One day, Ximu opened his eyes with no memories and found himself lying in a hospital.
Thinking he was broke, he quietly got up and prepared to leave. After all... he couldn’t pay his hospital bill. But the moment he reached the door, a group of people blocked his way.
“Come with us, and we’ll help you get your memories back!” Xia Tianwu shut the door. She looked adorable when she smiled, but fought like a tiger.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get your brain working again!” Wen Yuan, handsome as a leading man and just as much of a “leading man” when it came to getting things done, pushed him back onto the bed.
“Relax! We’ve settled the money, and since we took your cash, we’ll definitely help you recover your memories!” Money came first, and life without money was no life at all. Shen Jiang, utterly carefree and shameless, tucked him in.
Ximu fell silent. “Who’s paying the hospital bill?”
Shen Jiang stared in shock and took a step back. “I’m broke!”
Xia Tianwu smiled up at the ceiling. “This ceiling sure is white.”
Wen Yuan stroked his stomach. “My child, your father has suffered. He still hasn’t even had lunch.”
Ximu fell silent again. “I have money?”
The three of them said, “You do!”
Much later, Ximu watched them buy a house with his money, buy a car with his money, and buy equipment with his money. He fell silent...
Just how empty-headed had he been to go along with them in the first place?
(Everything mentioned in this story is completely made up by the author. Don’t believe it! You mustn’t believe it!)
