You’re Lying to Me

Hearing Fang Zhou’s question, Han Xi’s smile froze.

She returned to her usual calm, rational, and elegant demeanor.

Softly, she said, “Does it matter if you know them? You’re my husband now.”

She’d already distanced him from those people.

But Fang Zhou didn’t share her view.

He shook his head, continuing, “No, if I know them, why don’t I remember?”

In that moment, he showed unprecedented assertiveness and sharpness.

“Tell me the truth. I don’t want lies or deceit.”

Before Han Xi could react, the atmosphere had become tense.

This was the first serious conversation since Fang Zhou’s memory confusion.

Before, he’d been gentle and compliant, never confronting her like this.

Han Xi felt a moment of disorientation.

Could those people have such an impact on Fang Zhou?

While she was lost in thought, Fang Zhou’s gaze shifted from determination to doubt, then disappointment.

“It seems you’ve given me the answer.”

He stepped back, disbelief in his eyes.

His lips moved, murmuring something.

“I should have known…”

Han Xi snapped back, seeing his desolate look, panic rising.

“No! You don’t know them. How could you?

Don’t listen to those women!

You just look like their ex-boyfriend. Why believe them? You don’t know them!”

The usually reserved woman spoke more than ever, trying to cover her lies.

Unaware, her loss of composure was the best evidence of deceit.

Fang Zhou stepped back, avoiding her reaching hand.

He watched her warily, speaking deliberately.

“You’re lying, aren’t you? If I didn’t know them, you wouldn’t be so upset.”

“Han Xi, I’m disappointed in you.”

His words were like a judge’s verdict, pinning her to the cross.

His gaze, like fire, burned into her, consuming her from within.

Every cell screamed: he’s remembering, your lies will crumble!

Han Xi imagined his attitude if he regained his memory, like a stain on the wall, too unsightly to glance at.

Could such a Fang Zhou coexist peacefully with her?

Impossible.

He might sever ties, never to meet again.

The thought alone was unbearably painful.

“I don’t think I should stay here today. I’m leaving.”

Fang Zhou shook his head, seeming deeply affected, his demeanor deflated.

His face was troubled, his aura restless.

He turned away, not sparing Han Xi a glance, utterly disappointed.

His departure was resolute, as if never to return, so final and cold.

As if their shared joy was an illusion, fleeting as moonlight on water.

He wasn’t going home; he was leaving her.

Han Xi bit her lip, making a decision.

She wouldn’t let this happen.

“Stop.”

She quickly regained composure, issuing a final warning to the departing man.

But he didn’t stop, only quickened his pace.

Fang Zhou seemed to see Han Xi as a predator, eager to escape.

The farther, the better.

The scene brought tears to Han Xi’s eyes.

Her heart felt battered, on the verge of internal injury.

“Stop him, take him to my room on the second floor. Don’t let him leave until I arrive.”

She ordered the guards.

Unless necessary, she didn’t want him to become like her mother.

But circumstances forced her hand.

Her gaze turned from hesitant to resolute, the light in her eyes flickering like a candle, finally extinguished.

Fang Zhou wouldn’t submit easily. He struggled fiercely, but the guards’ strength was overwhelming.

Despair and anger surged, driving him to extreme measures.

He grabbed a decorative vase, smashing it on the floor.

Picking up a sharp shard, he brandished it wildly.

“Stay back! I’ll use this if you come closer!”

He shouted, eyes filled with desperation and fear.

The guards hesitated, fearing he’d harm himself. Their task was to restrain, not confront.

“I have a sedative, should I use it?”

An unexpected voice, Dr. Hu, the family doctor, appeared beside Han Xi.

The chaos left her no time to question his presence.

She knew he could help, nodding decisively.

“Use it.”

Four guards pinned Fang Zhou, and Dr. Hu administered the sedative, calming him.

The scene blurred, shrouded in mist, lights dimming to darkness.

The space plunged into endless black, no light penetrating.

Before losing consciousness, he heard her cold, clear voice, like a chilling wind, yet irresistibly compelling.

Her voice whispered secrets in his ear.

“Just be good, why resist?”

The words echoed, a mantra, clouding his thoughts, leading to unconsciousness.