So she made all sorts of preparations, just so she could help Cecilia Gu whenever needed—always ready to step in.
Molly Yun was about to rest when her phone suddenly buzzed: "Hey, what have you been up to lately? Haven't heard from you in months!"
The message was signed: J.
Who was J, anyway?
She'd always used this phone number; Molly Yun never bothered to change it.
But the past few months had been quiet—no strange numbers, no random texts or calls.
So she never bothered cleaning up her WeChat, QQ, or her contacts list.
So who sent this message now?
Out of habit, Molly Yun tapped into the sender’s Moments feed.
One look, and a chill ran down Molly Yun’s spine!
The feed was full of bloody, violent posts.
What kind of person was this, anyway?
Who on earth had Molly Yun been friends with before?
Every single one of them was a total mess.
Molly Yun decided not to respond.
Just as she was about to block him, another message popped up: "Molly Yun, what’s your problem? Why aren’t you replying? Didn’t you say you were into Ken Han? Why haven’t you made a move? Did you already sleep with him? Damn it! You’re mine! If you dare sleep with Ken Han, I’ll destroy you!"
Molly Yun frowned.
What a mess!
She was sure—this body hadn’t done anything messy at all.
She hadn’t even lost her virginity yet.
So what did J mean by that message?
Molly Yun almost asked who Ken Han was, but then thought better of it. No point getting tangled up with these people—might as well just block and disappear.
Just then, a voice message popped up. Molly Yun tapped play, and a cocky man's voice blasted through the speaker: "Listen up, Molly Yun! Any woman I, J, have my eye on never escapes me! Even if you like Ken Han, it won't work! If you don't believe me, I'll chop off Ken Han's fingers and mail them to you!"
Psycho!
Total nutcase!
So Molly Yun was never really his anything—he just decided she belonged to him because he liked her?
Right, she was Molly Yun now...
Without a second thought, Molly Yun blocked him!
Five minutes after blocking him on WeChat, her phone rang.
Molly Yun hesitated, then picked up. "Hello? Who's this?"
"Molly Yun, who are you trying to fool? You dare block me? When you borrowed money from me, you didn’t block me then, did you? You’ve got some nerve now, huh?..." The guy launched into a nonstop tirade.
"You say I borrowed money from you? Got an IOU?" Molly Yun waited until he'd finished ranting, then replied, "I had a serious illness and forgot everything from before. If you have an IOU, I'll pay you back with interest."
Yeah, the amnesia excuse works everywhere.
Works in every country, every era.
"Molly Yun, who are you trying to fool? An IOU? With your chicken scratch handwriting, you can barely write your own name!" The rant continued, and Molly Yun had to move her computer away from her ear.
Alright then.
No wonder they’re suspicious.
The old Molly Yun really was a mess.
Her handwriting was terrible.
Her education was a disaster.
Her style was totally alternative.
Not that alternative is always bad—some are highly educated. But the old Molly Yun was the worst kind.
When the guy finally ran out of steam, Molly Yun calmly said, "I told you I have amnesia, and I really do. I don’t remember anything from before!"
Before she could finish, the guy got his energy back: "Molly Yun, you think you’re the heroine of some romance novel? Amnesia? Why not time travel while you’re at it?"
Molly Yun gave a bitter smile. She almost wanted to admit it!
"Cut the crap! Pay up or sleep with me!" The guy wouldn’t let up: "If you dare get together with Ken Han, I’ll chop him up! And why aren’t you in Y Province anymore? Where are you now?"
Molly Yun was suddenly grateful she was in S City.
Otherwise, this would be a nightmare.
"Then go chop him." Molly Yun, exhausted, hung up.
Soon after, a WeChat message popped up: "Molly Yun, just because I’m not interested in you, you got J to chop me up?"
Molly Yun:
What the heck is all this?
How did the old Molly Yun ever find this guy attractive?
To be fair, she’d always been surrounded by elegant, well-educated young men—she’d never met anyone like this before.
Guess everyone has their own taste.
"Molly Yun, listen up—I, Ken Han, already have someone I like. Stop pestering me! I’ll never fall for you!" Ken Han sent a nasty message.
Molly Yun let out a sigh.
If the original Molly Yun saw these words, she’d probably be heartbroken.
Too bad she didn’t feel a thing.
She glanced in the mirror. The face looking back wasn’t as delicate as before, but still sweet and pretty.
How could such a nice girl not know how to cherish herself?
Molly Yun didn’t hesitate—blocked them both again!
Let that ridiculously narcissistic Ken Han and overly confident J fight it out together!
