Who moved her body?

"Let's go eat," Situ Feng said.

Shanshan followed Situ Feng into the restaurant and finished their meal. The same restaurant, the same lighting—she remembered yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before that…

If it's not a problem with my memory, then why does the memory of when I took the cold medicine that afternoon feel so distant, as vague as if it happened centuries ago, or as if it came from a memory that doesn't belong to me?

Situ Feng picked up the wine poured by the butler, Uncle Zhao, took a small sip, then cut off a piece of meat and slowly chewed it. Gentle and gentlemanly, but lacking in enjoyment.

Shanshan's body suddenly trembled.

She understood why she had never been sure about what Situ Feng had told her: the love she received from Situ Feng was like the steak in front of him—a routine dinner without any real enjoyment.

She tried more than once to figure out what happened before she lost her memory, but all her efforts were in vain.

Everyone on the island told her the same 'facts,' exactly the same as what she had learned from Situ Feng.

Hearing the same words so many times had made them seem like facts, and she seemed to believe them. She had no reason to doubt the answer Situ Feng gave her, because what reason would Situ Feng have to deceive her?

Situ Feng is incredibly wealthy and powerful, handsome, gentlemanly, calm, and intelligent. In his personal life, he has a perfect family with both a son and a daughter, and besides that, he only has Shanshan as his lover.

If we were to measure men by the standards of women and categorize wealthy men into different classes, then the rich young master who flirts with many women would be the lowest class; the man who knows when to stop and is selective would be the middle to lower class; the man who seeks a certain level of compatibility and does not betray the women he has been with would be the middle class; the man who has self-control, acts with propriety and respects the women he likes would be the upper class; and the man who is devoted to one woman to the point of being monogamous would be the highest class.

Without a doubt, Situ Feng is definitely among the best.

How could she not be satisfied when such a top-notch man fell in love with her, an orphan like any other?

Shanshan raised her glass and clinked glasses with Situ Feng.

"Maple, I love you!"

"I love you too, my baby."

The wine slid down Shan Shan's throat, and Situ Feng smiled with satisfaction.

After dinner, Shan Shan went for a stroll on the beach behind the house, which was her habit, while Situ Feng worked in his study.

Uncle Zhao came in and bowed slightly to Situ Feng. Dr. Chen had already arrived and greeted Uncle Zhao from the side.

"Young Master, you wanted to see me?" Uncle Zhao asked.

"Where did Shanshan visit when she went to Senhai City?"

"As you instructed, our people in Senhai City followed Miss Shanshan the entire time. She followed the predetermined route exactly, returned after completing her task, and did not go anywhere off the course."

Situ Feng held the pencil upright and tapped it on the table.

Uncle Zhao and Dr. Chen both looked at Situ Feng.

"Find out everything about Shanshan's background, quickly!" Situ Feng said calmly.

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away." Uncle Zhao bowed, stepped back, opened the door, and went out.

"The experiment of fusing the mutant virus with new cells can proceed," Situ Feng said to Dr. Chen.

Dr. Chen nodded and then left.

"Whether it gets out of control or not is unimportant; what's important is that I control the time of the host's death." Situ Feng picked up Shan Shan's photo from the table and said, "I don't like my clients thinking for themselves; the world has no shortage of brains."

......

Director Zhang of the "Future Welfare Home" received a visiting guest in his office.

The visitor, dressed in formal attire, was introduced by a well-known local businessman. Director Zhang dared not neglect him. However, what puzzled him was that the visitor was neither there to sponsor the welfare home nor to adopt a child.

The welfare home isn't a tourist attraction where people just come to visit. So Director Zhang was quite puzzled about the visitor's intentions. However, given the reputation of the person who introduced them, Director Zhang couldn't ask too many questions and could only wait for the visitor to explain their purpose.

"How long has Director Zhang been in charge of the welfare home?"

"It's been almost ten years, it will be a full ten years by the end of the year," said Dean Zhang.

