At the Liuli Night Banquet, the nine-level seats are arranged according to blood. As a temporary worker in the public relations department, Shen Qingci was assigned to the last seat. Ruan Yuwei poured wine in front of everyone: "A low-class person deserves to step into the Huating?" His five-year-old son Shen Xingyao suddenly appeared and raised his hand: "According to Article 7 of the family's nine-level system, emotional healers enjoy special immunity. Mommy, you forgot to reveal your identity." The whole place was dead silent. Lu Yanzhou glanced at him coldly: "What status can a temporary worker have?" Shen Qingci wiped off the wine stains and smiled slightly: "Mr. Lu, you lost your memory in a car accident twelve years ago. Do you need me to help you recall it?" The cute baby took the opportunity to throw herself into Lu Yanzhou's arms and called out "Daddy." Surveillance video, jade pendant tokens, medical records and files—evidence was thrown out one by one. But every time Shen Qingci's emotional healing ability is used, a piece of memory will be lost. When she finally helped Lu Yanzhou find the truth, she stood on the edge of oblivion. The night Lu Yanzhou regained his memory, he cornered the person: "You stole my child, and you want to steal my heart?" Shen Qingci smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I almost forgot who you are." The cute baby rushed over holding a family photo: "Mommy, don't be afraid, I will remember everything for you! Daddy, kneel down and act like you are asking for help."
