usatvline Chapter 379 Tampering with Memory
Chapter 379 Tampering with Memory
She was referring to the beautiful actresses on stage with both expressive voice and emotion.
It was Qiao Huaizhou, one of the leaders of the Elders' Council, who was married to Feng Yiren. This was also the only marriage within the Elders' Council in recent decades.
Originally, this marriage was not favored.
With Feng Yiren's explosive temper and Qiao Huaizhou's calm and elegant personality, wouldn't the Qiao family be completely exploited?
However, it is not.
For example, singing opera is one of Qiao Huaizhou's hobbies. This rough man who has always been only interested in combat weapons has worked hard to practice his opera singing skills for him.
"How is your recovery going?" Feng Yiren asked.
"Your question is redundant. You should all have a copy of my test report."
Feng Yiren paused while stroking the tea: "Still the same temper."
Qi Yan didn't respond.
Feng Yiren reminded while holding the tea lid.
"Don't forget the meeting tomorrow. You must attend this time."
"I will be there," Qi Yan clasped his hands together and repeated, "I will definitely be there."
"..."
Feng Yiren paused for a moment as she placed her hand on the pear wood armchair, looked at her with an unpredictable look in her eyes, and suddenly asked.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"have eaten."
"That's good."
Feng Yiren put down the teacup, pulled up her sleeves to reveal her sturdy forearms, and took the Overlord Sword handed to her by the theater manager.
"Today, I will sing along with you in this play of Overlord."
"Ding——"
Without any buffering time, the chair Qi Yan was sitting on broke into two pieces.
In this back hall, all the props are real swords and guns. If Qi Yan hadn't reacted quickly, the two people on the ground would have been her.
Qi Yan stood behind Feng Yiren without her knowing.
"Your way of greeting me is always so 'unique'."
As Feng Yiren glanced sideways, the sound of a blade breaking through the air was heard.
In order to prevent his head from being chopped off, Qi Yan quickly lowered his body and kicked Feng Yiren's lower body with a sweeping kick.
She seemed to have anticipated this, and using the force of the Overlord Sword to jump up and dodge, she counterattacked at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and spoke loudly.
"Let me see if your strength has declined."
The two men fought back and forth, neither of them touched the other at all, but they did destroy a lot of items in the theater.
The Hua Dan who was singing stopped singing when she saw this. She stood on the stage and looked at the two people with her delicate brows furrowed. For a while, the only sound in the hall was the sound of fighting.
'哐——'
The Overlord Sword cut it in two.
Feng Yiren lay on the ground in a shabby manner, looking at Qi Yan who was standing beside her without any sign of fatigue, breathing softly and smiling with satisfaction.
"After all these years, you haven't changed."
"Is that enough?" Qi Yan lowered his eyes, "After so many years, I have to fight with you every time I come back. It's better to change the rule."
"Haha..." Feng Yiren's chest vibrated.
"By the way," Feng Yiren asked before she got up, "what did you implant into my brain?"
Feng Yiren: “?”
"what did you say?"
"I know you are setting up a scheme to bring me and the boss of the Pei family together, but just randomly making up memories in my head is too much."
Qi Yan stared into her eyes and gradually felt colder.
Feng Yiren didn't react at first, but she soon understood the reason.
It is probably because her memory is slowly recovering and her cognition is distorted.
"The Elders' Council is not as bad as you think..."
"So it was you who did it?"
The Elders Council has the technology and strength to do so.
"..."
Thinking of someone far away in the imperial capital, Feng Yiren was silent for a long time and then acknowledged it directly.
“You could think so.”
Qi Yan's concerns could be a good thing for them. Even if they recover their memories, they might think that it was fabricated by the Elders Council, and thus develop a natural aversion to that person.
This is the result they are happy to see.
After getting a positive answer, Qi Yan was not angry, nor annoyed, nor hysterical, he just said.
"You guys are really outrageous, why do you do this?"
"You should have a marriage partner, but you have been unwilling to do so, so we have to resort to some extraordinary measures."
