Chapter 328: Volume 1 Chapter 328 Prison Cell (13)

The heart transplant surgery lasted six hours before ending; due to her poor constitution, she stayed in bed for a full half year.

During that time, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, she often saw the villain bustling around her bedside, holding her hand, as if he had endless words to say.

One month before she fully regained consciousness, Fu Shao Huai went to the battlefield; hearing from 777, the Hua Guo president had died, civil war continued, and several bordering countries jointly attacked, so as the army's commander-in-chief, Fu Shao Huai naturally had to go to the front.

Now the nation's war is in chaos, the people are anxious and suffering beyond words.

Fu Shao Huai's situation is difficult; he not only has to face external invasion, but also guard against Hua Guo high-ranking officials framing and assassinating him.

Afraid she would think she was living on someone else's life, the heart in the transplant surgery was a matching heart he found among a thousand prisoners in an enemy country, or rather, a person about to die.

The record of the heart's source was placed in a folder on the bedside table; obviously arranged by Fu Shao Huai, deliberately letting her know so she wouldn't feel blame or guilt.

When she woke up, a faint broadcast came from the radio outside.

"Hilly Province has completely fallen, enemy troops are gradually approaching…… Commander Fu Shao Huai has no remains……"

As Qiao Yu walked in, the radio's sound abruptly stopped.

Jiang Zhi heard the voice, lifted her heavy eyelids, her pale lips slightly parting: "You… you are……"

Seeing Jiang Zhi wake up, Qiao Yu suddenly stood up, his face full of excitement, saying: "You finally woke up."

Jiang Zhi struggled to sit up; her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint red.

"Are you a doctor?"

Her gaze was unfamiliar as she asked tentatively.

Qiao Yu, seeing this, gently smiled and said: "I am your fiancé."

During her coma, he added other drugs to the medicine she injected daily; those who took it would experience fragmented, disordered memory.

This is a drug Qiao Yu developed in the medical lab that can affect memory.

Jiang Zhi murmured: "Fiancé…?"

She sat quietly on the bed; her fingers resting on the blanket were slender, with clear bluish-green veins visible.

Qiao Yu approached, took her hand: "You had surgery, possibly losing some memories; don't worry, you'll remember them later."

Jiang Zhi raised her forehead, looking at their clasped hands, feeling a slight warmth.

"Mm." she replied softly.

Qiao Yu then gently rubbed her soft, smooth long hair, the touch making one reluctant to let go.

Jiang Zhi asked: "What surgery did I have?"

Qiao Yu replied: "Heart surgery."

Jiang Zhi lifted her finger to cover the heart area on her chest; its beat was steady and regular, faintly revealing a hint of pain.

A blurry memory flashed across her mind, and her forehead ached slightly.

"I seem to have forgotten a very important memory."

Seeing this, Qiao Yu's expression grew solemn and complex as he held her in his arms, soothing her softly: "It's fine; later we'll have better memories."

Eyes hidden behind were filled with jealousy.

These years, he has constantly concealed his feelings, daring not to let that madman notice even a trace.

Qiao Yu clearly knows that Fu Shao Huai, like his mother, is a lunatic.

Toward the one he loves, he harbors an obsessive, pathological possessiveness, allowing no one to covet her.

If Fu Shao Huai were to learn that he likes Jiang Zhi, he would probably never see her again.

But no matter how he hides it, he cannot escape a man's notice.

Afterward, Fu Shao Huai no longer allowed him near the Fu residence, imprisoning the girl in a room and letting no one approach.

How could Qiao Yu resign himself to that?

He wanted to see her, even just once.

…

"I'll take you home; perhaps you'll recall something." Qiao Yu said with a smile.

Jiang Zhi obediently replied, "Okay."

Since Fu Shao Huai is already dead, there is no one left in this world to stop him from approaching Jiang Zhi.

Qiao Yu thought darkly.

…

One week later.

The wedding date is approaching.

Jiang Zhi's body remained very weak; she could not walk normally, only able to sit in a wheelchair, pushed forward by someone.

She changed into a pure white wedding gown, applied light makeup to her face, and coated her lips with a rosy lipstick, adding a touch of vivid color to her fair, snow-like complexion.

Many people came to the front hall, all there to attend her and Qiao Yu's wedding, yet she didn't know a single one of them.

In the dressing room, Jiang Zhi looked at the person in the mirror, slowly lifted her finger, picked up an eyebrow pencil from the table, and traced her brows.

{Villain Fu Shao Huai Hatred Value 100 points}

{Congratulations, Host completed the mission. }

777 asked: "Host, do you want to leave this world?"

Jiang Zhi's red lips parted slightly: "Not leaving for now."

The villain Fu Shao Huai faked his death merely to lure out those Hua Guo officials who wanted to move against him, and to completely quell the border warfare.

But he never expected that after returning from battle, his wife would be gone.

Hatred Value reaching 100 points indicates he has learned the news that she will marry Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu used drugs to make her lose her memory, forgetting everything, even fabricating a beautiful, moving story for her, hoping she would wholeheartedly marry him.

When Jiang Zhi just woke up, she really had lost her memory, but it returned after a few minutes.

The amnesia drug must have expired.

777 trembled as it said: 'Host, the villain will arrive here in thirty minutes; aren't you going to run?'

Jiang Zhi shook her head: 'This time I won't run.'

After waiting half an hour in the dressing room, a stranger walked in and said, 'Miss Jiang, the wedding is about to start; I'll push you over.'

A thin white veil covered her whole face; the wedding dress dragging on the floor was clutched in her arms, and the girl behind her pushed the wheelchair outward.

The wedding held in the hotel was extravagantly luxurious, rose bouquets of various colors dotted the entire aisle, the tables and chairs in the hall were empty, only a lone figure stood at the center of the stage, clad in elaborate, cold military uniform, tall and straight, staring intently at her with pitch‑black pupils devoid of any light.

It was like a dark, cold winter night sky, sending shivers down one's spine.

The woman pushing her wheelchair had vanished; only the man in military uniform before her remained, stepping closer step by step, his combat boots tapping the floor with a 'tap‑tap' sound.

Jiang Zhi raised her brows; the man's handsome, god‑like face grew clearer, golden light cascading down his stern, cold brows and eyes, his lips curved in a deep arc, the beast lurking in the depths of his pupils seeming ready to devour and crush her.

"Zhizhi, I'm back, aren't you disappointed?" the man said in a low, icy voice, devoid of any warmth.

Jiang Zhi looked at the man standing close and asked, 'Who are you?'

Fu Shao Huai, hearing that, suddenly stepped close, his fingers gripping the back of her head, he watched her unfamiliar expression and gave a gloomy smile.

"Did you forget me? So you're marrying Qiao Yu?" He grabbed her into his arms, helped her walk to the front of the stage, and said, 'I told you, in this life you are mine.'

Having said that, he manipulated her body to complete the wedding ceremony.

The man was like an extremely dangerous lunatic, his force not gentle at all, almost as if he wanted to dig his fingers into her flesh, to fuse with her.