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Gong Beiming was eating his egg-wrapped rice, trying hard to recall the events of the previous night, but the more he thought about it, the worse his headache became, his memory growing increasingly hazy.
He couldn't remember.
He couldn't remember a single detail.
After a long while, once the crushing headache had passed, he put down his rice spoon and hurriedly stood up.
"Wife..."
He called out her name, rushing upstairs.
"Young Master..." Butler Shi stepped out, extending a hand to stop Gong Beiming, wanting to say something.
But Gong Beiming was in no mood to speak with him, "Move, don't block my way!"
The study, the bedroom, the nursery… He searched through each room.
Without a trace of her, his anxiety grew.
Rushing down the stairs and circling the backyard, he broke into a sweat but still couldn't find Chi Xiaoyu.
He walked back somewhat dejectedly.