A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

"What happened before?"

Cheng Jianwei did not take the sake from his hand, but asked back in confusion.

Jun Sihan made an inviting gesture and said gentlemanly, "There are some things that I still need to discuss with Miss Cheng alone."

Seeing that she was unmoved, he pointed to Zhou Chenyu, who was drinking sake secretly in the distance and had a red face. "It's about Stars, Miss Cheng. It's too noisy here. Let's go talk somewhere else."

stars is Zhou Chenyu’s professional ID.

"Can your excuse be any more false?" Cheng Jianwei asked back calmly, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could see through his inner thoughts.

Jun Sihan’s expression darkened a little.

This was his last chance, was he going to fail?

Just when he thought Cheng Jianwei would not leave with him, she stood up from her chair and said, "But I also have some questions to ask you. Let's go."

"What's the problem?" Jun Sihan was ecstatic, his hoarse voice full of anticipation and excitement, "Moon, you still remember me, Moon, here!"

It's no secret on the Internet that Cheng Jianwei's nickname is Little Moon. Wen Xia stepped forward with some confusion and wanted to say something, but Cheng Jianwei gave him a look that said "It's okay".

"If we can have more contact with people before they lost their memory, there is a chance that we can restore their memory."

The doctor's words echoed in her mind.

Cheng Jianwei followed Jun Sihan and walked into a private room on the basement floor of the restaurant.

She paused for a moment, then calmly stepped into the room.

This is a spacious room with an overall retro European style. The chandelier on the ceiling casts warm light, which is reflected on the wooden floor, emitting soft light.

There are several oil paintings hanging on the walls of the room, and a rectangular cherry wood dining table is placed in the center.

There was no main course on the table, only a few desserts that looked delicious, and some exquisite silver and ceramic tableware.

There are two chairs on each side of the dining table, and there is also a chair on the side facing the door.

Cheng Jianwei looked at the chair facing her, and a picture flashed through her mind.

The strange foreign man stared at her and gave orders with a stern face: "Don't sleep, wake her up and let her play with Chris."

Cheng Jianwei felt a sudden pain in his temple, and the stranger's face disappeared from his sight.

"Sit anywhere." Jun Sihan said, walking behind her and closing the door.

Cheng Jianwei looked around and followed his body's instinct to choose a red chair on one side and sit down.

When Jun Sihan saw her choice, he became even more excited and wanted to confirm something.

Moon must have remembered something.

He sat opposite her, staring at her with burning eyes, his eyes like ripples in the deep blue ocean.

Cheng Jianwei sat calmly and took the initiative to say: "Didn't you say you had something to say? It's related to Stars, why don't you say it?"

Jun Sihan was slightly startled: "Moon, you didn't remember?"

Cheng Jianwei shook his head. Seeing him like this, he felt a little annoyed for some reason: "I don't remember anything."

Jun Sihan frowned, and forced a smile, maintaining a gentlemanly and polite appearance:

"Ms. Cheng, I've actually wanted to apologize to you on behalf of Li Ruoyu for a long time. It was her fault for spreading rumors about your relationship with Mr. Fu Ran. It was also because I was too indulgent towards her. Such things will never happen again in the future."

He stared at her. This relatively long Chinese sentence seemed a little difficult for him, but he spoke it very seriously and his words were clear.

"As for Stars, I am the coach of the Storm Team, but... I won't be one soon. I plan to return to the United States to manage the company after the Chinese New Year."

"I want to remind Ms. Cheng that Stars has performed very well this season and in the finals, and the management of Baofeng is considering poaching him."

Cheng Jianwei waited for him to finish before saying, "You should have paid for Li Ruoyu's breach of contract fee. She also posted an apology statement on Weibo. Since she paid the corresponding price, this matter is over."

Previously, Wei Ran found out that Li Ruoyu had paparazzi spread rumors about her relationship with Fu Ran, and also involved Sheng Ning, causing her to expose her relationship with Fu Ran and Sheng Shi.

Li Ruoyu's company was afraid that Wei Ran would come after them, so they immediately cut off ties with her.

Later, Zhou Ci Yan told her that Li Ruoyu had left China on the day he paid the penalty and announced his withdrawal from the entertainment industry and apology statement.