"Does Director Zhang know about a girl named Song Xiaoxian who grew up in this orphanage?"

"Song Xiaoxian?" Dean Zhang frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't remember her. How old is she? Is she still at the orphanage?"

The visitor shook his head.

"Song Xiaoxian is twenty-seven years old this year and has already left the orphanage."

Director Zhang smiled in confusion and said, "After the children go to university, they basically say goodbye to the welfare home. She is twenty-seven this year, which means she left the welfare home after graduating from high school ten years ago. She may have come back after she left, but I don't remember. As you know, many children leave our welfare home, and every year many children come back to visit and give back. I can't possibly remember them all, especially since she had already left when I took over the welfare home."

The visitor looked coldly at Dean Zhang, whose smile froze instantly. He felt that the other party was very dissatisfied with his answer.

Who is responsible for managing the orphan files at welfare homes?

"The children's files are very simple," Director Zhang said. "They are mostly abandoned children, without parents, and there are not many records. Our welfare home's files only have a rough date of birth and schooling experience. There is not much work involved. It is basically the responsibility of the successive directors to keep records."

"I need to find Song Xiaoxian's file."

"Although the children's files are simple, they are still considered their privacy. We cannot just provide the children's files to strangers."

The visitor raised an eyebrow and shot a sharp look at Dean Zhang.

Dean Zhang's body was a little stiff.

The visitor looked down at his thumb, searching for something, as if a barb was bothering him and he had to find it and remove it.

"Where is the former dean?"

"Dean Liu retired ten years ago due to poor health."

"Where are you now?"

"Director Liu is recuperating at the sanatorium. Her memory isn't very good; sometimes she can't even remember herself, let alone things from the past. It's impossible for her to tell you anything about the person you're looking for."

"Thank you for the reminder, Dean Zhang."

The visitor stood up, tugged at the hem of his suit jacket, and left without looking back.

......

Zhuang Buyi parked the car, and the security guard quickly came over to help Zhuang Buyi unload the things from the car.

"They're all kids' sneakers. The weather's going to get cooler next month, so they need new shoes," Zhuang Buyi said.

"That's right, the weather in Senhai City changes in an instant. You might be wearing short sleeves today, but you might need a down jacket tomorrow," the security guard said as he unloaded four boxes of sneakers from the trunk.

"There are two more boxes here." Zhuang Buyi unloaded the two boxes from the back seat and put them together with the four boxes he took out of the trunk.

Just as Zhuang Buyi bent down to put the box down, a man in a suit walked out of the orphanage. However, he did not leave immediately but stopped at the gate for a while, took a few photos, and then got into the car waiting at the gate.

"Who is this person?" Zhuang asked the gatekeeper.

"Who knows? A boss introduced him to inquire about something, but he doesn't look friendly to me; he doesn't seem like someone looking for relatives," the gatekeeper said, as if he knew people well.

"Looking for information? Looking for whom?"

"I don't know, he went directly to ask Dean Zhang." The security guard put the boxes down, turned around and went to the storage room behind the security office to get a trolley. He stacked the boxes one by one and said, "I'll take these to the warehouse. Would you like to go sit with the dean? Dean Zhang should still be in his office."

"Okay, I'll go sit down and have a cup of tea. If you need more shoes, have someone contact me."

"Okay, but I think that's enough. There aren't many kind-hearted young people like you these days. These days, young people don't even earn enough to support themselves..."

The security guard walked away muttering to himself, and Zhuang Buyi couldn't hear what he was saying, but it was always the same thing: complaining that each generation was worse than the last.

Zhuang Buyi shook his head. "Young people are still worth looking forward to, and the future is still bright."

Go upstairs, turn right on the second floor and walk to the end. Zhuang Buyi stopped in front of the door with the sign "Dean's Office" and knocked.

"Come in."

Dean Zhang glared angrily at the door, but when he saw that the person who came in was Zhuang Buyi, he relaxed his facial muscles and waved to Zhuang Buyi warmly.