I Told You, I’m Not Him

Seeing the marriage certificate photo in Fang Zhou’s hand, Han Xi’s smile turned a bit stiff.

In reality, due to Fang Zhou’s identity issues, they hadn’t actually registered their marriage, and the certificate he held was a forgery.

Even the identity of Zhou Chong was fabricated, making it impossible to register at the civil affairs bureau.

It was all a construct by Han Xi.

Even their wedding photo was photoshopped and placed in their home.

Facing Fang Zhou’s sincerity, Han Xi felt a moment of guilt, quickly overshadowed by joy.

His unwavering belief in the marriage meant he hadn’t recalled his past.

This meant they could continue living normally.

“Let’s head down; the banquet’s about to start.”

Fang Zhou wrapped an arm around Han Xi’s shoulder, guiding her downstairs.

The conversation from the study was left unmentioned, both knowing Han Tianrang’s stubbornness meant he wouldn’t relent, leading to an unpleasant end.

As they appeared downstairs, they were immediately surrounded by people eager to partner with Han Enterprises, showering Han Xi with praise and business talk.

Fang Zhou, initially by Han Xi’s side, was gradually pushed out. Han Xi, unable to easily extricate herself from potential partners, signaled for him to grab some food.

Understanding, he nodded and headed to the dessert area.

There, beautifully crafted cakes awaited, each a unique work of art.

The cakes were exquisitely designed, some resembling blooming flowers, cute animals, or dreamy castles.

Not only were they visually appealing, but their taste was exceptional.

Each bite was rich and delicate, leaving a lasting impression. If sold outside, each could fetch a high price, becoming a sought-after delicacy.

Fang Zhou wasn’t fond of sweets, but because Han Xi liked them, he’d indulge occasionally.

His attention was caught by a cake shaped like a small boat, reaching for it only to bump into another hand.

The brief touch felt electric.

Fang Zhou quickly withdrew, apologizing.

“Sorry, you take it.”

Looking up, he was momentarily stunned by the girl’s delicate features and expressive eyes, reminiscent of a TV drama heroine.

But he quickly averted his gaze, focusing on another cake, considering trying it when a melodious voice interrupted.

“Seeing me, you have nothing to say?”

The tone carried a hint of reproach, as if he were a heartbreaker.

Qiao Sisi thought, even if he scolded her, it was fine.

After all, her actions weren’t commendable; his anger was justified.

His brow furrowed slightly, confused, pointing to himself, politely asking, “Are you talking to me?”

Qiao Sisi’s anger flared at his demeanor.

About to retort, she recalled her past actions might have upset him, making him unwilling to speak.

The starlet curbed her temper, like a kitten calming down.

She blinked innocently, “Is there anyone else nearby?”

Though others were in the dessert area, they were either distant or seated, enjoying their food, leaving them alone within a few meters.

“If it’s about the accidental touch, I believe I apologized?”

He tilted his head, genuinely puzzled by her reaction.

Qiao Sisi chuckled, surprised by Fang Zhou’s calmness, as if he didn’t recognize her.

His eyes were steady, looking at her like a stranger.

In this moment, Qiao Sisi felt no panic.

She’d found him; he couldn’t escape under her watch.

Crossing her arms, she stood, softly saying, “Fang Zhou, are you suggesting we go our separate ways, pretending not to know each other?”

He frowned, disapproving, “Again with Fang Zhou, I told you I’m not him.”

His expression darkened, setting down his plate, ready to leave, unwilling to engage further with this mistaken woman.

Seeing him leave, Qiao Sisi panicked.

She quickly reached him, grabbing his hand, whispering, “What do you mean? Ignoring me is one thing, but denying your identity?”

He coldly met her gaze, firmly stating, “Miss, my name is Zhou Chong, not Fang Zhou. You’ve mistaken me.”

“If you don’t believe me, I can show you my ID.”

He pulled out his wallet, retrieving his ID, showing it to Qiao Sisi.

Though skeptical, a glance revealed the name “Zhou Chong,” leaving her stunned.

How could it be? How could he not be Fang Zhou?

In her brief distraction, he pocketed his ID, stepping away.

Qiao Sisi quickly refocused, intercepting him.

“Whether you’re Zhou Chong or Fang Zhou, I have something important to discuss. Can I have three minutes?”

Her eyes pleaded, truly valuing those minutes.

After a pause, he agreed.

“Fine, but let’s talk outside; it’s too crowded here.”

“Okay, outside works.”

Qiao Sisi was eager for privacy, knowing the crowd might attract other women, losing her chance to speak alone.

As they left through the glass doors to the garden, two women in the hall rose.

Their intent was clear: not to let Qiao Sisi have Fang Zhou alone, fearing he’d be taken again.