Nan Cheng paused, not knowing whether to say it or not.
Jiang Mohan frowned. “Why aren’t you talking?”
“You bought this ring from an auction. I’ve never heard of you planning to gift this to anyone,” Nan Cheng muttered with a hung head. He dared not to look at Jiang Mohan’s eyes, fearing that the latter would realize the guilt in him.
“Is that so?” Nan Cheng could not hear any emotions in Jiang Mohan’s tone. The other man’s eyes were half-lidded. There was a niggling feeling in him that told him the ring was meant for someone.
However, he could not remember who.
Nan Cheng looked at his conflicted expression and hesitated to speak.
Sometimes, Nan Cheng felt that this was good news, as for Jiang Mohan to court Zong Yanxi again was too difficult. Moreover, an excellent man has appeared by Zong Yanxi’s side, and his presence made courting her back even tougher.
If Jiang Mohan did forget about her, perhaps he could meet another woman and spend the rest of his life with her instead.
Buzz.
Nan Cheng’s phone suddenly rang, and he took out his phone to accept the call. It was from the company, telling him that there were issues that needed Jiang Mohan to settle. As they could not get through Jiang Mohan’s phone, they called him instead.
“I understand. We’ll go back as quickly as possible,” Nan Cheng replied.
After hearing the response from the other end of the line, he ended the phone. Lifting his head to look at Jiang Mohan, he uttered, “President Jiang, there are many things in the company to settle. Let’s go back.”
Instead of agreeing to his words, Jiang Mohan said, “Head out first. I need some space to think.”
He felt as though he had forgotten something important, but no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he could not.
Jiang Youqian was sitting on a bench in the corridor. When he heard the creak of the door, he raised his head to see Nan Cheng exiting the room. “What did my brother say to you?”
Nan Cheng sat down beside him. “What are your thoughts about President Jiang’s illness? You’re his family; I don’t have the right to make the decision.”
Jiang Youqian’s mind was in a mess, and he had yet to come to a decision.
“I don’t know.”
Evidently, he wanted Jiang Mohan to regain his memories. Yet, at the same time, he was afraid of the risks of the surgery. After all, it was brain surgery.
It was always better to be safe than sorry.
He could not bear the risk.
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