Chapter 1473 - 1396: He Came to Find Her
"I’ll go back once I find Mommy."
"So, have you found Mommy yet?"
"Almost."
"Daddy, you’re so useless. You’ve been chasing after her for so long and still haven’t caught up."
Being mocked by his own son, Jun Mochan’s lips curved into a helpless smile: "Daddy promises, in the fastest fifteen days, we’ll definitely go back. How about that?"
Bang, bang. A knock sounded suddenly.
The sound was so loud it felt like the person outside was banging with their life.
Jun Mochan frowned. Covering the receiver, he walked to the door. When he peeked through the peephole and saw who was outside, he spoke to the person on the other end of the call: "Baby, your mommy is here. I’ll talk to you later."
"Alright, Daddy, goodbye." The kid quickly hung up.
Jun Mochan shoved his phone into his pocket and opened the door.
"Who am I? And who are you?" Ye Ranran grabbed his collar and asked, "Why are you staying here? What are you trying to do?"
Have you remembered? Jun Mochan wrapped his arm around her waist. "You are Ye Ranran, and I am your husband, Jun Mochan."
Ye Ranran—Ranran! The name from her dreams.
Then what about those memories of Wen Cai? Were they all fake? If they were, why did her head hurt?
His voice continued: "I came to bring you back."
Bring her back? Bring her back for what? Was he trying to stir up even more chaos in her life?
Shen Yuzhe walked in from outside and gestured for Jun Mochan to hold Ye Ranran by her arms.
He gave her a sedative, and sure enough, she quieted down significantly.
When she woke up again, she felt less pain in her head, her expression calmer.
At this moment, the sound of knocking came again—it was obviously Fu Rong.
"Ranran, are you willing to come with me?" Jun Mochan hugged her tightly.
Go with him? Why would she go with him? Just because of some words he said?
At this point, Ye Ranran didn’t know who to believe. Her memory was wrong, even her parents and eldest brother were wrong.
She didn’t know what was true, nor did she know who she really was.
One side said she was Wen Cai, the other said she was Ye Ranran.
But who was she, really?
She herself wasn’t sure.
Seeing her silence, Jun Mochan understood her meaning.
"I know this is hard for you to accept right away. You have half a month left in your treatment, right? After half a month, I promise I’ll take you away. During this time, you can do whatever you want."
He was giving her time—to bid farewell to these fragmented memories.
"If everything you say is true, then I’ll be willing to go with you." She finally looked up, her calm gaze directly meeting his.
Her eyes were serene, like a still pool of water untouched by ripples, even if a stone were cast into it.
Jun Mochan knew she hadn’t truly calmed down yet. Such a reality was too shocking; even he had needed a day to process it.
But he had a stronger-than-average heart and relentless dedication to her. As for her, the forgotten version of herself... she had nothing left.
She couldn’t remember anything, couldn’t think of anything.
But her answer satisfied him. Even if she couldn’t remember, it was fine. Later on, he would help her rediscover it—so long as she was willing to go with him.
"I will make you believe. Now, close your eyes and pretend to sleep. Remember, today, everything you experienced is real. No matter what happens, you can’t forget again." He leaned close to her ear, his voice slow and deep, resonating like a spring breeze caressing one’s heart. Those words became engraved on her soul.