"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Hu Xian'er asked, picking up the green onion her mother had dropped, a look of confusion on her face.

"Ahem... Nothing, really. I was just so surprised. I never expected Master Zhiguang to pass away. You know, when I was back in the country, I constantly heard legends about Master Zhiguang! Decheng, isn't that right?" Mom quickly recovered, smiling as she spoke.

Dad also snapped back to attention, glanced at Liu Hui, and said, "Yes, that's right. I heard Master Zhiguang was deeply compassionate, saving people from suffering, and deeply loved by the local populace. Look at the news; so many people are spontaneously going to pay their respects."

Liu Hui watched the citizens flocking to mourn Master Zhiguang on the screen and murmured, "But why does this Master Zhiguang look so familiar? Have I met him somewhere? Why can't I remember?"

Mom chuckled, "Perhaps you've only seen a portrait of Master Zhiguang? If you had truly met him, how could you possibly forget?"

Dad laughed too, "Exactly, exactly. By the way, is our meal ready yet? My son and I are famished." He then casually turned off the television in front of him.

Mom clapped her hands with delight, "The food is ready, we can eat right away. Son, hurry up and wash your hands, don't just stand there."

Liu Hui pondered for a moment, unable to recall anything about Master Zhiguang, so he let it go. He obediently went to wash his hands, just as his mother had asked when he was little. Hu Xian'er, however, was completely bewildered; Liu Hui’s parents were behaving in such a drastically contrasting manner today.

The family gathered together, a rare occasion, enjoying their meal and conversation. Yet, the more Liu Hui ate, the more awkward he felt. Anyone unaware of their true relationship would never have guessed they were father, mother, and son; they looked more like siblings dining together.

Hu Xian'er noticed Liu Hui's discomfort. She discreetly squeezed his palm and then playfully stuck out her tongue at him.

After dinner at his parents’ house, Liu Hui and Hu Xian'er said their goodbyes to head home. Liu Hui was preparing to calm his mind and properly contemplate the confusion he felt upon seeing Master Zhiguang at his parents' place, only to see Hu Xian'er pacing in front of him wearing a tight suit, occasionally wiggling her hips and chest at him. Liu Hui instantly grew hot under the collar; all thought of contemplation fled, and he swept her up into his arms.

Hu Xian'er gasped, panting softly, "No, let go of me, you perverted boss..."

Liu Hui grinned wickedly, "Heh heh, since you dare call me a pervert, I might as well act the part for you, oh hehehe..."

Then, Liu Hui carried Hu Xian'er onto the bed...

Liu Hui was incredibly vigorous, as Hu Xian'er's delicate submission gave him a powerful sense of conquest. The two wrestled until the dead of night before finally drifting into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Liu Hui opened his eyes, the sunlight was glaring directly into them. He smiled, recalling the previous night's wild abandon, and started to get up, only to suddenly feel he had forgotten something profoundly important.

Liu Hui froze, immediately sitting upright, furrowing his brow as he desperately tried to recall what crucial thing he had misplaced.

Since last year, Liu Hui had occasionally experienced this feeling of forgetting something important in the mornings, but the sensation remained vague and intangible, causing him considerable distress. This morning, the feeling returned, and it was growing stronger and clearer because now he was acutely aware that he had forgotten something vital to him.

Liu Hui sat there, racking his brain. Every period of his life since he gained memory—from childhood through elementary, middle, and university years, participating in his first job in Chuzhou, returning to Bashan to start his own business, all the way to establishing the Starry Sky Group—all these decades felt crystal clear in his memory. He couldn't find any noticeable issues, let alone a major forgotten event.

Liu Hui slapped his head forcefully. Although he could recall every specific event, a persistent sense remained in his mind, as if a critical piece of information was missing. Liu Hui began to connect the dots: perhaps what he forgot wasn't from this life, but from his previous existence as Wang Jin?

As Liu Hui sat there organizing his memories, Hu Xian'er awoke. Seeing him sitting rigidly still, she asked, "Shuinui, what's wrong?"

Liu Hui confessed miserably, "Xian'er, I don't know why, but lately I’ve had this persistent feeling that I’ve forgotten something. But as for what it is, it remains fuzzy, completely impossible to recall. This morning, however, the feeling sharpened. Now I know clearly that I've forgotten something extremely important to me."

Hu Xian'er responded, "Shuinui, are you hallucinating because you've been working too hard lately?"

Liu Hui hesitated, "That seems unlikely, doesn't it? Am I truly hallucinating?"

