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 sothing 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 entertainnt.

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 dicine instead," Doctor Liu shot back, maintaining an air of superiority: "You layabouts, gathering at alti just ans trouble. You’re either gossiping about Yan Sinna picking up a man as a husband or debating whether Abao is so 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."

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 dicine? 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 so gynecological issues, rumored to be a peculiar sll that was cured thanks to his magical hands. The Mayor truly has a big heart, eting Doctor Liu late in life and almost wanting to beco sworn brothers. Usually, a man would be fuming if a doctor treated his wife and even prescribed dicine, but it seems our Mayor is quite exceptional."

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

"However, Doctor Liu isn’t lacking in intellect. His words are quite philosophical, too. What does it an, ’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 ti!" 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?" Soone laughed casually.

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

"Staying in this small town? Forget about it. If a familiar person takes him to familiar places and guides him with treatnt, he should rember who he is. But being so busy that he hasn’t ti 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 rember, 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 rember 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 soone cos looking for you later, especially if you have a wife and kids. If you casually joke around with soone like Yan Sinna, that’s a second marriage; that’s a cri. We don’t want to be complicit in such cris!"

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

Yan Sinna chid in, "Ice Cube is quite determined, often poking and pinching himself. Whenever he has a mont, 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 ant to stimulate himself, by employing the Divine Acupoint thod, rather than simple poking and pinching.

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

Then, a few beautiful won stepped out.

It was ngyao and her group.

ngyao, Qiu Wen, and Du Xueqi, joined by two other won, 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 won is your wife."

"How strange, our town hasn’t seen such stunning won, 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 sothing was about to erge, but then intense pain suppressed the thoughts he almost recalled.

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

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

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

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

"Who’s looking for a wife?" ngyao 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.