The man said nothing, turning his head to look out the window, not showing the slightest hint of jealousy.
They drove in silence, and Xu Qian could even feel the driver deliberately lowering his breathing.
After getting out of the car, the man strode into the villa, his pace unusually fast.
Xu Qian, of course, wasn't foolish enough to run after him, especially in her heels.
By the time she entered the living room, the man was nowhere to be seen. The room was empty, with only a vacant teacup left behind.
Xu Qian raised an eyebrow and returned to her room.
She had no intention of coaxing this man.
She sat on the bed, kicked off her high heels, and twisted her ankle. It felt a bit sore, and the tightness around her chest made it difficult to breathe.
Cheongsams were designed to fit the body closely, with the sizing often made slightly smaller. This one seemed to have been made too small.
Xu Qian pulled at the side zipper of the cheongsam. Suddenly, the door clicked open.
The young woman showed no panic. She pulled the zipper back down and turned to face the person who had entered.
Her eyes curved slightly, and she said sarcastically, "Mr. Tang, do you need to be taught how to knock?"
The man froze, his ears turning slightly red, unsure of what to say.
Xu Qian narrowed her eyes and scanned him from head to toe before sitting down on the bed.
"Go on, what is it this time?"
The man quickly regained his composure, his ears no longer showing color, his expression quite serious.
"You're coming out with me."
His voice was cold, no different from usual.
Xu Qian stood up and walked towards him barefoot.
He was dressed the same as when they had left, but... she inexplicably felt something was different.
This person, it was as if...
The young woman leaned forward and gently tugged his tie, looking up at the tear mole beneath his eye.
Ah, it was gone.
She chuckled lightly, "Alright, Mr. Tang, where are we going?"
"Mr. Tang" cleared his throat, "You'll know when we get there."
Xu Qian raised an eyebrow and put her high heels back on.
"Let's go."
The man deliberately slowed his pace, as if waiting for her.
Her steps were slower in heels, and Tang Zhishen would wait for her, but... not this obviously, not this slowly.
He chose a discreet black car from the garage and got into the driver's seat himself. Xu Qian also complied and sat in the passenger seat.
Once the car merged onto the main road, Xu Qian felt him inexplicably exhale in relief.
"Xu Qian, you know, don't you?"
Xu Qian's red lips curved slightly as she smiled, "Know what?"
The man unbuttoned his tie with one hand and tossed it onto the back seat.
"I am Tang Zhiyuan."
The young woman showed no surprise and retorted, "So, why did you ask me out?"
Tang Zhiyuan glanced at her, then returned his gaze to the road.
When they were children, the two brothers often swapped clothes to trick their parents, imitating each other so well that sometimes even their parents couldn't tell them apart.
But Xu Qian could distinguish between them so quickly...
"Did we know each other before?"
"Yes."
Tang Zhiyuan paused, then continued, "What was our relationship before?"
The young woman's eyes curved slightly as she glanced at his stern jaw.
"Have you forgotten?"
The man frowned, his voice growing colder.
"Tell me quickly."
Xu Qian crossed her arms and leaned back lazily against the chair.
It seemed he had truly lost his memory. The reason for his amnesia was likely related to his elder brother.
"If you can't remember, then forget it. It doesn't matter."
The man's chest heaved, and he abruptly slammed the steering wheel, pulling the car over.
"Xu Qian, just tell me."
This matter had been troubling him for nearly a week, severely impacting his normal life. He didn't want to drag it out any longer.
The young woman's eyes grew cold, and she said faintly, "Perhaps you should ask your brother? He might know better."