She Lost Memory Before the Divorce

Chapter 43: Chapter 0043: Make Your Own Choices and Take Responsibility for Them @@novelbin@@

“Miss Mu, you’re too polite; there’s no need for thanks between Tingxiao and me. If you need it, I know a good obstetrician and can make arrangements for you, after all, preparing for pregnancy is a big deal.”

Sheng Xueqin’s words nearly had Mu Lan standing up to give her a round of applause.

To those in the know, they were rivals in love; to the uninitiated, they seemed like the best of friends.

Alone, they couldn’t wait to tear each other apart, but in front of Huo Tingxiao, she’d instantly put on a face of grace and competence.

It would be a waste of talent for her not to pursue acting.

“Miss Sheng, you’re too kind; I appreciate the thought, but Zichu has already made all the arrangements.”

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Zichu? Huo Tingxiao raised an eyebrow. Since when had she become so close to Shen Zichu?

“Speaking of Zichu, I haven’t seen him in a long time. With him around, I’m relieved.”

Sheng Xueqin said no more, continuing to eat with elegant movements that nevertheless tasted of wax.

Mu Lan found this lunch quite satisfying; Aunt Li’s cooking was indeed excellent, and the taste was beyond reproach.

Seeing her eat so happily, Huo Tingxiao occasionally added food to her plate, resembling a dedicated feeder.

“Stop it; you’re making me feel like a rice bucket.”

Mu Lan muttered, eliciting a chuckle from Huo Tingxiao. Their natural and routine interaction left Sheng Xueqin feeling bloated with irritation.

Somehow, someone had called her, providing an excuse to finally end the uncomfortable threesome.

As soon as Sheng Xueqin left, Huo Tingxiao’s voice was flat and indifferent.

“Since when have you been so familiar with Shen Zichu?”

“After a few encounters, we got to know each other. I should actually thank that Liu Na for making such a fuss.”

Mu Lan cleverly omitted to mention that Shen Zichu had used her as a shield, fearing that Huo Tingxiao would find out and inexplicably give her the cold shoulder, which was really exhausting.

“Thankful? Do you mean that you actually want to get to know Shen Zichu better?”

He had a knack for picking out the crucial points.

“Why do you always have to be so thorny when you talk? What did Shen Zichu do to upset you?”

Direct and straightforward Mu Lan had no idea how piercing her words were. Huo Tingxiao’s previously good mood was wiped clean away.

It wasn’t that he was jealous of Shen Zichu; he just couldn’t understand how Mu Lan could be so nonchalant.

“The one who upset me isn’t him.”

Mu Lan was taken aback.

“Then I haven’t upset you either.”

Listening to her tone of innocence was almost enough to enrage Huo Tingxiao to the point of spitting blood.

So, he was the one creating problems out of nothing after all!

Standing up to return to his desk, Huo Tingxiao busied himself with his work, ignoring everything else.

Great, just as feared; Mu Lan was on the verge of tears, wondering what was wrong with this man. Could he be any more petulant?

“Are you angry?”

She pitifully extended her hand, scratching at Huo Tingxiao’s arm, but he remained silent.

“Oh, come on, don’t nitpick my words. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even bother with Shen Zichu, alright?”

Well, that sounded much more soothing to him.

“And then?”

Ah? Wasn’t that enough? Alright then…

“Then, Gu Xiaoman fancies Shen Zichu. Now, you tell me, my friend surely has to show some support, right?

Otherwise, I’d definitely be accused of valuing love over friendship.”

Valuing love over friendship— he liked that phrase.

“They’re not a good match. Your friend, she won’t be able to handle Zichu.”

Unable to handle? Mu Lan curled her lips at the term.

“If those two love each other, they love each other. What’s all this talk about not being able to handle? It’s not like training a dog.”

Huo Tingxiao watched her speak so seriously, as if she were an expert on love.

“Do you think they suit each other?”

“Whether they suit each other or not is a matter of opinion. I’m encouraging Gu Xiaoman to bravely pursue love. Whether it works out or not, she’ll find out by trying.”

“If you don’t pursue someone you like, you’ll only regret it later.”

