1413: C1413 The Final Fantasy of Years ago

C1413 The Final Fantasy of Years ago

When Duan Chuhuang specifically told Duan Xiangning to ask Lee Nanfang if he knew his name, she was still puzzled.

In her opinion, even if Lee Nanfang was like the male lead in Uncle Cheng Long's Who Am I, not knowing who he is would not change the fact that he is Lee Nanfang.

As long as she could 'coax' Lee Nanfang into believing that she was his wife, was it very important for him to call her a cat or a dog?

However, Duan Chuhuang had to make her ask this question.

He also said that Duan Family would only be able to formulate a plan for the next step based on Lee Nanfang's answer after asking this question.

The ultimate purpose of all these plans was to let Lee Nanfang firmly believe that he was the son-in-law of Dali.

It was Duan Xiangning's husband!

Only by proving this, would Duan Xiangning's position in the Duan Family rise to be second only to Duan Chuhuang.

To be able to become an existence that was second only to Duan Chuhuang among the Duan Family's younger generation, this was Duan Xiangning's ambition when she first married into the Lu Family.

However, as time passed, her growth in Jiangbei became more and more difficult, and her spirit slowly faded away.

Especially this year, after being ordered by Duan Xiang to kill Lu Hang on the Great Wall, being able to live on in peace with her dignity had become Duan Xiangning's greatest wish.

But now —

As long as she could do better, not only would she be able to live on in dignity, she would also be able to become a second only to Duan Chuhuang among the Dali's younger generation.

The water flowed higher and higher.

Since she was young, Duan Xiangning had always been unwilling to become a part of the pond. Thanks to the favor of the heavens, she had unintentionally seized this opportunity to turn the tables on the salted fish. Could she not do her best to obtain a higher position and live a better life?

As for the matter of her having a flash of inspiration, after she brought Lee Nanfang back to Dali to pay her respects to Lord Tai Shan, she would not care about what her legal husband, Lu Hang, had to say.

Everything, would be settled with the appearance of Dali and Duan Clan.

At that time, not only would Lu Hang not fart, he would also be very happy.

After all, he was a man with a lot of self-respect. He didn't want others to keep him a lover for life.

Thus, after Duan Chuhuang gave the order, Duan Xiangning immediately asked that question.

She was very nervous when she asked Lee Nanfang about her name.

She was sure that two nights later, Lee Nanfang's memories of the past were like when she lifted up a full moon and sucked out those things with her little mouth and swallowed them into her stomach. However, she wasn't sure if he would really forget his name.

Everyone's name was given to him by his parents right after he was born. It could even be said that he was remembering his death.

If Lee Nanfang still remembered that he was Lee Nanfang, then Duan Chuhuang's plan would have to change in a disadvantageous direction.

Fortunately.

Lee Nanfang was actually … unable to determine his name.

Only then did Duan Xiangning's tensed heart relax. She then softly told him, "No, you're not Lee Nanfang. You're called Ye Shen."

"My, my name isn't Lee Nanfang?"

Lee Nanfang was stunned and confused, "My name is Ye Shen?"

"Yes."

Duan Xiangning nodded, "Your name is Ye Shen. Leaves of leaves, the spirit of Shenyang. "

The name Ye Shen was the name that Lee Nanfang once used.

The name he used to be known as "plagiarism" came from Hua Yeshen.

When Hua Yeshen had disregarded her dignity to climb up to the Helan Family's gate and ask He Lan to operate it and withdraw Holan Fusu, who had gone to rescue Yue Zitong from the Mexico, she had known certain things. With this, she became completely disheartened and decided to go to the Phoenix Dance Bar to indulge herself.

Ye Shen, that was the voice of Night God.

It was also because of that beautiful encounter, which left a deep impression on Lee Nanfang, that made him remember this name and became his "stage name" in Jindi Club.

As for how Duan Chuhuang knew his "stage name", it was not a problem at all for the dignified Southern King.

However, when Lee Nanfang heard Duan Xiangning's name, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face: "My name is Ye Shen, Leaves' Ye, Shen Yang's Shen?"

"Yeah, your name is Ye Shen."

Duan Xiangning was most afraid of Lee Nanfang thinking about it now.

Of course, he wasn't worried that Lee Nanfang would have a headache when he thought about it when they just met.

She was worried that Lee Nanfang would suddenly recall the past through something familiar to him.

That way, her 'tricks' would be completely exposed.

Although Boss Lee was extremely generous to women, even if he knew that he was cheated by Duan Xiangning, he wouldn't touch a single one of her fingers.

But he would hate her from then on.

No man likes to be deceived by a woman.

Even if this woman took the crazy love for him as the motivation to live on.

If that was the case, would Duan Xiangning, who was loathed by Lee Nanfang, still be able to obtain the status she wanted in the Duan Family?

Definitely not.

That was why she was afraid.

Lee Nanfang didn't say anything for a long time and frowned.

Duan Xiangning felt depressed and forced a smile. Just as she was about to say something to interrupt his thoughts, Lee Nanfang spoke again: "But, I think I should call Lee Nanfang."

Bang!

This was Duan Xiangning's heartbeat.

Had the thing she was most worried about happened?