Hu Xian'er said, "Whether it's a hallucination or not, I can't say. Why don't you see a specialist in psychology? Perhaps they can help you."

Liu Hui was terribly distressed by his current mental state and felt helpless. "But we don't have a single psychologist at our 'Starry Sky Terminal Illness Hospital'! And I don't know any outside therapists. If I go looking for one elsewhere, won't people mock me?"

Hu Xian'er retorted, "Who would dare mock you? Your current achievements are unmatched. Stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Does anyone in this world know absolutely everything?"

Liu Hui managed a weak chuckle, "But with my status, if a psychologist managed to pry out my secrets, that would cause immense trouble."

Hu Xian'er thought for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, "Shuinui, do you remember meeting someone at that reception hosted by the Hong Kong government? A man named Qin Zhou."

Liu Hui replied, "Of course I remember him. That Qin Zhou actually dared to flirt with you, trying to seduce you! Luckily, I acted first."

Hu Xian'er laughed, "No way! You remember a man you met only once that clearly!"

Liu Hui said fiercely, "I certainly remember him. He used his status as your senior alumnus to try and become my romantic rival, so he left a deep impression on me."

Hu Xian'er pursed her lips and smiled, "What a jealous man. They just exchanged a few simple words, and he became a rival in your imagination. You truly are domineering."

Liu Hui smiled back, "My own wife must always be kept under close watch; what if she accidentally gets lured away?"

Hu Xian'er turned serious, "Shuinui, do you remember what Qin Zhou's profession was?"

Liu Hui stated, "He introduced himself as a clinical psychologist who runs a private practice in Hong Kong." As he finished speaking, he saw Hu Xian'er looking at him with a knowing smile.

"Xian'er, no way! Are you suggesting I..." Liu Hui groaned in distress.

Hu Xian'er blinked her eyes and laughed, "What? Are you afraid to go?"

Liu Hui asked, "Is there no other psychologist in the entire world besides him?"

Hu Xian'er became earnest. "The reason I want you to see Qin Zhou isn't for any ulterior motive; it’s because he is good, genuinely professional. I’ve read many journalistic interviews with Qin Zhou, and they all highly praised his professional skill. Qin Zhou is extremely famous in Hong Kong now; people often have to book appointments months in advance just to see him for therapy."

Liu Hui sighed, "But... fine. I'll have someone check into it first, see if he's really as formidable as the rumors suggest."

Troubled by the problem he faced, and with no other options seeming viable, Liu Hui resigned himself to seeking out a psychologist out of sheer desperation.

Three days later, Liu Hui boarded a hover fighter jet with Desheng, the aircraft quickly ascending as it sped toward Hong Kong.

"Desheng, is this Qin Zhou really that capable?" Liu Hui asked.

"Boss, Qin Zhou is not only revered as a master in the field of psychological research in Hong Kong, but he is also very famous internationally. Wealthy individuals with any psychological issues invariably seek treatment from him," Desheng replied.

"He's that formidable? But he didn't seem that old," Liu Hui noted.

"Boss, Qin Zhou is indeed young; he's only half a month younger than you. Moreover, Qin Zhou is famously arrogant. If Miss Xian'er hadn't personally reached out, he might not even have agreed to treat you!" Desheng explained.

"So, you're saying if it weren't for Xian'er's favor, they wouldn't have even agreed to see us?" Liu Hui muttered, feeling deflated.

"Well... that seems to be the case. Their clinic's treatment slots are booked solid for another half a year," Desheng confirmed.

Liu Hui fell silent. Having to admit he might have a mental illness, then needing a psychologist who seemed indifferent to his plight—it was a significant blow to his pride.

Soon, the hover fighter jet arrived silently over the Starry Sky Group's Hong Kong headquarters. Under the personal protection of Desheng and over a dozen security personnel, they made their way to Qin Zhou's clinic.

Desheng dispersed the security detail to surround the small clinic while he personally accompanied Liu Hui inside.

As they entered, they immediately saw an elderly man cleaning near the entrance and a beautiful female nurse stationed at the front desk.

"Is that Mr. Liu Hui?" The beautiful nurse looked up from an appointment ledger as soon as Liu Hui walked in, speaking sweetly.

"That's me. Where is Dr. Qin?" Liu Hui asked.

"Mr. Liu, Dr. Qin is waiting for you in his office. Please follow me." The lovely nurse finished speaking and led Liu Hui toward the office, Desheng quickly trailing behind.

The nurse escorted Liu Hui into an office where a doctor in white scrubs was reviewing a case file. "Dr. Qin, Mr. Liu has arrived."

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