Chapter 269 Memory Loss

xiao tightly pursed his thin lips, the depths of his eyes churning with boundless fury, his whole body radiating a chilling killing intent!You senseless thing, to dare hurt her like this!The next seco..."Reason unknown, as for evidence."

Lu Yuan sneered, "If I had evidence, do you think I could have lived to leave the imperial capital back then But I can tell you, it was Lan Hua who took your father's place to find me. He explicitly said he wanted to completely eradicate the Mu family and invited me to join."

Fu Lingxiao's face was as dark as ink. He remained silent for a long time before suddenly asking, "So from beginning to end, my father never spoke to you directly about this, did he"

"That's right, there isn't. But through the phone, I know what you're thinking, kid. There's no need to deceive yourself. Everyone knows that Lan Hua is Fu Zong's most loyal dog. He only takes orders from Fu Zong."

Fu Lingxiao's fingertips, which were hanging by his side, trembled uncontrollably. Lu Yuan was right, in a sense, everything Lan Hua said and did represented her father.

But all of this, was just Lü Biān's one-sided words.

He really couldn't believe it, his father was the mastermind behind the Mu family fire.

Gritting his teeth, he asked again: “Twelve years ago, after you left the imperial capital, why didn't you hide with your wife and daughters Where did you go when you suddenly disappeared recently”

Only under Lanhua's surveillance can my wife and daughter be safe. Recently, I received a message that my wife and daughter…

Li Yuan sadly closed his eyes, struggling to speak in a trembling voice, “There was an accident… I’m going to bury them.”

After he finished speaking, silence descended for a long time. When he looked back at Fu Lingxiao, his expression had returned to its usual indifference, even with a hint of relief. “I’ve told you everything I know. Kill me or dismember me as you please, I only have one request. After I die, bury me together with my wife and daughter.”

Fu Lingxiao gave Lu Yuan a cold look, then turned and left, instructing the guard at the door, "Keep an eye on him. Don't leak a word of what you just heard!"

Back in the study, Fu Lingxiao leaned back in the armchair, rubbing his temples. He opened a drawer and took out a cigarette, lighting it with an azure flame.

A slender finger, articulated with distinct bones, grasped a cigarette, bringing it to the lips for a draw. A plume of white smoke billowed out, obscuring the handsome features beneath.

He turned his head to look out at the night, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with an indescribable gloom and dusk...

As dawn broke.

The rosewood ashtray on the desk was full of cigarette butts.

Fu Lingxiao slowly exhaled a plume of smoke, retracted his gaze, extinguished the cigarette butt, got up and returned to his room, washed away the smell of smoke, changed into clean clothes, and came to the medical building.

In the hospital room, Wu Guanjia was dozing off by the bedside, while the little girl curled up in the blanket and slept soundly.

Fu Lingxiao stood at the doorway, silently watching her for a moment before stepping inside.

Master Wu slept lightly. The slight sound of footsteps woke him instantly. Seeing that the young master was back, he got up and left out of consideration.

Fu Lingxiao walked over and lay beside Mu Xing, gently hugging her through the blanket.

A faint milky scent could be detected amidst the antiseptic smell of the disinfectant. Fu Lingxiao inhaled deeply, and the turmoil that had raged within him all night seemed to abate inexplicably, gradually calming down.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes.

Mu Xing was being held, wanting to turn over but unable to move. She opened her eyes, slightly furrowed brows, and woke up.

Finding herself held in a man's arms, her cheek pressed against his hard, warm chest, she could hear the powerful beat of his heart in her ear and feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath above her head.

Between his breaths, was a unique scent of ebony sandalwood.

Everything made her indescribably happy. She pressed against the man's chest, lightly rubbing it, and suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in her heart.

At the same time, the man gently stroked her nape, as if soothing her to sleep.

Mu Xing ignored the fleeting pain and continued to sleep against the man's chest.

Fu Lingxiao only slept for a shallow hour and woke up to look at the little person in his arms. As soon as he lowered his head, the little girl in his arms opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at him, "Uncle Xiao."

"I woke you up," Fu Lingxiao gently pressed his forehead against hers.

"No, I woke up myself."

After waking up, she continued to lie down but couldn't fall asleep again.

Fu Lingxiao rubbed his forehead against hers, releasing her slightly. His ink-black eyes stared at her, hesitating for a long time before finally speaking, "Baby, can you tell me about the details of the Mu family fire that year"

Mentioning the fire at Mu's house out of the blue, Mu Xing couldn't help but be taken aback.

After a few minutes, he nodded.

That evening, when I woke up, I didn't see my mother. I went downstairs to look for her and saw my father, mother, grandmother, and all the other people in the house lying unconscious in the living room. The curtains in the living room were on fire. I couldn't wake them up. I tried calling Auntie He, but she didn't answer. I wanted to go out and find help, but all the doors and windows were locked.

I ran to the second-floor balcony to call for help. The glass door on the balcony was also locked. When I moved a stool over to smash the glass, I saw Uncle Feng, who used to be the chef at my house, arrive. However, he didn't enter and suddenly left.

By the time I smashed the glass and ran to the balcony, there was someone standing downstairs. Unfortunately, he only showed one arm.

That person must be the murderer. I guess Uncle Feng ran away when he saw him. He was on the phone at the time, although I didn't see his face, I saw a scar on his arm.

Mu Xing reached out and pointed at the middle of Fu Lingxiao's forearm, "It's right here, the scar shape is very special. I can't describe it, but I remember it very clearly. These years, I was afraid I would forget, so I drew it in my little notebook. I'll get it back for you to see when I return."

Fu Lingxiao looked at the spot on his arm where Mu Xing had pointed, a hint of inkiness in his eyes.

"Then…" Mu Xing continued to recall.

But for some reason, she couldn't remember how she lost consciousness. She only vaguely recalled someone carrying her out of the raging fire, with everything behind them engulfed in flames.

Her next memory was waking up on Qingyun Mountain.

Mu Xing tried her best to recall the missing memory, but as soon as she thought about it, her head ached again. She clutched her head with one hand, "I can't remember... why can't I remember..."

The little hands were desperately clutching at their hair, the tiny body trembling uncontrollably, looking extremely pained.

Fu Lingxiao's heart ached. He hurriedly grabbed her hand, held her in his arms, and gently soothed her, "It's alright, alright, let's not think about it anymore. Let's just forget about it."

It took Mu Xing a while to calm down. She looked up at Fu Lingxiao, “Uncle Xiao, I feel like I must have forgotten something important.”

Fu Lingxiao's gaze met hers deeply. In fact, that day at the hot springs, when he heard the little girl say she suddenly feared water, he thought about it carefully and his head ached. He guessed that the little girl's memory was flawed. He originally planned to find a psychologist to see her.

But now...

He didn't dare to look for it anymore.

He was afraid that in the missing memory, there lay a truth they all couldn't bear.d now I spared her daughter's life. That settles things between us. From now on, I won't take care of her anymore. Regarding anything about her, please don't ask me again, Grandma.Old Madam Fu knew he...