Fortunately, she had already mentally prepared herself so that she could maintain her composure on the surface. She forced a laugh. "Haha, why do you think so?"

"I don't know either."

Lee Nanfang shook his head and said honestly.

The car that was moving at a steady speed shook slightly.

Duan Xiangning's nerves, which had been stretched taut because of her extreme worry, suddenly relaxed, causing all of the strength in her body to instantly disappear. She was unable to control the steering wheel as she instinctively reacted.

He didn't think of anything, as I had feared.

Gingerly inhaling, Duan Xiangning pursed her lips. She once again tightened her grip on the steering wheel and said softly, "Don't worry. We will have a lot of time in the future to reminisce about your past." "I, I will help you."

Lee Nanfang nodded carelessly. Looking at the mirror outside the window, he seemed to be deep in thought as he said, "I feel that the name Lee Nanfang has a very special meaning to me."

"What special meaning?"

Duan Xiangning quickly asked.

Lee Nanfang was silent for a moment. Then, he answered with a desolate tone, "I don't know why, but when you said I was Ye Shen, not Lee Nanfang, some very strange memories suddenly surfaced in my mind."

Duan Xiangning asked again, "What, what footage?"

Deep in the night, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. In the distant northwest horizon, a faint red light could be seen.

A tall and slender woman in white clothes with her hair down to her bare feet suddenly raised her hands and screamed towards the sky. She was stunned for a long time after she saw his appearance and kneeled down to look at him.

His incomparably mournful cry suppressed the raging wind: "Why, why did you let me give birth to this freak!"

Screaming, the woman in white leapt up from the ground and dashed into the pouring rain.

He crazily rushed forward, and from time to time he somersaulted on the ground. His forehead touched the stone, and blood flowed out, but was quickly washed away by the rain, drowned by her miserable screams: "I don't want this monster, I don't want it! My child, how could he be a freak? "Oh my god, haven't you punished me enough in these ten months?"

Amidst the screams, she rolled and crawled like a white-clothed woman being chased by demons. Soon, she disappeared into the boundless rainy night.

The cry of the newborn baby under the tree was ignored.

"Sigh. "What a sinner."

With a faint sigh, two people came out of the forest.

The lightning that kept tearing the dark clouds apart could make the blank memory template of Lee Nanfang flash and display the appearance of the two people.

One was a thin man in his forties while the other was a beautiful girl in her twenties.

It's like watching a movie — who's to say that a person who has lost their memory can't see a movie?

Lee Nanfang saw the man walk over, kneel down on one knee in the mud, and look at the baby who was also waving his limbs in the mud. Lee Nanfang saw the man walk over, kneel down in the mud, and look at the baby who was also waving his limbs in the mud.

Although the man was petite, he was still an adult after all. It would be easy for him to pick up a newborn baby.

But in fact?

The man kneeling on the ground didn't even touch the infant, despite the torrential downpour of rain that was blown by the strong wind and viciously smashed against the tree for a full three minutes.

Under the cold rain and long period of crying, the newborn baby's body turned blue under the light of the lightning tearing through the dark clouds. The movements of its four limbs became much smaller.

This was not winter, but a stormy night!

It was impossible for a newborn baby to survive in such a harsh environment for too long without being cared for by the adults.

After all, his internal organs, especially his respiratory system, had not fully developed yet.

Seeing that the baby's struggling movements and wails were getting softer and softer, the man who was kneeling on the ground didn't move at all. The beautiful lady who was standing beside him couldn't hold it in any longer and also knelt on the ground, bending over to reach out to hug the child.

However, he was stopped by a man: "Little Bridge, don't move."

The girl called Little Bridge suddenly raised her head.

Crack!1

There was a clap of thunder above his head and a flash of blinding lightning passed by. Lee Nanfang, who was watching a movie, could clearly see that the lady named Little Bridge was still covered in tears.

It wasn't rain. It was tears!

Although Lee Nanfang had lost his memory, he could still distinguish between tears and rain.

If it was rain, there wouldn't be maternal love in the eyes of the girl with the small bridge.

Especially when she asked the man in a hoarse voice, her tone was filled with grief and indignation. "Why?"

"Because, I'm afraid, he's not that child."

The petite man did not dare to look at the bridge directly. He lowered his head and answered in a low voice.

"Whether he is the child or not. Even if he is only a Premature Failure Child, I cannot just watch him die like this. "

The little bridge excitedly said. It reached out its hand to push the man's hand away from her chest. "Take it away, take your hand away!"

Although the man was small and thin, the arm that was holding the child was like cast iron. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move it in the slightest.

"Take it away, take it away!" How could you men be so heartless! In order to verify whether or not he is that child, I can only watch as he slowly dies! "

The small bridge let out a mournful cry. Suddenly, it lowered its head and opened its mouth to bite the man's arm.

She hated these men to death. For some reason, when she could lift a baby out of the mud with a single stretch of her hand, she ruthlessly watched him slowly walk towards death.

Therefore, he exerted quite a bit of force when he bit the man's arm.

A mouthful of blood.

The man trembled in pain, then returned to normal.

It was as if the small bridge was not biting his arm.

He still didn't back down in the slightest.

After the taste of blood spread through Little Qiao's mouth, she let it go and raised her head. She sobbed pitifully, "Please, let me save the child."

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