Jun Sihan's apology on her behalf meant nothing to her.

"As for the matter of Stars, he is Zhou Ci Yan's cousin," Cheng Jianwei's eyes rippled with tenderness when Zhou Ci Yan was mentioned, "I shouldn't worry that he will be poached by Bao Feng."

When he heard the three words "Zhou Ci Yan", Jun Sihan's pupils trembled.

Cheng Jianwei and Jun Sihan looked at each other and said slowly: "Compared to these, what I want to know is what happened in Italy eighteen years ago."

She was kidnapped and bought by someone from the Reynolds family. She gained Reynolds' trust without being tortured and was finally sent away by someone arranged by Zhou Ci Yan. Cheng Jianwei knew all this.

But even Zhou Ci Yan couldn't answer her what happened when she was with Reynolds.

"You forgot everything, didn't you? You said you would only be my moon, but you forgot everything, didn't you?"

Jun Sihan's face completely sank. Under the dim light, the scar on his face became clearer.

"Why can you be with Zhou Ci Yan but forget everything that happened? Moon, tell me why!"

He raised his hand and stroked the scar on the side of his face.

Those were the burns on his face after he was rescued from the fire.

Jun Sihan still has many burn scars on his body, all of which have been removed using various medical plastic surgery methods.

But he was unwilling to remove this scar.

This is his last proof as Chris, and also the last trace of his moon left for her.

His voice was hoarse because he inhaled a lot of smoke and dust at a fire scene, which damaged his vocal cords. Later, he deliberately avoided treatment.

Cheng Jianwei frowned when he heard Jun Sihan's sudden roar and stood up: "Eighteen years ago, you were just a child, so just forget it. As for who I am with, it has nothing to do with you."

She walked to the door of the room and grasped the door handle, but found that the handle could not be turned.

Jun Sihan's low and hoarse voice came from behind: "Why did you forget me and what you said?"

His tone was puzzled. "You clearly said that you like eating these desserts the most, and you like being with me the most. I prepared them all for you. I hired the most professional dessert chef to make them. They have the same taste as before, but you didn't even look at them."

Cheng Jianwei turned around and glanced at the exquisite Italian desserts on the table, and his temples began to hurt again.

It seems to have some effect.

"So you admit that you are the son of Reynolds," she said, turning, "and you locked the door?"

When Jun Sihan heard her mention "Reynolds", a faint blue flame seemed to burn in his eyes.

His eyes were red as he roared, "You remember father, but you don't remember me. Whether it was eighteen years ago or now, you have been lying to me from the beginning to the end, and you have been lying to me together with that despicable guy Zhou Ci Yan, right?"

When Cheng Jianwei heard his last sentence, the faint playful smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

"What did you say?"

She took a step forward, her inky phoenix eyes locked on Jun Sihan, her voice was clear, like the frost and snow of late autumn.

Jun Sihan's suppressed emotions were released at this moment, and he said regardless: "If it weren't for Zhou Ci Yan, Moon, we should have recognized each other a long time ago, in Yunqi, and when you went to the amusement park. It was Zhou Ci Yan who ordered people to cause trouble in my company, so I couldn't find you..."

Cheng Jianwei recalled the last time at the amusement park, all the players from the Storm Team were there, but Wen Xia said that Jun Sihan’s company had problems, so he didn’t come.

It turned out that Zhou Ci Yan was secretly preventing Jun Si Han from contacting her.

"Really? Have I lied to you before?" Cheng Jianwei said coldly, his eyes chilling and his tone playful.

"That's not surprising, because I don't like these desserts at all. I prefer... Zhou Ci Yan's chocolate."

"Zhou Ci Yan is just a substitute that my father arranged for me. Even his mother is just a substitute that my father found for my mother. His role is to die for me. Why do you care about him so much!"

Jun Sihan lost his mind, his face was ferocious and he spoke without thinking.

"Why can you remember a substitute but forget me? Why didn't Zhou Ci Yan die in--"

His words froze in his throat.

Cheng Jianwei walked forward without hesitation, crossed the dining table, grabbed Jun Sihan's hands, twisted his arms behind his back, and threw him to the ground.

