the official website, except that apart from the "Zhao Ren" file, all other files were virtual and did not exist at all.

If the application urgently needs to access other files, the redirection path will secretly redirect the application to the original path. From a security and concealment perspective, this is an extremely safe method. Of course, this requires a highly professional to do. Only top-tier professionals can tamper with files under the noses of skilled technicians without being detected.

Guan Jie never doubted Zhuang Buyi's professional competence, but he never expected Zhuang Buyi to give him such a nonsensical file.

"My life has been nothing but going to jail, being cuckolded, and becoming a father unexpectedly!" Guan Jie lamented, both angry and amused. "Finally, I had time for a normal relationship, and the other person was a 200-pound beauty! Not only do I have unusual tastes, but I also went crazy for her. Haha, Zhuang Buyi, you're truly something else. Indeed, with such a bizarre life, I have absolutely no friends. Who would dare to be my friend?"

So that's what Xu Haiyang meant by the 200-pound beauty! Guan Jie finally understood.

Although the file seemed to be a bit of a dig at him, Guan Jie admired Zhuang Buyi. Only a genius like Zhuang Buyi could come up with such a seemingly absurd yet flawless file.

Zhao Ren lost both his parents at the age of three, so he had no family or ties. His martial arts training at Shaolin Temple could explain his skill. His frequent imprisonment indicated that he had no work record. Breaking someone's leg for his girlfriend was not a big deal; he wasn't a serious offender, so Huangyan Island would take him in.

Guan Jie knew without a doubt that during this period, the Shaolin official website would have seen an increase in the presence of "Zhao Ren," a former Sanda champion; if someone checked prison records, "Zhao Ren," a person who had been in and out of prison, would appear in an inconspicuous corner. Of course, some obscure website, a notary account that made a living from gossip, might have even published some shocking news like "Handsome guy breaks someone's legs for his 200-pound girlfriend," and if someone dug deeper, they might even find a photo of a fat woman with features so unbearable to look at that it was almost impossible to tell her gender, walking arm in arm with Guan Jie on the street.

The file also details Zhao Ren's life journey, from Henan to Zhejiang, with no fixed abode. However, he spent the longest time living in Jiaxing, Zhejiang, a small city near Senhai City, which Guan Jie had visited.

As soon as Guan Jie pressed the back button, the emails in his inbox were automatically deleted.

Turning off his phone, Guan Jie listened to the birdsong outside and watched the afternoon sun slant across the green grass outside the window. He felt as if he had returned to that afternoon.

He pulled out an apple he had stolen from the kitchen from his pocket, rubbed it vigorously on his clothes, and then handed the apple to Song Xiaoxian.

"You eat first!" Guan Jie handed the apple in his hand to Song Xiaoxian.

Instead of taking the apple, Song Xiaoxian held his hand and left two neat rows of teeth marks on it. With apple juice on her lips, she puffed out her cheeks and chewed the apple, making a crunching sound in her mouth.

"So sweet," Song Xiaoxian said.

The two of them took turns munching on the apple, and with the last bite, Song Xiaoxian's tongue brushed against Guan Jie's palm, gentle and warm, like a pool of hot water flowing down her throat on a winter's day.

……

Five days later, Guan Jie was able to get out of bed and go out for a stroll with the help of crutches.

On the other side, the sensor door to Dr. Chen's laboratory opened in front of Situ Feng, and the computer in front of Dr. Chen displayed Shan Shan's vital signs data in the opposite testing room.

Separated by a thick glass wall, in the other room, a huge cylindrical machine's indicator light was red. Inside the hollow cylinder lay Shan Shan lying quietly. The machine's scanner was working, and a grid of green light slowly covered Shan Shan's entire body from head to toe, then disappeared, and then repeated...

Dr. Chen pressed a key on the keyboard, the lights inside the machine went out, and the indicator light on it turned green. Two male doctors wearing white coats, white protective caps, and white masks that almost covered their entire faces went in, pulled out the movable hospital bed under Shan Shan, and then pushed it out.

Soon, they pushed Shanshan into the room. At Dr. Chen's instruction, they quickly put a mesh cap covered with metal pieces on Shanshan's head. The other end of the cap was connected to a machine.

"How is it?" Situ Feng walked over to Shan Shan and asked Dr. Chen.

Dr. Chen moved aside and quietly reported to Situ Feng.

Situ Feng's fingers gently traced across Shan Shan's face before he suddenly raised his hand, turned, and left.

"Send Miss Shanshan back home and observe her for 24 hours," Dr. Chen said.

Two male doctors, whose faces were obscured, nodded and, like ghosts, quietly pushed Shanshan's hospital bed away.

An hour later, Shan Shan woke up in her own bed and stretched comfortably.

"Miss, you're awake. The young master said you have a cold. You must drink a bowl of ginseng soup when you wake up. Check the temperature."

Shanshan's full-time nanny, Xiaomei, brought Shanshan a bowl of ginseng soup. The warm ginseng soup suited Shanshan's taste perfectly, and Shanshan took it and drank it all in one go.

"How come I slept for so long?"

Shanshan got out of bed, stretched her arms and neck, and looked at the streetlights that were already on outside. She seemed to have no idea how she had fallen asleep.

Xiaomei put the bowl on the tray and said, "You had a bit of a cold, and you took some cold medicine before going to bed. Maybe it was because of the medicine, but you slept for three hours straight."

"When you have a cold, you need to rest more. Look, Miss, you're all better after a good night's sleep," Xiao Mei added with a smile.

"It seems I'm definitely better." Shan Shan sniffed; she no longer had any cold symptoms.

Xiao Mei closed the door and went out. Shan Shan sat in front of the dressing table and combed her thick, black hair in front of the mirror.

"I don't remember having a cold. When did I take cold medicine?" Shanshan recalled her memories before going to sleep.

In her hazy memory, she seemed to have caught a cold, and Situ Feng seemed to have told her to remember to take her medicine.

The comb stopped at the middle of her hair. Shanshan tried desperately to string together this recent memory, but she failed.

Situ Feng opened the door and came in, sitting on the sofa next to the dressing table, watching Shan Shan comb her hair with doting eyes.

"Maple, can I recover?"

Why did you suddenly think of this question?

"Ever since the car accident, my memories of the past have been like beads on a broken string, hanging in mid-air, making me feel uneasy." Shan Shan stood up and walked to Situ Feng, saying, "You love me so much, but I can't remember our past. I hate this feeling."

Situ Feng put his arm around Shan Shan's waist and let her sit in his lap.

"We met at a party, and it was love at first sight. You had just graduated from university, while I was already married. I wanted to give up everything for you, but you said you were an orphan and didn't want my child to be fatherless, so you endured hardship and became my mistress. Although we weren't husband and wife in name, every day we spent together was happy, just like now." Situ Feng held Shan Shan's head tightly against his chest and said, "A car accident caused you to lose your memory, but God still favored me, allowing me to continue having you. Darling, don't think about the past; isn't it better to remember the present?"

Shanshan nodded.

She remembered everything Situ Feng said; it was as if it were the truth. But she wanted to know far more than that.

She knew that Situ Feng loved her, and almost everyone knew this fact, but why was she still so uneasy?

Shanshan looked up and gave Situ Feng a gentle kiss.