My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 897: Abao, Your Wife Has Come Looking for You

Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere was lively, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

Everyone had something to talk about, which improved their appetite and undoubtedly helped the restaurant’s business.

Though the topics lacked substance, they served as a form of entertainment.

In this close-knit community where people frequently saw each other, everyone felt comfortable speaking their minds without hesitation.

"Hey, Doctor Liu is here. You’re eating here today?" The slightly plump owner chuckled and quickly invited him to sit at his table.

"Of course, unless you think I can survive on medicine instead," Doctor Liu shot back, maintaining an air of superiority: "You layabouts, gathering at mealtime just means trouble. You’re either gossiping about Yan Sinna picking up a man as a husband or debating whether Abao is some big shot’s son. Do you people ever talk about anything else? It truly is like a pig worrying about it not being fed when the dog’s heart is elsewhere." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Doctor Liu entered the restaurant and sat next to the slightly plump owner, looking down on everyone like he was a notch above.

Balding and sharp-tongued, Doctor Liu might seem harsh, but he had a kind heart and naturally mingled with them.

"Doctor Liu does have a sense of humor, doesn’t he? Surviving on medicine? Sure there’s science behind it, and if anyone can do it, it’s Doctor Liu. His words are practically gospel. I’ve heard he used to be an expert at a big hospital."

"Doctor Liu certainly has a good relationship with the Mayor. He even treated the Mayor’s wife for some gynecological issues, rumored to be a peculiar smell that was cured thanks to his magical hands. The Mayor truly has a big heart, meeting Doctor Liu late in life and almost wanting to become sworn brothers. Usually, a man would be fuming if a doctor treated his wife and even prescribed medicine, but it seems our Mayor is quite exceptional."

"What do you guys know? I heard the Mayor himself messed around and caught something, then used the excuse of treating his wife to have Doctor Liu cure him. Can you blame the Mayor for being grateful? With the Mayor’s personality, if Doctor Liu had really examined his wife and applied medicine, wouldn’t he despise Doctor Liu?"

"However, Doctor Liu isn’t lacking in intellect. His words are quite philosophical, too. What does it mean, ’like a pig worrying about it not being fed when the dog’s heart is elsewhere’? Who’s the pig? Who’s the dog? Ha-ha, very profound!"

Doctor Liu’s words sparked a series of reactions, provoking lively discussions full of chattering voices.

"You lazy folks, always picking bones from eggs, talking nonsense without knowing where you even heard it. And you dare gossip about the Mayor? Watch out, or you’ll be in for a rough time!" Doctor Liu smirked, not bothered by their idle chat.

"It’s the barefoot who don’t fear the ones wearing shoes. Who’s afraid? Even if the Mayor were here, we’d still gossip. Because if we can’t speak freely, what’s left in life?" Someone laughed casually.

The slightly plump owner turned around curiously, asking, "Doctor Liu, do you think Abao can regain his memory?"

"Staying in this small town? Forget about it. If a familiar person takes him to familiar places and guides him with treatment, he should remember who he is. But being so busy that he hasn’t time to ponder who he is makes it tough. The longer it drags on, the harder it will be to recover his identity," Doctor Liu insightfully said, "Ultimately, it depends on Abao himself. If he’s determined to recall, progress will be swift. But if he doesn’t want to remember, then figuring himself out will be difficult."

"Doctor Liu certainly knows his stuff. These words shot straight to the heart. Indeed, relying on oneself is paramount. No matter what, trouble follows if you abandon your effort," the slightly plump owner sighed but didn’t forget to caution, "Abao, did you hear what Doctor Liu said? You must strive to remember who you are. Headaches won’t matter; they’re part of the recovery process. If you yield to fate and forsake your search, it won’t be good when someone comes looking for you later, especially if you have a wife and kids. If you casually joke around with someone like Yan Sinna, that’s a second marriage; that’s a crime. We don’t want to be complicit in such crimes!"

"I will remember who I am. Thanks for your kind words." Ye Fan gratefully nodded.

Yan Sinna chimed in, "Ice Cube is quite determined, often poking and pinching himself. Whenever he has a moment, he’s fixated on recalling who he is. So, everyone needn’t worry so much."

Yan Sinna didn’t understand Ye Fan’s actions, nor could she know his actions were meant to stimulate himself, by employing the Divine Acupoint Method, rather than simple poking and pinching.

As the discussion heated up, a car stopped outside the restaurant.

Then, a few beautiful women stepped out.

It was Mengyao and her group.

Mengyao, Qiu Wen, and Du Xueqi, joined by two other women, walked into the restaurant.

"Abao, your wife is here for you. Look, they are so pretty, prettier than the posters of stars!"

"Abao, find out which of the seven women is your wife."

"How strange, our town hasn’t seen such stunning women, and now seven appear all at once."

The restaurant grew lively again, as unabashed talk ensued.

These remarks were pure jest, as intuitively they sensed Abao wasn’t ordinary and that such an extraordinary group might indeed be searching for Ye Fan. As for wives, it was naturally in jest.

Little did they know, nor could they foresee, their words would prove prophetic.

Yan Sinna chuckled, not minding.

Ye Fan was taken aback, his mind swirling as if something was about to emerge, but then intense pain suppressed the thoughts he almost recalled.

Unable to control himself, he looked at Mengyao’s group a few more times, and amidst his excruciating headache, his face twisted, but he didn’t care.

He instinctively felt these women were familiar, like shadows lingering in his soul.

Yet, capturing that familiarity eluded him, the harder he tried, the more lost he became.

Mengyao’s group, upon entering the restaurant, clearly heard the teasing and playful chatter.

"Who’s looking for a wife?" Mengyao softly asked, unperturbed by their jokes, instead playing along.

"Cough, cough..." Many were startled, leading to several coughing fits, those eating choked, and those drinking spluttered.

The scene turned rather comical.