After her younger sister lost her memory, she and her older brother started trying to conceive.

"Xiaohang, you're so good-looking, you're more than good enough for him."

"But the difference in our family backgrounds is too great."

Her family is just an ordinary family.

Her parents are both working-class, and it's already a struggle for them to send her to university. She even has to calculate whether her monthly allowance is enough to buy a cup of milk tea.

Qi Yu's family members are involved in both business and politics. She heard from someone that Qi Yu's father owns an entire office building in the city center.

The apartment they live in, even including the shared area, is less than 90 square meters.

Chu Yanyan put down her milk tea, rested her chin on her hand, and thought for a moment.

She thought back to the day she woke up with amnesia; she couldn't remember anything, not even her own name, which was something someone else had told her.

The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Bai Zhiyuan.

She didn't know him, didn't know his name, and didn't know what her relationship with him was.

But when I saw his profile as he stood against the light in front of the ward window, my heart skipped a beat.

Later she learned that his name was Bai Zhiyuan and that he was very rich.

But that moment of attraction has nothing to do with any of those things.

"True love shouldn't be about these things. If you like someone, you like them, no matter who that person is."

"Alright then."

Ren Xiaohang took another sip of milk tea and said indistinctly, "Looks like you're my love mentor now."

Chu Yanyan chuckled and raised her milk tea cup to clink with hers.

The two were laughing and joking when Yunxi walked in through the front door of the classroom.

She walked with a limp, and the strap of the canvas bag she was carrying slipped off her shoulder several times.

She lowered her head to reach for it, her hair falling down and covering half of her face, making her look disheveled and pitiful.

Chu Yanyan pointed to her leg, "Yunxi, what happened to your leg? Did you fall?"

Yunxi looked up, her fingers gripping the strap of the canvas bag tightly.

That night, she stood outside the Bai family manor, the ride-hailing app on her phone screen spinning for a full twenty minutes before finally displaying the message: "You have canceled your order three times, and your account is temporarily restricted."

The night wind rustled her floral dress as she walked step by step down the gravel path in her ballet flats, which were only suitable for indoor walking.

She walked more than 30,000 steps until her left ankle swelled up like a steamed bun. She squatted down by the roadside and cried for three minutes before standing up and continuing to walk.

Because she dared not stay in that desolate, wild place for too long.

She got home at 2:30 a.m., threw her worn-out ballet flats into the trash can, and collapsed onto the bed.

She had never suffered such humiliation, never.

But Chu Yanyan in front of her seemed to know nothing.

Yunxi gave a fake smile, "It's nothing, I just twisted my ankle."

"Then you have to be careful." Chu Yanyan smiled at her.

Yunxi hummed in agreement and slowly walked to her seat.

The phone's photo album contains photos of that diary, every page of which is clearly photographed.

She even adjusted the colors after she got home last night to make the handwriting look clearer.

She hadn't decided when to use them, but she knew these photos would come in handy someday.

Ren Xiaohang stared at Yun tide's back and rolled his eyes dramatically.

She slammed the milk tea cup down on the table. "What are you pretending for? You're always acting all soft and weak. Who are you trying to fool?"

Chu Yanyan shushed her and held up a finger to her lips, "Don't let her hear you."

"So what if I heard it?"

Ren Xiaohang shrugged nonchalantly.

Before Yan Yan lost her memory, she caused quite a bit of trouble.

Even though she knew she cared about Bai Xu, she deliberately clung to him all day, smiling so much that her eyes were practically glued to his face.

Yan Yan was heartbroken. Yan Yan forgot, but she didn't.

A figure walked up to the desk.

Bai Xu.

He was wearing a light gray sweatshirt today, and he looked very fresh.

But he stood at her table with a slightly tense posture, one hand in his pocket, the thumb of the other hand constantly rubbing the knuckle of his index finger, as if he was thinking of what to say.

"Yanyan, let's have lunch together this afternoon."

Chu Yanyan was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him. "Why did you suddenly invite me to dinner?"

"My mom is back. She hasn't seen you in a long time and she misses you."

Bai Xu and Bai Zhiyuan's mother.

Chu Yanyan's mind went blank.

Chu Yanyan doesn't remember what this person looks like, nor does she remember her voice.

She took her home and has been taking care of her ever since.

They must all be very good to her.

Chu Yanyan nodded. "Okay, send me the address."

Bai Xu visibly relaxed, his tense posture easing considerably after receiving her affirmative answer.

He took out his phone, looked down, and typed to send her the address.

Chu Yanyan's phone vibrated. She opened it and saw a restaurant she had never heard of before, located in the city center. Judging from the name, it seemed to serve home-style dishes.

Yunxi stood up from her seat.

She was just packing her schoolbag when she limped over to Bai Xu, a gentle and harmless smile on her face.

"Ah Xu, no one's cooking at my house tonight, can I come over for dinner?"

Bai Xu hesitated for a moment.

Yunxi's ankle was still swollen, and it was wrapped with a skin-colored elastic bandage, which made her look quite pitiful.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Thank you, you're so kind."

Yunxi smiled and returned to her seat.

Ren Xiaohang slammed his fist on the table in anger, "That was your family gathering, why should she be a third wheel?"

What would Yunxi be doing there when everyone else is meeting their daughter-in-law? Going to be a translator?

Chu Yan patted the back of her hand, as if stroking the fur of a ruffled cat, "It's nothing, it's just a meal. Do you want to come with us?"

Ren Xiaohang shook his head vigorously, his voice muffled.

"I'm not that lacking in boundaries."

Her eyes were filled with disdain and wariness as she stared at Yunxi's back as she sat in her seat.

That scheming green tea girl, Yunxi, always wants to get involved in everything.

She crashed Chu Yanyan's birthday party last time, she came to visit the Bai Family Manor on the weekend, and today she's here for a family dinner.

Wherever Chu Yanyan went, she followed, like a ghost haunting her.

Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

Bai Zhiyuan sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office when his phone screen lit up.

He opened it and saw a message from Chu Yanyan.

"Bai Xu invited me to lunch this afternoon, and Yun tide will be there too, so I won't be coming back for lunch. Don't worry about me."

He read the message twice.

My gaze lingered on the four words "Bai Xuyue" for the longest time.

Then he turned off his phone screen, placed it on the table with the screen facing up, the light shining on the ceiling.

He didn't reply to anything.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly in Xihai City outside the window, and the glass curtain wall reflected a dazzling white light, clearly showing the expression on his face.

The faint frown line between his brows reappeared.

Hua Shuling sat opposite him, holding the revised second phase plan of the resort spread out in her hand.

She was reading the section about the additional cost of the drainage layer when, halfway through, she raised her eyelids and looked at Bai Zhiyuan's face.

It was that little girl again, sending a message.

They're not running away anymore.

Every time he showed this expression, his brows furrowed slightly, his gaze became heavy, his lips were pursed, and his fingers tapped something absentmindedly.

It's highly likely that Chu Yanyan said something that upset him.

Having been by his side for so long, she had figured out this pattern perfectly.

He doesn't even flinch when handling orders worth billions.

But his expression changes whenever his phone vibrates and that little girl's name pops up.

She thought, "Why should I?"

Bai Zhiyuan stopped tapping.

He picked up his phone, flipped it over, and placed it face down on the table, his gaze returning to its usual cold indifference, devoid of any extra emotion.

"continue."