CHAPTER 1413: CHAPTER 1336: IDENTITY

"Drive back, and call Tang Sheng over."

Tang Sheng arrived swiftly; Fu Rong had already laid the person on the bed.

He brushed aside the black hair obscuring the woman’s face, and, seeing the horrid countenance, turned his head away: "Ah Rong, are you out of your mind, bringing back a corpse?"

Even catching a fish would have been better, yet he actually brought back a corpse, has he gone mad?

"She’s not dead yet, save her." Fu Rong spoke with an icy detachment.

"Why?" Tang Sheng raised his eyebrows, the woman’s faint breath made her difficult to save.

Why should he go to such lengths to save her?

"Save her." Fu Rong repeated coldly.

Tang Sheng shrugged: "Alright then."

He had someone change her into clean clothes, then inserted various devices into her body to sustain her vital signs, before starting to treat the wounds on her face.

During disinfection, he caught sight of those familiar brows and eyes, hesitated with his hand, and murmured, "Similar, really similar, no wonder."

They had unintentionally entered the cruise ship that had gone out to sea, but while it was easy to get in, their discovery made it troublesome to leave.

It took quite an effort to leave.

Tang Sheng looked at the face that no longer bore distinguishable features: "What if her face is ruined?"

"Give her a new one."

Tang Sheng did not respond, he simply silently began the preparations.

After the face transplant was complete, they returned to Fu Rong’s private residence!

Tang Sheng looked at Fu Rong, troubled: "Do we really have to do this?"

"Any questions?" Three words, brief and cold, true to Fu Rong’s style.

"No." Tang Sheng approached the operation table and implanted the chip into Ye Ranran’s mind.

From then on, she would be another person, the person from before, truly dead.

"She was saved by me, so naturally, she is my person from now on." Fu Rong watched the person on the bed, the frost in his brows melting, yielding to a softness.

"Uh, young master, I think you should investigate a bit, perhaps she’s not pure." There was a large scar on her abdomen, most likely from a cesarean section.

This meant that the woman had given birth to a child, she was a married woman, is it really appropriate for him to forcefully imbue another person’s memories into her?

"What need is there of purity for the dead?" Fu Rong’s gaze swept over the ring on Ye Ranran’s hand: "Get rid of anything that shouldn’t be kept."

"Alright."

Fu Rong sat for a while and then left, Tang Sheng finished the surgery and saw the ring with the moonstone on Ye Ranran’s hand, and took it off.

He put them into her pocket: "Forget it, I’ll leave you some mementos, although you probably won’t be able to remember ever again."

Two months later, Ye Ranran woke up.

After a prolonged slumber, she couldn’t adjust to the sudden light, a pair of large hands covered her eyes.

The temperature of the hands was familiar yet carried a hint of strangeness.

About ten minutes later, the hands were lifted away, and she finally saw the person in front of her. Willow-leaf shaped eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, delicate facial features, and a cool demeanor, all as she remembered in her memory.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Fu Rong asked.

Ye Ranran shook her head: "No, just a bit weak."

"You haven’t fully recovered, you’ll be better after some time." Fu Rong helped her adjust her sleeping position to make her more comfortable: "I’ll go call Tang Sheng."

Tang Sheng helped Ye Ranran with a check-up, during which Fu Rong stepped out to take a phone call.

"Do you know what your name is?" Tang Sheng asked cautiously.

Ye Ranran smiled: "Tang Sheng, your question is so strange, I haven’t lost my memory, how could I forget? I even remember clearly how I got hurt."

Her name is Wen Cai, the chief secretary of F country’s administrative chief. Two months ago, during an assassination attempt on the chief, she bravely took a bullet for him and ended up here.