Chapter 1009: Press Conference

it has nothing to do with you, why are you still...""Mom—" He Hanchuan interrupted her, his voice low and serious. "I won't get involved in what you and Dad or Aunt Lin have going on, and I hope you...Upon hearing this, Feng Mu's face darkened first.

He was a little unwilling to accept this, he grabbed Wang Ling's collar tightly and glared at him, "What do you mean by permanent amnesia Didn't we research for such a long time before We said that his memory would definitely recover. We consulted so many experts and tried countless methods, why would there be such an accident"

Wang Ling was grabbed by the collar, his face turning red as if it had been brushed.

He coughed heavily, struggling to speak. “Mr. Feng, it’s a misunderstanding! This isn't all my subordinate's fault either. I'm innocent too. It was a desperate choice I had to make. I also hope Mr. Ye recovers…”

"You..."

Feng Mu was practically fuming.

He clenched his fists, about to strike Wang Ling's face.

"Oh, General Feng, please spare my life!"

Just as Feng Mu was about to punch Wang Ling in the face, Ye Zehan stepped forward, grabbed his arm tightly, and said in a deep voice, "That's enough, stop fighting."

"You can't blame him entirely for this, and it's not all his fault. Even if you beat him to death, it wouldn't solve anything."

Feng Mu pursed his lips, and after a long while, he finally let go of his fist.

Yes.

...won't solve any problems either.

The moment he thought about how he couldn't save his best friend, a wave of sadness emanated from deep within him!

Thinking about this, Feng Mu felt a pang of sadness and couldn't help but speak up to remind her.

"Over the past few years, I've seen firsthand how difficult it has been for Xiang Wan. After you left, she remained quietly at the He family, diligently handling all the big and small matters of your company."

"As a woman, she was forced to face all this, subjected to so much scorn and ostracism."

Yet Kaoru didn't utter a word of pain. Even facing enormous difficulties, she wouldn't complain to us, her good friends, but would silently endure it alone.

"As for her, the only hope she had to survive was you. She always held onto a belief in her heart that you would come back. But now that you're here, if you told her she would forever lose her memory, how heartbroken she would be."

As he spoke, Feng Mu felt a surge of intense frustration. He hurriedly crouched down, his distinct knuckles sifting through his hair, clutching it tightly.

He hopes everything will get better and that his best friend can return to the family.

But all of this has become an impractical fantasy!

When Ye Zehan heard his words, a tinge of pain also flashed in his eyes.

But things have already happened, and even if he goes back to calculate, it's meaningless.

So, he took a step forward and came to Feng Mu's side. He raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, reminding him in a deep voice, "This has nothing to do with you, don't feel any psychological burden, you've already done a great job."

Maybe he really is He Hanchuan.

Although he couldn't remember many things, his heart was deeply moved when he learned that Feng Mu had done so much for them.

To have such a good brother is enough, the rest doesn't matter.

Feng Mu's eyes drooped slightly, he hugged He Hanchuan tightly.

Two burly men couldn't say anything sentimental, but in that embrace, both could feel the depth of their affection for each other!

After a while, Ye Zehan finally let go of Feng Mu. He turned around and looked at Wang Ling with determination, "I agree to receive treatment."

This sentence surprised Wang Ling as well.

He never expected Ye Zehan to agree so readily.

"Are you serious" Wang Ling asked him in a low voice.

"Hmm." Ye Zehan nodded, responding, "Even if it's a failure, I don't want to give up this opportunity."

He was still hesitating.

When he heard Feng Mu's words, he secretly made up his mind in his heart.

He must absolutely submit to hypnotic therapy. After all, Wanye has already done so much for him, never complaining or showing any hardship. What's he afraid of

And he still had a thought in his heart, if He Hanchuan didn't have amnesia, then he would definitely do everything to remember all of this.

So he had nothing to hesitate about.

"Good." Wang Ling raised her hand to pat his shoulder, a glimmer of admiration in her eyes. "General Feng, for a long time I knew everyone admired you, but back then I couldn't understand why. What was so good about you"

"Only now do I truly know you, and I admire you."

"Don't worry, I will be extra careful during the surgery and do my best to protect you so you won't get hurt!"

"Mm." Ye Zehan's lips curved slightly, "Thank you."

"Go for it." Feng Mu embraced him once more.

He looked at Ye Zehan's face, his eyes still holding a trace of unwillingness. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but speak, "If it's really too difficult, then give up."

"Actually, for A-Wa, as long as you can remember her, that's enough. The rest doesn't really matter."

"No need." Ye Zehan shook his head. "I want to remember her."

That painstaking and heartfelt love, he didn't want to forget, and couldn't forget at all!

"Okay." Feng Mu didn't say much more.

Ye Zehan had no more hesitation. He walked to the bed, lay down, and quietly closed his eyes.

Just as he was about to receive treatment, a slight smile played on the corners of his lips.

His mind was filled with images of Xiang Wan. Her happiness, her sadness, her joy, her sorrow... they all played like a movie in his head, one scene after another.

As if this was the only way he could truly remember everything!

……

The next day.

Today is the day of the press conference!

Milan appeared in the backstage room early that morning. She sat quietly on a chair, allowing the makeup artist to style her.

The makeup artist, looking at her delicate skin, couldn't help but flatter her, saying, "Oh my lady, your skin is really amazing, I envy you."

Upon hearing this, Milan couldn't help but chuckle with pride. "That's right,"

The makeup artist couldn't help but say, "Your skin is even better than Mrs. He's used to be. No wonder Mr. He likes you so much, and he even declared your relationship in front of everyone."

Milan's face had turned ashen.

She hates it when people mention anything about A-wai to her, not even a little bit!

Because that would make her feel like she stole something from Hoshimachi Suisei, and have a strange sense of guilt!he pursed her lips and ultimately didn't move 。At that moment, the phone suddenly vibrated. 。 “In the right pocket” 。He turned his head and glanced at Xiangwan. 。Toward evening hummed once, reaching o...