Molly Yun just shut off her phone and decided not to bother with those two lunatics anymore.
With that, she slept better than she had in ages—so satisfied, so peaceful.
The next morning, she turned her phone back on.
Oh my god!
Her phone was exploding with messages!
WeChat was blowing up.
There were tons of missed messages from when her phone was off.
Messages everywhere.
Molly Yun didn’t even need to check—she already knew what they were about.
She wondered if she should just change her number.
Deleting messages as she walked out, Molly Yun looked up and saw Yi Hai Jiang coming out too. She greeted him, "Morning."
"Morning." Yi Hai Jiang’s eyes landed on Molly Yun, then on her phone.
System message, not part of the story—skip translation.
What was she frantically deleting?
Walking downstairs together, Yi Hai Jiang, taller than her, glanced down and saw Molly Yun deleting messages without even reading them.
In the dining room, Molly Yun was still deleting messages nonstop.
How many messages were there?!
Yi Hai Jiang couldn’t help asking, "Did you visit some weird website last night?"
Instantly, Molly Yun got it. Her fingers froze mid-delete, a dark line forming on her forehead.
As if she’d do something like that!
The housekeeper directed the chef to bring out breakfast, and even while deleting messages, Molly Yun remembered to thank both of them.
Yi Hai Jiang watched Molly Yun’s manners and poise—so different from how she used to be.
She wasn’t even fit to carry her shoes before.
"Eat first, then delete." Yi Hai Jiang couldn’t help saying, "You don’t have to go to the expo today, right?"
"But I need to check things out and report back to Xi Xi. Boss Mu will be super busy today, so she won’t have time to update Xi Xi herself. I’ll do it." Molly Yun replied without looking up, "Xi Xi is the general manager at Danny Corp—she can’t let anyone take advantage of her."
Yi Hai Jiang chuckled, "You really think anyone dares mess with Xi Xi?"
Molly Yun laughed too. "True. Guess I’m just being overprotective. Fine, I’ll wait for Boss Mu’s instructions today."
Yi Hai Jiang’s eyes flashed with something unreadable. "Want to go explore? S City is the headquarters of the Yin Corporation—almost everything here belongs to the Yin family. If you use your Yun family name, you’ll probably get everything for free."
Molly Yun smiled. "Sounds good. I haven’t gone shopping in ages. But forget the freebies—I can afford to pay for what I buy!"
After breakfast, they headed out shopping together.
Molly Yun had great taste—she picked out several outfits for Yi Hai Jiang, and even the salesgirl couldn’t help but praise her choices, saying they suited his style perfectly.
Molly Yun didn’t just pick clothes for Yi Hai Jiang; she picked out a smart-casual outfit for herself too.
Just as Molly Yun was about to pay, the salesgirl looked up, half surprised, half suspicious, and blurted out, "Are you... Molly Yun?"
Molly Yun froze. "You are...?"
No way.
Could someone in faraway S City really recognize her face?
What are the odds?
"You really are Molly Yun? Wow, I barely recognized you! You’ve totally changed! Didn’t you used to mess up even the simplest Chinese characters? How come you’re so classy now? And how do you have so much money—you can actually afford Gucci?"
Molly Yun sighed helplessly. "Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was really sick—I don’t remember anything!"
Yep, keep using the amnesia excuse!
Anything she didn’t want to explain, just blame it on amnesia!
It’s the perfect excuse!
"Ha, you’ve got some nerve! By the way, who’s that handsome guy with you? Weren’t you chasing Ken Han before?" The salesgirl looked Molly Yun up and down. "No wonder you’re here—you’ve snagged yourself a tall, rich, and handsome one!"
Just then, Yi Hai Jiang saw Molly Yun still standing there and came over. "So? Do you like the clothes?"
Yi Hai Jiang turned to the salesgirl. "Please wrap it up."
He handed over his credit card. "The PIN’s on the card."
Molly Yun immediately refused, "No, I’ll pay for myself..."
"Taking a lady shopping and making her pay? The Jiang family would never live that down." Yi Hai Jiang laughed. "Don’t worry—even if the Jiangs aren’t as rich as the Yins, I’ve got more than enough to spend for a lifetime."
The salesgirl’s eyes lit up at his words!
Definitely tall, rich, and handsome!
A real tall, rich, and handsome guy!
Tall, rich, and handsome!
The salesgirl didn’t hesitate—she turned around and went to swipe the card.
"But isn’t that a bit much?" Molly Yun looked at Yi Hai Jiang. "We agreed—each pays for their own."
Yi Hai Jiang laughed. "Yeah, I pay for the clothes, you pay for the drinks!"