So, was she holding that same thought when she married me?

Chasing courageously, not wanting to have regrets?

“And what if the other person doesn’t respond?”

“Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Loving you is my business, it doesn’t concern you’?

If the affection is mutual, that’s great, but if it’s not, you might as well try to force it a bit, what if the melon turns out sweet?”

“And what if the melon is never sweet…”

On the platform, Feng Zhengxiong, Xiao Qingqing, and the other members of the Feng family were panic-stricken.

Feng Wuchen’s injuries were extremely serious, with one stab piercing through his Qi Sea; the platform’s ground turned a swath of red.

“Elder, how’s Chen Er’s injury?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously.

“Take Wuchen back for treatment immediately!” The Feng family’s Elder, Feng Qianyang, said gravely.

“Outrageous!” Hearing Feng Qianyang’s words, Feng Zhengxiong flew into a rage, the ferocious killing intent erupting unchecked, “Mo Qianshan! If Chen Er doesn’t survive today, I will absolutely not spare your Mo family!”

“This matter has nothing to do with me. If the Feng Family Head really wants to attack my Mo family, I am ready to welcome you at any time,” the Mo family head replied indifferently, leaving without turning his head.

Even though Feng Zhengxiong had already broken through to the Ninth Level of the Transformative Realm, the Mo family head was not the least bit afraid.

“Family Head Feng, I forgot to tell you that Ling’er’s current identity is a student at Tianyan Academy. Not to mention that it was Wuchen himself who thrust the sword, even if Ling’er killed him, your Feng family can’t do anything about it. With Tianyan Academy and my Huangfu family’s support, you should weigh your own strength before trying to deal with the Mo family,” the young man on the platform sneered proudly.

After a scornful laugh, the young man added, “Do you know what a Sixth Grade Martial Soul signifies? I have never heard of Unmatched City producing a genius with a Sixth Grade Martial Soul before, let alone a woman. Even at Tianyan Academy, Ling’er stands out among the best.”

Leaving those words behind, the young man also departed.

“Tianyan Academy?” Feng Zhengxiong’s face underwent a severe change, but he had no time to think further, quickly leaving with the severely injured Feng Wuchen.

By comparison, Feng Wuchen’s life was more important.

“Mo Ling’er has been recruited by Tianyan Academy? When did this happen?”

“As expected of Unmatched City’s top genius, Mo Ling’er was recruited by Tianyan Academy!”

“A Sixth Grade Martial Soul, such a powerful talent—Tianyan Academy would be crazy not to recruit her! Mo Ling’er’s future accomplishments will be boundless!”

“Having such an astonishing talent, if I were in her place, I would do the same. Such a powerful gift indeed offers better choices. Wuchen cannot blame Mo Ling’er.”

The entire venue was shocked by such genius, truly making the people of Unmatched City envious.

Mo Ling’er’s entry into Tianyan Academy meant her status had risen even higher, so Wuchen had even less standing to reach for her.

…

In the Feng family hall, there was silence, and worry and urgency were written on the faces of the higher-ups.

Less than a quarter hour had passed when Feng Qianyang appeared in the hall, his elderly face showing traces of sorrow and helplessness.

“Elder, how is Chen Er?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously; everyone’s eyes turned toward Feng Qianyang.

Feng Qianyang shook his head helplessly, saying, “Wuchen’s injury is too severe; his Dan Tian is damaged, and he has dropped to the Second Layer of the Body Refining Realm. With my strength as a First-grade Alchemist, I can’t save Wuchen.”

“Elder, do you mean to say Chen Er won’t make it?” Feng Zhengxiong asked in panic, his gaze locked onto Feng Qianyang.

“Elder, please think of a way! You must save Chen Er!” Xiao Qingqing collapsed upon hearing this, tears streaming down like rain.

Feng Qianyang shook his head again, with a sigh, “Unless it’s a remedy concocted by a Third-grade Alchemist. But where could we find a Third-grade Alchemist in Unmatched City?”

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhengxiong sat down in despair. Feng Qianyang’s words had effectively pronounced a death sentence for Feng Wuchen.

