"If it's not Muo Huangnian, then of course it's great. If you are Mo Shiche, then our marriage is only natural, because you love me and I love you. But that's not the case, is it?" she said with a tilted head and a smile, her voice indistinguishable in its intent, "You are Muo Huangnian."
The amnesiac Mo Shiche was not really Mo Shiche—he was Muo Huangnian.
It's just that she was always thrown into confusion by this man, never quite sorting out who he really was—
He maintained a sarcastic smile, "Then as you wish."
Luo Qiangwei also curved her lips, smiling at him, "What do you mean by that?"
"You know very well. If I am to marry you, I certainly cannot be Muo Huangnian," Mo Shiche's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers lightly tracing her cheek, "Moreover, Senior Madame Mo transferring her shares to me, would only do so under the name of Mo Shiche. So I might just fulfill your wish—become Mo Shiche again."
