Fan Jia instinctively retorted, "No way!"
Chen Zhaoci fell silent for a few seconds, then unexpectedly laughed: "Scared?"
Fan Jia: "Um... it's just not possible, that's really too..." She trailed off, at a loss for words.
Chen Zhaoci said: "Then think it over and tell me your decision later. It's really nothing, just a form of collateral."
Fan Jia whispered: "You really want me to film that kind of thing and send it to your company? Apple Bro, I..."
Beside her, Xu Mengshan lifted his single eyelids slightly, thinking to himself, "Damn, I'm about to puke."
On the other end, Chen Zhaoci seemed somewhat moved by the woman's hesitant dependence and apparent distress, calling out: "Lingling! I wouldn't harm you. I promise no one else will see it. I won't even look at it myself."
After hanging up, Fan Jia shuddered with lingering disgust and sighed: "What a scumbag."
Xu Mengshan said: "Do you think Liu Yisha and Zhao Feier filmed nude loan videos and sent them to him?"
Fan Jia replied: "Their loan amounts were higher than mine, and they had no means to repay. Following their usual procedure, they definitely filmed them."
The two exchanged a glance, and Xu Mengshan said: "I'll report the situation to the team. As for the nude loan video—there's no way you're filming it. If you actually did it, I'm afraid people would take one look and refuse to lend money. Let's figure out how to deal with them next."
Fan Jia grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Xu Mengshan effortlessly caught it with one hand, tucked it behind his back to lean against, and called You Mingxu to report.
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Municipal Hospital VIP Ward.
Yin Feng sat propped up, still receiving an IV drip. After waking, his head felt weary and hollow from waves of intense pain, leaving him completely listless.
Head injuries were the most troublesome. Chen Feng sat by the bed, holding the doctor's various examination reports, yet they revealed no issues.
Yin Feng said: "Bring me all the information about my older brother."
Chen Feng paused, then replied: "No problem. Did you remember something?"
Yin Feng glanced at him: "What should I have remembered?"
Chen Feng showed a hint of pity and said: "Teacher Yin, you used to... greatly admire and adore your brother Yin Chen. His untimely death has always been a deep sorrow for you. I think part of the reason you've tolerated Su Ziyi and allowed her to stay by your side is related to this."
Yin Feng stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked: "When did he die, and how?"
Chen Feng answered: "Thirteen years ago, in a car accident."
Yin Feng pressed: "What about the remains?"
Chen Feng: "Cremated."
Yin Feng looked disappointed: "Then there's no way to verify whether the deceased was really him." Noticing Chen Feng's hesitant expression, Yin Feng commanded: "Speak."
Chen Feng's expression turned somewhat odd: "You raised this question years ago and later conducted a series of investigations and tests yourself. You ultimately confirmed that the deceased was indeed Yin Chen. Your brother has truly passed away."
Yin Feng fell silent for a moment, muttering to himself: "If not him, then who? Who could be so..."
Chen Feng: "Is something wrong?"
Yin Feng met his gaze, shook his head, and said quite profoundly: "I believe this isn't a problem you can solve."
When Xu Mengshan's call came through, You Mingxu had just gotten out of a taxi and arrived at the hospital. Her workload was overwhelming—she had dropped Yin Feng off at the hospital at noon but couldn't stay long. Only now, after dark, had she found time to return. According to Chen Feng, Yin Feng had already woken up.You Mingxu shared the same idea as Xu Mengshan—they would let Apple Bro stew for a while, observe his next moves, and then seize the opportunity to dig deeper for clues. There was no way they would actually let Fan Jia record a nude loan video.
While still on the phone, she arrived at Yin Feng’s hospital room. The door was slightly ajar. You Mingxu hung up and was about to push it open when she suddenly froze.
Memories of Yin Feng’s pained, struggling expression before he lost consciousness flooded back, along with his delirious ramblings.
Recovering his memories.
The thought crossed her mind, and an inexplicable irritation washed over her. It felt like a vast, silent expanse of water surging toward her, carrying a faint chill that left her disoriented and uneasy.
She pushed the door open.
Both people inside looked up.
You Mingxu’s gaze fixed solely on the man in the bed. Dressed in a hospital gown, his face pale and hair as messy as ever, his clear eyes stared intently at her without blinking.
Her heart settled with a soft thud. She walked to the bedside, and Chen Feng, taking the hint, promptly excused himself and left.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
Slowly, he stretched his arms out toward her.
The gesture—one that usually annoyed her—now made her smile. “Put them down. I told you I’m not hugging you.”
Yin Feng said, “But my head really hurt earlier—like it was about to explode.”
Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept her composure. “So… did you remember anything?”
He replied immediately, “No, I didn’t remember anything at all.”
You Mingxu was surprised but, for some reason, also relieved. This complicated, inexplicable feeling left her slightly agitated, though she didn’t show it. She pulled a chair over and sat down solemnly by the bed.
Yin Feng tugged at her hand. “The doctor said I can be discharged soon.”
“So soon?”
He answered casually, “Well, they can’t cure me anyway. I’m beyond help!”
You Mingxu didn’t know whether to feel relieved or exasperated. “Aren’t you worried at all that you can’t be cured?”
He countered, “Do you want me to get better soon? But if I do, I’ll become smart and mature. I feel like the old me was the same type of person as Gu Tiancheng and Luo Yu—though, of course, a hundred times more upright and outstanding. But… I get the feeling that A Xu has always liked that type.” His voice dropped to a whisper on the last sentence.
You Mingxu hadn’t expected him to say something like that. Her expression stiffened, and she snorted coldly, “What do you know? You’re talking nonsense. I’ve encountered a few scumbags, but I would never fall for one.”
Yin Feng: “Oh…”
You Mingxu retorted, “Who are you to judge me? The old you was the king of scumbags. I heard you were especially fond of internet celebrities, fresh-faced models, and budding starlets—big-chested, long-legged, with sharp chin faces. Once you regain your memories, are you planning to pick up where you left off? Hmm?”
Yin Feng flushed. “A Xu, why are you saying these things? I promise I won’t be a scumbag anymore, and I’ll never pay them any attention. I swear!”
You Mingxu replied indifferently, “Whatever. It’s none of my business.”
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The next day, Fan Jia received another phone call.
It was from a woman who spoke in a refined and polite tone, introducing herself as Zhang Wei, a colleague of Apple Bro and the head of the finance department. Once again, Fan Jia played the part of an inexperienced, timid college student.
Zhang Wei said, “I heard from Xiao Chen that you’re interested in taking out another loan?”
Fan Jia: “Yes, yes. But…”Zhang Wei interrupted her with exceptional kindness: "Xiao Chen told me you have concerns. He's an upright young man, and explaining this company policy to you made him a bit uncomfortable. So he specifically asked me to clarify things and put your mind at ease. You see, I'm in charge of the finance department, handling millions in transactions every day. Your loan amount is just a drop in the bucket. As women, I completely understand your concerns. But rest assured, the video you'll record is solely for loan verification purposes. With this, you'll establish credit with our company and can borrow again in the future. Only I will have access to this video—even the company CEO doesn't have permission. So you really don't need to worry. We all hope you can overcome your difficulties soon."
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