After Losing Her Memory, She Mistook Her Archenemy for Her True Love

The young tyrant of the Sheng family was notorious for his vicious, unruly temper. No one dared cross him. The only good deed he had ever done was saving a little girl who had been beaten nearly to death when he was young. “If you don't want to be bullied, you'd better find someone powerful to back you.” The dying girl's voice was faint. She raised clear eyes filled with determination. In the rain, the figure gradually blurred from view as she clutched a bottle of swelling-reducing medicine in her hand. Years later, a car exploded. Sheng Ran was framed and nearly killed, while the little girl watched indifferently from another car, a cold smile playing on her lips. That very day, Tang Qingqing was in a car accident and lost her memory. When they first met, she saw the refined, aloof man in the next hospital room eating elegantly. The delicious aroma made her swallow nervously. Tang Qingqing held up one finger. “Hey, handsome, could you share a little food with me?” The man raised his eyelids. She was a delicate, beautiful girl with a slender frame and bandages wrapped around her forehead. His heart softened for a moment, and he gave her some. From then on, Tang Qingqing clung to him, wishing she could stay by Sheng Ran's side every second of every day. She couldn't remember anyone, but there was a photo of Sheng Ran in her phone's album, so she guessed he must be the one she loved. “I can't remember anything, but I do remember that I like you.” In a private room of extravagant indulgence, his friends brought her up. Sheng Ran gave a soft laugh. “She's just a novelty who came knocking.” Tang Qingqing, standing outside the door, lowered her eyes and walked in as if nothing had happened. Later, Tang Qingqing stabbed Sheng Ran in the back when he least expected it. With her arm linked through that of a man in a sharp suit, she smiled just as she had when they first met. “Hey, handsome, shall we break up?”