TVSFPAG -Chapter 144 Could He Be Suffering from Split Personality?

“I’m very clear.”

Chu Jinhan lowered the hand that had been pinching his brow and turned to look at Shen Younan.

“As long as he can take responsibility, it doesn’t matter who holds these things. If this farce can be brought to an end, that would also be a good outcome.”

……

Shen Younan left with a complicated mood.

The man had changed a lot after returning—so much that she could no longer recognize him.

Her painstaking plans seemed to have turned into a joke.

Her so-called revenge—he simply didn’t care at all.

The study returned to silence.

Chu Jinhan leaned back on the sofa, not moving for a long time. The throbbing pain at his temples surged like waves.

His brows and eyes were filled with pain.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again, his gaze turning cold once more.

What nonsense had he just been talking?

Wei Ke, who had been waiting outside the door, walked in. Seeing his ever-changing expression, his heart couldn’t help but tighten again.

“C-Chu… Mr. Chu, are you alright?”

“Call Feng Quan over here!”

Wei Ke hurriedly made the call. Feng Quan was the doctor who had previously examined Chu Jinhan. Wei Ke thought to himself that the aftereffects might be quite serious—could it really be turning into split personality?

After a moment, Wei Ke said awkwardly, “Dr. Feng might be busy. He didn’t answer.”

Chu Jinhan’s expression darkened. “No need to call again.”

“Alright…”

“Right now, go and find out which shareholders Chu Xiūye has been close to. Exactly how many have defected to his side.”

“Alright.” Wei Ke responded quietly.

Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang.

A ringtone sounded:

“Wine goes down the throat, bringing new sorrow,
My beloved is far across many lands,
Past memories choke like a thorn in my throat,
Foolish devotion hard to take back,
Hating countless times, yet still longing for a lifetime together…”

……

Wei Ke fumbled to pull out his phone. Seeing Chu Jinhan’s increasingly dark expression, he didn’t even check who was calling and quickly hung up.

Chu Jinhan’s temple veins twitched. “Change that ridiculous ringtone.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll change it right away!”

Wei Ke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and selected a system ringtone. Before he could set it, the phone rang again.

He nearly flung the phone away in fright.

Fortunately, he answered in time. It was Dr. Feng calling—but at this point, he no longer needed him.

Wei Ke didn’t dare stay any longer. Using the excuse of going out to investigate, he quickly left the study.

After stepping out of the villa, Wei Ke finally called Dr. Feng back.

“Dr. Feng, something’s not right. When will Mr. Chu recover? His mood keeps changing—could he be suffering from split personality?”

Dr. Feng replied, “Don’t worry, it’s not split personality. Once his memories fully integrate, he’ll be fine.”

“I already told you not to let him overuse his brain. Why weren’t you keeping an eye on him? The interference between two different lifestyles can easily affect his judgment. Sigh… it seems the events during his amnesia have had quite an impact on him.”

Dr. Feng rambled on for a while, but Wei Ke didn’t fully understand.

He asked uncertainly, “So you’re saying… he’s basically fighting with himself in his own brain?”

“Uh… you could interpret it that way.”

That explanation made Wei Ke immediately think of Chu Jinhan’s behavior—turning himself “on” and “off” intermittently.

In just two days, he had thrown his phone away several times. Coincidentally, that morning Wei Ke had even seen him retrieve it from the trash can.

In the following days, aside from necessary matters, Wei Ke didn’t dare go looking for him.

Of course, he also had no idea what Chu Jinhan was doing locked up in his room.

Thursday.

Song Yunfei picked up her phone and looked at the pictures saved in her album.

Chu Jinhan’s flight was scheduled to arrive at 5 p.m. that afternoon. She planned to drive to pick him up.

As soon as she got off work, she left eagerly. After dinner, she went back to get her car.

She sent a message to Chu Jinhan, asking him to let her know once he boarded the plane.

On the way, she kept thinking about what methods she could use to help Chu Jinhan recover his memory after he returned.

There wasn’t much time left, and she didn’t want him to end up with the same fate described in the book.

Although he had the ability to support himself and could live abroad, that was a choice he could make on his own terms—not something he should lose passively, stripped of everything he had.

Her message still went unanswered, like a stone dropped into the ocean.

With poor signal, Song Yunfei had already gotten used to it—messages sent in the morning would only be replied to in the middle of the night.

Messages sent at night would be replied to in the morning. It was an endless cycle.

When she arrived at the airport, it was exactly four o’clock. She only needed to wait another hour.

But soon it was five o’clock, and still no reply.

Six o’clock.

Seven o’clock.

Eleven o’clock at night.

Song Yunfei had already fallen asleep in her chair and woken up once.

She picked up her phone to check it—still no movement.

Staring at the unresponsive screen, her excited anticipation gradually sank.

She refreshed it again and again. The signal was fine, and her phone had credit.

Could it be… he hadn’t boarded the plane?

Song Yunfei opened his contact and called him—his phone was actually turned off.

Unconsciously, her thoughts began to wander.

Did something happen? Or… something else?

As she was lost in random thoughts, a trending news alert suddenly popped up.

#Flight XXX from Yincheng to Qingzhou crashed at 4:30 p.m. near XX#

Song Yunfei’s mind went blank with a loud buzz. Her fingers loosened, and her phone slipped from her hand, falling to the ground.

In that instant, it felt as though all the blood in her body froze. The world fell silent, leaving only a ringing in her ears and her own heavy breathing.

A surge of overwhelming panic swept through her entire body. Her heart felt tightly gripped by an invisible hand, the sharp pain forcing her to bend over and curl up on the cold airport seat.

Her vision darkened intermittently, and the airport lights seemed glaring and distorted.

“How could this… be…”

Forcing herself to suppress the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Song Yunfei struggled to reach out and pick up her phone.

With trembling fingers, she opened her contacts and called Chu Jinhan again.

She called again and again, but all she received was the same mechanical system voice.

“The user you are calling is switched off. Please try again later…”

The next morning.

Wei Ke once again arrived at the villa and immediately saw the man sitting on the sofa watching television.

It looked like an animated show.

Wei Ke’s mouth twitched. He had thought the past few days meant he had returned to normal—apparently, he had been mistaken.

Wei Ke walked over quickly and lowered his voice. “Mr. Chu, we’ve made some progress.”

Chu Jinhan’s eyes regained focus. He picked up the remote and switched channels. “Speak.”

“The one who erased your traces should be the second-largest shareholder.”

On the surface, Shen Younan appeared to be working with the second-largest shareholder, but in reality, Chu Xiūye had been secretly contacting other shareholders. This was likely a plan to secretly maneuver behind the scenes.

So the ones obstructing Chu Jinhan’s return were neither Shen Younan nor Chu Xiūye—they were simply going along with the situation.

“Looks like my younger brother does have some tricks.”

“Also, about that Song Yunfei—I looked into her as well. She shouldn’t have anything to do with this matter. The collision with you was probably an acci—”

Before Wei Ke could finish speaking, the man sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up in a daze.

Wei Ke didn’t understand what was happening and turned to follow his gaze, looking at the computer screen.

Seeing the news being broadcast, Wei Ke was also slightly surprised.

Mr. Chu really had become kinder—he was even paying attention to accident news like this.