She stared at him closely with cold eyes, and said in a voice that suppressed anger: "Say Zhou Ci Yan again, try it."

Jun Sihan felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he did not resist. Instead, he suddenly laughed. His laughter was hoarse and strange, and there was a strange satisfaction in his eyes.

"Moon, do you remember who I am? Do you want to feed me? Do you know that when you fed me before, Zhou Ci Yan might have been thrown into a 'cage' by his father, eating pig food -"

"You want to eat, right?"

Cheng Jianwei just imagined the scene of Zhou Ci Yan being abused, and his heart ached.

The broken images deep in my memory were like pieces of a puzzle, being pieced together again and emerging one by one before my eyes.

Her anger was completely ignited, and she exerted force with her hand suddenly. With a "crack", one of Jun Sihan's arm bones broke.

He groaned, and before he could scream, Cheng Jianwei picked up a portion of tiramisu on the table and stuffed it into his mouth along with the spoon.

"Um, cough, cough—"

Jun Sihan finally struggled. The pain in his arm made his face pale. Cold sweat oozed from his face and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth due to the friction of the spoon.

"It hurts so much..." Jun Sihan said, trying to break free from Cheng Jianwei's grip.

He had learned self-defense skills, but the moves seemed a little rusty because he hadn't used them for a long time.

Cheng Jianwei's movements were ten or even a hundred times faster than his. He kicked him in the abdomen and knocked him over.

This kick seemed as if she had done it countless times, and it was particularly smooth and skillful.

She froze for a moment.

"what--!"

As she kicked and hit him, Jun Sihan curled up in pain and couldn't stop screaming.

"Moon, you can't do this to me--" He spoke intermittently with his eyes wide open.

Cheng Jianwei grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

She dodged the cake crumbs on his face, punched him hard again, and whispered in his ear without any emotion: "Chris, you are still so easy to beat."

She remembered.

In an environment similar to the present, the dining table was overturned and the surroundings were a mess.

"Moon, I won't let you leave, you can't leave!"

The blue-eyed mixed-race boy had a bruised face and curly hair stuck to his face like a tangled mess, but he was holding on to the girl's legs tightly, as if that was his last straw.

Beside him, there were three unconscious adult men lying with gunshot wounds of varying degrees.

Dessert crumbs and cutlery were scattered on the ground; the sticky, solidified crimson color and the spilled dessert blended together to form a distorted oil painting.

"Let me go." Cheng Jianwei, who was still a little girl, bent down and put one hand on the wound on little Chris's injured arm, exerting force with her fingers.

Blood oozed from the wound, but little Chris still held her legs tightly.

"Father said, you are mine...you are my toy," he repeated stubbornly, "You can't leave."

"I belong to myself." Cheng Jianwei calmly drew his gun and looked down at him, his clear eyes devoid of any mercy.

"I am a human being, not anyone's toy. You and Reynolds captured me. Do you think I am a child who knows nothing and doesn't know what you are doing? And the others in the 'cage', when you took their lives for fun, did you ever think that they were also living people?"

Little Chris shook his head, his face getting paler. "That was done by Father, Moon. The others in the 'cage' are bad toys. You are different from them. I only want you."

Xiao Cheng Jianwei pointed the gun at one of his legs and said word by word: "You are not innocent."

"Oh!"

The door of the box was kicked open from the outside.

When Zhou Ci Yan rushed in, he saw Cheng Jianwei controlling Jun Si Han's struggling body, with his other hand clamping his head and knocking his head to the ground again and again.

There were scattered cutlery on the ground, and the sweet smell of cream mixed with the smell of blood.

Jun Sihan's entire face was cut by some sharp ceramic fragments and was covered in blood. His facial features could not be seen clearly, but one could see the smile on the corner of his lips.

Cheng Jianwei's face was as calm as a blade, his slender white fingers were stained with Jun Sihan's blood, his white shirt was rolled up, revealing his forearm muscles that were tense due to the exertion.

Those clear and deep phoenix eyes were beautifully raised at the corners, with burning anger and deep-rooted hatred surging in the bottom of the eyes.

"Tell me, who is whose toy?"

"Boom, bang, bang—"

The sound of the head hitting the ground echoed clearly in the empty room.