Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 37 Amnesia

Jiang Liwu knew that Wei Xifeng would have an attack and treat her like a wild beast, but she didn't expect this day to come so quickly and so suddenly. Wei Xifeng's condition had clearly started to improve recently, and this was like going back to square one.

Uncle Wang sprained his ankle and almost fell when he rushed to find Jiang Liwu, but he didn't care about himself. "Miss Jiang, it's terrible! The head of the family has fallen ill, but... but this time the situation is very different. You must go and see him quickly!"

Hearing Uncle Wang say this, Jiang Liwu also became a little anxious, her expression showing worry. "Okay."

Seeing the two of them in such a hurry, Qiao Yiran bit her lip upon hearing that Wei Xifeng had fallen ill. Since the incident where she and Xue Ling were discovered escaping, she had rarely left her room and had even intentionally tried to minimize her presence, all in order to wait for Wei Xifeng to calm down. She came out now because she heard that Xue Ling had already left.

Qiao Yiran also knew that Xue Ling would never come to see her again, nor would he silently protect her.

Qiao Yiran felt a little empty inside, but at least the matter was completely over.

She looked unwell because in the past, when Wei Xifeng fell ill, she was the first person people notified, but now it was Jiang Liwu.

Clenching her fists, Qiao Yiran felt a surge of intense resentment and impatience, and she quickly followed behind the two.

When Jiang Liwu saw Wei Xifeng, he was huddled in a corner, and the servants and bodyguards could not get close to him because he would instinctively hide if they did.

Wei Xifeng looked at Jiang Liwu with unfamiliar eyes, as innocent and clear as a newborn child. At this moment, his eyes were full of vigilance. He tried to appear calm, but his body was trembling. He was barefoot, with his thin but strong feet, his hands wrapped around his knees, and his head was half buried in his knees. His behavior clearly showed that he was afraid of everything.

Uncle Wang was extremely anxious. "Miss Jiang, this is the situation you see. The patriarch has amnesia and doesn't remember anyone." Wei Xifeng is the patriarch of the Wei family. If he can't recover like this, wouldn't things be in chaos?

“Miss Jiang, didn’t you take the head of the family to the hospital? You should know what his condition is now. Do you have any way to calm him down, awaken his memories, and make him turn back?” Compared to this Wei Xifeng, Uncle Wang and the others would rather face the bloodthirsty, violent, and destructive Wei Xifeng. At least that kind of Wei Xifeng felt familiar, and the feeling of his fist hitting their face was real.

But they were completely helpless when faced with Wei Xifeng and his group, who were like cubs; they had absolutely no experience in taking care of children!

“Okay, I’ll go over there…” Jiang Liwu gestured for everyone to step back a little further, and was about to walk towards Wei Xifeng when Qiao Yiran suddenly came out from behind and said firmly, “Let me go.”

Her voice startled Wei Xifeng, who was hiding in the corner.

Qiao Yiran continued, "Let me go. I've been comforting Wei Xifeng's condition for three years; it's my job."

"Oh, so you've changed your ways," Uncle Wang stared at Qiao Yiran with a sharp gaze that seemed to see right through her. In the past three years, when had Qiao Yiran ever been so dedicated to Wei Xifeng's condition? Every time, she had to resort to coercion and persuasion to appease Wei Xifeng.

Uncle Wang's gaze turned mocking. Qiao Yiran naturally thought of what she had done over the past three years, and her face flushed red. She clenched her fists and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I am sincere."

Uncle Wang looked at Jiang Liwu, who nodded. "If things don't look good, we'll retreat. We must ensure that Xiaofeng isn't further agitated."

Qiao Yiran felt uncomfortable hearing Jiang Liwu say that. Retreat? She was sure she could do it!

Jiang Liwu had comforted Wei Xifeng countless times; she had stayed by his side for a full three years.

In the past few days, Qiao Yiran has also figured it out: Wei Xifeng's attitude towards her could not possibly be based solely on the initial transaction.

She could clearly sense that Wei Xifeng's special treatment of her was different from that of other women.

However, this special relationship was broken by the appearance of Jiang Liwu. Before that, Wei Xifeng clearly couldn't live without her, needed her by his side in everything, and was often attracted to her, staring at her face in a daze. What else could this be but liking someone?

"Slap—" Wei Xifeng slapped away Qiao Yiran's hand that was trying to help him up, and breathed warily at Qiao Yiran.

Qiao Yiran covered her red hand, feeling somewhat embarrassed and hurt, but more so unwilling and eager to perform in front of everyone.

"Wei Xifeng, it's me. I'm Qiao Yiran, don't you remember me?"

“I’m someone you brought back yourself. You said I belong to you and that I should stay by your side for the rest of my life and never go anywhere else.” Qiao Yiran said, reaching out to Wei Xifeng again. Wei Xifeng looked at her with suspicion, his eyes still wary, but he no longer showed any resistance.

Qiao Yiran was delighted, feeling that her reassurance had worked and that Wei Xifeng must be thinking about her identity. So, in order to help Wei Xifeng get to know her more quickly, she moved even closer to him.

As a result, Wei Xifeng, who seemed to tolerate her approach just a second ago, bit her wrist fiercely without hesitation the next second.

Caught off guard, Qiao Yiran's legs went weak and she fell to the ground, crying out in pain. She tried desperately to pull her hand away but to no avail. Provoked by her actions, Wei Xifeng saw her pushing him and concluded that she was trying to hurt him. So he subconsciously bit her even harder, and bright red blood flowed from the deep flesh between his teeth.

Seeing that something was wrong, Jiang Liwu, Uncle Wang, and several bodyguards immediately stepped forward.

Wei Xifeng, who had been stubbornly refusing to let go, suddenly released Qiao Yiran upon seeing this. He thought that so many people were approaching him to beat him, so he immediately shrank back into the corner, trembling and making whimpering noises. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, revealing sharp teeth. He looked both cowardly and fierce.

Qiao Yiran clutched her hand in distress, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain. The family doctor quickly came over with his medical kit to treat her.

Jiang Liwu didn't stop and continued walking towards Wei Xifeng. Seeing this, Qiao Yiran immediately said, "Wei Xifeng really doesn't remember anything. If Miss Jiang doesn't want to get hurt like me, she shouldn't go over there." If Wei Xifeng has forgotten even her, how could he remember Jiang Liwu, who hasn't been in the Wei family for very long?

If she couldn't calm Wei Xifeng down, Jiang Liwu certainly couldn't.

Jiang Liwu did not back down but slowly squatted down in front of Wei Xifeng.

Seeing that Jiang Liwu wouldn't listen to her advice, Qiao Yiran felt that Jiang Liwu was ungrateful and would regret it when she got hurt too.

Qiao Yiran stared intently at the two of them, not missing a single detail.

Knowing about Wei Xifeng's childhood experiences, Jiang Liwu already knew what role Wei Xifeng was playing when she saw him like this.