C3 (1/2)

For the next few days, Qiao Anzhi did not see Fu Siming return.

These days, she was resting in this villa, in a place she didn't know whether to call home or not.

All the furnishings in his room were a dazzling red that made her feel uncomfortable. Was her previous aesthetic actually like this?

Most importantly, while he said they were husband and wife, the room she lived in didn't even have a single man's outfit, nor did it have any men's articles of clothing. There was only one pillow on the bed. It didn't look like a couple's room.

”When she came down the stairs, she heard the servants whispering to each other.” It can't be? Did he really lose his memory? ”

”I don't think so. You won't forget what she did to us? ”Pretending to be a lady from a noble family, venting your anger on us if we meet any misfortune. I wonder what you're pretending to be this time!”

A few female servants were gathered together, their mouths chattering. However, they did not notice that Qiao Anxiao had already walked behind them.

”You all …”

Hearing Qiao Anjiao's voice, the few of them were frightened and quickly shut their mouths. They lined up with their heads lowered, not daring to look at her.

”Madam, we know we're at fault, you …” The female servant was trembling in fear as she repeatedly apologized.

”I'm sorry, I don't remember anything from the past.”

A few female servants raised their heads and looked at Qiao Anxiao with surprise. How could they have thought that such a woman could say the words ”I'm sorry”?

”If I've done anything wrong before, I hope you'll forgive me, or just tell me, and I'll change.”

Qiao Anxian really couldn't stand the atmosphere. In such a big villa, she didn't know anyone. The servants were the only ones left in the house.

”Madam, we dare not ask you to change it. ”You haven't recovered yet, you should go upstairs to rest.”

With that, the servants went to do their own things.

Qiao Anyun dejectedly went back to his room and laid on his bed. He desperately tried to recall the past, but in the end, other than a severe headache, he could not think of anything else.

”Am I really, Joanna?”