Feng Yiren spoke very sincerely.
"So you just made a fake one? Why not just let your original memories appear all at once?"
"The technology is not yet up to par, and slowly those memories will emerge one by one."
"..."
Qi Yan seemed to have accepted it and did not continue to ask questions. Her lack of accountability made Feng Yiren feel strange.
She turned around and said, "It's getting late. I'm going back."
When Qi Yan was leaving, he met a female lead who was walking off the stage. She nodded to him and said, "Uncle Qiao."
"Miss, long time no see. Come to my house for dinner when you are free. Uncle Qiao will cook." Qiao Huaizhou said with a smile.
"I will definitely go if I have the chance." Qi Yan said.
"Your aunt and I will wait for you."
Something flashed across Qi Yan's eyes when he left.
Whether what Feng Yiren and Pei Yuchen said was true or not, she would know once she went out to check. If she couldn't go out, the truth would no longer matter.
Qiao Huaizhou gathered the costume and walked to Feng Yiren, looked around, and sighed.
"I told you, if you want to fight, get out. Why are you destroying my theater?"
"Stop nagging me," Feng Yiren straightened the wrinkled collar of her clothes, "and replace them all with new ones for you."
"You are the only one who has money," Qiao Huaizhou stretched out his hand to help her, "Let me do it, you are so clumsy."
Feng Yiren lowered one eyelid and wiped the thick oil paint on his lips with her fingertips: "Go and remove your makeup."
"Why, is that enough?"
Feng Yiren rubbed off the red between her fingers and said calmly, "I don't want to have a mouthful of greasy paint."
"..." Qiao Huaizhou glared at her, "Not serious."
He changed the subject: "Miss will attend tomorrow's meeting?"
"She will go, but..." Feng Yiren half-hugged his waist and went backstage, "I'm afraid tomorrow will be a mess, so you should talk less."
"Didn't I just wait and see that time?" Qiao Huaizhou was unhappy.
"Just keep watching."
"Yiren, I've always wanted to say, don't listen to Old Yu anymore, he's using you as a tool everywhere..."
"I know." Feng Yiren pushed him in, "Go take off your makeup."
"You are a blockhead!"
Qiao Huaizhou cursed her and went backstage with anger.
Feng Yiren leaned against the waiting area with her arms folded, her eyes fixed on the direction Qi Yan left, her lips tight.
There are some things that are not up to her.
The low-rise buildings outside the building are divided into 3 zones.
When Qi Yan was called here, suddenly, Yuan Yuan appeared with sparkling eyes.
"Young Patriarch, you are finally back! I missed you so much!"
"Well, thank you," Qi Yan responded, "What did you call me for?"
"Oh, I wanted to tell you that Xiaohua has grown so fat under my care. You haven't seen her for a long time, and you probably don't even recognize her."
Yuan Yuan began to rummage through her uniform pockets.
"Little flower?"
Who is that?
"Meow~"
As Qi Yan finished speaking, a soft cat meow was heard at his feet.
Look down.
A chubby calico cat appeared before her eyes, staring at her with its round dark brown eyes, twisting its body and rubbing against her legs.
Qi Yan's body froze: "I picked it up?"
"Yes," Yuan Yuan was surprised, "Have you forgotten? It was delivered about four years ago."
"..."
Qi Yan stepped back and dodged.
But this little thing is very clingy. No matter how far away you walk, it will stick to you, blinking its big eyes and calling softly.
Yuan Yuan: "It still likes you so much."
Qi Yan pursed her lips and slowly squatted down.
Xiaohua immediately rubbed her hand, which was soft and warm. She touched its head with her backhand, and the cat purred comfortably.
Qi Yan found it magical.
She actually picked up such a small thing.
I remember the one I brought back last time was not as big as usual...
This one is not small.
Qi Yan was rubbing Xiaohua's fat belly which had turned over on its own initiative, and was thinking, when a black figure flashed around the corner.