The Mafia King's First Love

Wei's heart thumped. "You have no family."

Lihua looked at him, stunned. "No family?"

He slowly nodded. "You are an orphan and spent your time in an orphanage. They were supporting your college fees until now, but ever since we met, I took the responsibility. That's also why," he paused for a moment, "you don't have a surname."

It took a few moments for her to take in that information. She looked a little grim as she lowered her head.

No family so no parents, no siblings huh…

Even though she had no recollection of anything, she still felt a little dismal of being completely alone in this world.

"Oh."

Wei felt the change in her disposition and quickly patted her cheeks. "Please don't be sad about it. You have me now so you are not alone. I will never let you feel sad or lonely."

Her heart skipped a beat and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "O-Okay…"

Damn, he is so Godly handsome and so caring. What more does any woman want?

She quickly asked, "How old am I?"

"Twenty-two."

"So I must be graduating college this year."

He nodded.

"So I must have some friends right? Or maybe be my friends from the orphanage? If I meet them, it's possible that I might remember something."

He froze.

Only Meng Ya was her best friend. But ye couldn't tell her that.

Wei held her hand and anxiously said, "I said right that you don't have to worry about recovering your memory. You were badly hurt and our focus should be your health first."

"Oh," she thought about it and agreed. For now she got the basic information that she needed.

My name is Jiang Lixue. Jiang Wei is my husband. We are married for a month. I am twenty-two. I lived in an orphanage and I have no family. I fell down the stairs and lost my memory.

She sighed. She had limited information and there were so many things to still know about. The only silver lining in this incredulous situation was that her husband was patient, dependable and caring.

I should take it slow, she thought.

Mingshen glanced at Wei and squinted his gaze. He subtly nodded his head.

Wei looked at her and faintly smiled. "You should rest now. I have to talk with Mingshen."

He laid her back on the couch and patted her head. "If you need anything, I am right here."

She stared at him in a trance and felt her heart flutter by his gentle gaze. Her eyelashes trembled and she whispered. "En."

Wei closed the door behind him and stepped into Mingshen's office. He coldly said, "How is she? Is there any problem you noticed?"

He narrowed his eyes. "I still cannot believe you would go this far."

Silence.

"Answer my question," he clenched his fist.

He sneered. "She is still as annoying as before she lost her memory."

*A few hours earlier*

*CRASH*

Mingshen threw the vase in a fit of extreme anger that shattered into a million pieces. His jaw clenched as a surge of fury burst inside him. He had no time to babysit Wei and answer his stupid love related questions today. But Wei commanded to have time for him or else there would be consequences he would have to take.

The Yang family on its own was at par with the Jiang family. The Yangs were an important family in the Underworld. But when push came to the stove, the Jiang family always held the upper hand. As the Mafia King, Wei had too many things he could control to make Mingshen's 'professional' life a mess.

Wei's voice when he demanded to meet him was cold and emotionless. But when he stepped into his office, Mingshen had to admit that he had never seen the Mafia King so afraid and desperate before. He was begging him, grabbing his shoulders.

"Mingshen... Li-Lihua. She was so c-close to finding my identity. I don't know what to do anymore. She had almost found out that Song Jia was dead. She even investigated with that man to search me. I…What should I do?"

He grabbed his head and his knees trembled as he sat down on the chair. He breathed heavily as fear started to seep inside. Standing at the top of the Underworld chain, he had nothing to fear. He was the King. He could control everything with the snap of his fingers.

But when it came to Lihua, things always messed up. At first, that fear wasn't dominant. But the more he spent time with her, the more Song Jia's blood on his hands began to weigh upon him.

Not just her. But the Song family too.

It was a reality he couldn't change even if he desperately wanted to. If she knew the truth, everything was over.

His voice shook and his always impassive expression showed the trace of fear for the first time. "She will hate me, Mingshen. Sh-she will hate me. She will leave me. She will never forgive me. I-I don't want to lose her, Mingshen. I cannot live without her. I…"

He clutched his chest and suddenly felt suffocating. Sweat trickled down his sides and he gasped hard.

"I killed her sister, Mingshen! I killed her family! She will never forgive me...hate me. I cannot lose her. I-I…"

At that point, Wei was mumbling to himself. He felt his hands turn cold and clammy. He covered his face with his hands.

"I am afraid, Mingshen. I am so afraid…" he tiredly admitted.

Mingshen quietly watched him, shaking and trembling in his seat. The fear was as clear as day. The threat he felt consumed his heart as he thought of the worst case scenarios.

A tear slid down his cheek. "She loves Song Jia so much. She will never stop thinking about her. Somehow...I controlled the situation. But for how long?" He blankly asked. "Someday, she will ask about her again. What will I say to her at that time?"