“Mo Ling’er!” Feng Yuan, the eldest son, gnashed his teeth, his fists clenched with rage, “I will never forgive you! If my younger brother doesn’t survive, I’ll make sure you join him in death!”

“Elder, is there truly no other way?” Xiao Qingqing asked through tearful sobs, unwilling to give up even the faintest glimmer of hope.

“I truly have no means to help. Wuchen has not much time left—you can go and see him for the last time,” Feng Qianyang shook his head once more.

Sorrow and anger spread through the hall.

At that moment, Feng Wuchen was still unconscious, his life force extremely fragile, hanging by a thread.

However, not long after, something miraculous happened!

The wound at Wuchen’s Dan Tian, inflicted by the sword, began to heal at a visible rate!

The next second, Feng Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasping for air as if he’d been holding his breath underwater for hours, looking as though he had a nightmare, his head covered in cold sweat, his face pale with fright.

“What… What was that black thing?” Feng Wuchen wiped off his sweat, speaking with fright, but before he could think further, his expression suddenly changed, “My… My injury, what… what happened?”

“Ah…”

As Feng Wuchen was startled and astonished, his head suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed by a sword, the pain immense, his face instantly contorting. Then, a massive influx of information poured into his mind.

“This is…” Accepting the massive influx of information without resistance, Feng Wuchen was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out; he nearly forgot the severe throbbing pain in his head.

“This is the memory of the Evil Dragon God! He is from the Ancient Dragon God Clan! It’s said the Dragon Clan is an all-powerful Supreme with no equal. How could the Evil Dragon God be hiding within me, looking to use my body to reincarnate? This… Could this all be a dream?” Feng Wuchen cried out in disbelief, feeling that everything was utterly implausible.

The Ancient Dragon God Clan, Feng Wuchen had never heard of such a thing. It was only when these massive snippets of information suddenly emerged in his mind that he felt as if he were still in a dream.

In the memory of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen came to know that the Evil Dragon God was from the Ancient Dragon God Clan, which had two Holy Sons, Long Tianhun and Long Tianzhan.

The two were the most dazzling geniuses of the Dragon God Clan, but they tore their faces apart in their fight for the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan. They had been openly and secretly struggling against each other for years.

In the end, on the day of the election for the supreme throne, Long Tianhun was not chosen due to having improper motives, and his brother Long Tianzhan successfully became the next Supreme of the Dragon Clan.

In terms of talent and strength, Long Tianhun was not inferior to Long Tianzhan. In a world where strength was esteemed, he believed he could make the Dragon God Clan even more powerful, and that the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan should rightfully belong to him, but alas, it did not.

Long Tianhun felt it was his father playing favorites. He could not accept the supreme throne falling into Long Tianzhan’s hands. His hatred grew deeper over time, and eventually, Long Tianhun led many strong members of the Dragon Clan away, severing ties with the Dragon God Clan completely.

As a result, Long Tianhun also changed his name to the Evil Dragon God!

To forcibly seize the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan, Long Tianhun brazenly recruited soldiers and horses.

A great war broke out within the Dragon God Clan. With overwhelming power, Long Tianhun defeated Long Tianzhan, seized the Dragon God Seal, and thought he had secured the supreme throne, only to be sealed by divine skills used by the six elders of the Dragon God Clan in the end.

“This… this can’t be real, right? The Evil Dragon God is too terrifying! No, those six elders are even more terrifying!” As he flipped through the memories of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen trembled in horror, sweating profusely and gasping for air.

“Third Young Master! You… you’re awake?” Just as Feng Wuchen was shivering in fright, the room door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful maid rushed in.

The maid had been alarmed by the screams coming from the room earlier. When she rushed in and saw Feng Wuchen awake, she was completely dumbfounded.

“It’s my mom’s birthday today, and I forgot to pick out a gift for her, so could I trouble you to choose a gift for her?”

Seeing her hesitate, Lin Yize immediately softened his tone.

“It’s all my fault for being too focused on work. Even her birthday has been affected like this. Sigh, if it’s inconvenient for you…”

“No problem, Senior Lin. If you don’t mind my taste, I can help out.”