The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Nian Xiaomu's position was too far back.

She tried her best to lean forward, but could barely see the figure on the stage clearly. There was no way she could get a good look at Mo Qian.

The images in her head continued to appear in bits and pieces.

Feeling rather uncomfortable, she had her hand supporting her head as she rested against her chair.

Her assistant, seated beside her, noticed there was something amiss with her and asked, "Manager Nian, are you alright?"

"Thank you to everyone who's present for coming…"

Before Nian Xiaomu could utter a word, Mo Qian's deep voice sounded through the microphone at the podium, reaching the ears of everyone present.

Nian Xiaomu's head started to hurt even more.

An avalanche of fragmented images that appeared in her head made her unable to see anything clearly.

All she could hear was a buzzing sound ringing in her ears.

It was deafening.

Nian Xiaomu's face instantly turned pale.

Her arms were gripping the hand rest of the seats tightly, with a force that could almost break it.

Her veins were popping on her arms.

"Manager Nian! Manager Nian!" her assistant anxiously called out to her.

Nian Xiaomu wanted to say that she was fine, but her lips quivered slightly, and not a single word came out of her mouth.

She could only feel her whole body emitting cold sweat.

There wasn't a part of her body that felt particularly painful, yet she felt an uncomfortable sensation all over.

Especially her head, which she felt was going to explode at any moment!

Only when Mo Qian's speech had ended and he had left the podium, did Nian Xiaomu slowly come out of her stupor.

Her assistant was so flustered that she had almost called an ambulance.

"I'm fine, maybe I've been too tired these past two days. I'll be fine after I rest for a while, " Nian Xiaomu muttered before leaning forward to rest on the table in front of her.

She wasn't sleepy but felt extremely tired.

She could see a dozen unfamiliar images before her.

But when she tried to get a clearer picture of them, she could not do so no matter how hard she tried.

While she tried hard not to recall these memories, they had come out in fragmented images like these in her head.

Nian Xiaomu felt as if she was fighting a battle with herself. As she rested on the table, she gradually fell asleep…

This time, she did not have any dreams.

She only suddenly heard someone calling her name in her ear.

She wanted to respond, but her eyes were struggling to open.

The next second, she felt the warmth of a hand on her forehead, and she let out a comfortable murmur in her sleep.

It was as if she could feel that the hand belonged to Yu Yuehan, and she instinctively dug her head towards his palm.

"Nian Xiaomu, how can you fall asleep in such a state like a pig simply attending a conference? You're really something." Yu Yuehan watched as she propped her head onto him, and he pinched her face hard. Nian Xiaomu woke up almost instantly due to the pain.

Her eyes were wide and her head was raised in bewilderment.

The people around her had left and the room was almost completely empty as the conference had ended.

Even the team of employees representing the Yu Corporation had gone back to the hotel to rest under Yu Yuehan's instructions.

At the massive event venue, the number of people left could be counted on one hand.

"Where's Mo Qian?" Nian Xiaomu recovered from her trance and asked.

Yu Yuehan narrowed his dark pupils and replied with a faint smile, "You fell asleep in such a state and you still remember Mo Qian. Should I compliment or tease you?"

"…"

She had only wanted to take a short rest but never expected that she would fall asleep until the conference had ended.

"Executive Assistant Yang said you weren't feeling well. What's wrong?" Yu Yuehan asked worriedly, despite having teased her earlier.

Nian Xiaomu couldn't express which part of her was not well either.

It was just that in her head, the images she had seen previously started to flash past again. She pursed her lips.

"My seat was too far back, I couldn't even get a good look at Mo Qian. But, for some reason, I feel like I've seen him before…"

"You've seen him?" Yu Yuehan asked with his brows raised.

Nian Xiaomu nodded. "I can't seem to remember when, but he gives me a very familiar feeling."