Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 39 Although he wasn't her biological son, he deserved to call her "Mom."

This part wasn't easy for Wei Xifeng; he spoke with some difficulty, "Jiang Liwu, wuwu..."

“Fog.” Jiang Liwu wrote on the wooden tabletop, her fingertips wet with water.

"Fog, fog." This time Wei Xifeng got it right, and he pronounced it fluently, calling Jiang Liwu by her nickname.

Although Wei Xifeng was actually older than Jiang Liwu, Jiang Liwu always felt a sense of reversal of their natural order when he called her that.

"But you have to call me teacher."

"Mist..." Wei Xifeng liked to call it that, as it sounded a lot like his animalistic howls.

"Hmm?" Jiang Liwu crossed her arms, lowered her voice, and squinted at Wei Xifeng.

Sensing the threat, Wei Xifeng quickly reorganized his words, "Teacher...

Jiang Liwu smiled slightly. "Oh, right."

Just then, a voice popped into Wei Xifeng's mind. It was his own voice, but it was calling out a different name. Driven by intense emotion, he also called out, "Stepmother."

Jiang Liwu nodded. "That's right."

With burning, bright eyes, Wei Xifeng called out again, "Mom."

Jiang Liwu's heart softened. She took Wei Xifeng's hand and patted the back of it. Looking at Wei Xifeng, who had become completely like a child because of his illness, her throat tightened. "Mmm."

Although he wasn't her biological son, he should still call her "Mom."

Wei Xifeng rested his head on Jiang Liwu's hand, rubbing it against it repeatedly, looking completely satisfied.

It took him less than a day to go from having communication difficulties to being able to express himself to Jiang Liwu in short sentences.

During this time, Qiao Yiran did not give up on building a bond with Wei Xifeng. She took the initiative many times to guide Wei Xifeng to call her name, but all attempts ended in failure. Wei Xifeng was very resistant to Qiao Yiran's approach. His eyes were wary and hostile, and he would growl fiercely. If provoked, he would still attack Qiao Yiran.

This huge difference in status and treatment made Qiao Yiran feel very uncomfortable.

It seems that her and Wei Xifeng's positions have been switched.

At this time, Qiao Yiran also hoped that Wei Xifeng could regain his memory as soon as possible, so that Wei Xifeng's attitude towards her would return to its original state, full of possessiveness, with her in his eyes and needing her company.

At the same time, she also hoped that Wei Xifeng could forget the memories of when he fell ill after he remembered everything, especially the memories of his time with Jiang Liwu.

When Jiang Liwu was sleeping at night, she heard a noise and immediately opened her eyes. She turned on the bedside lamp and saw Wei Xifeng curled up on the floor of her room.

Jiang Liwu immediately got up from the bed and knelt down on one knee in front of Wei Xifeng. "Xiao Feng, why are you sleeping here instead of going back to your room?"

Wei Xifeng looked lost and his eyes were red. He sat up anxiously and grabbed Jiang Liwu's sleeve, "Don't...be alone."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liwu was stunned for a moment. Wei Xifeng's expression likely indicated that he was recalling some things, those past times of loneliness, helplessness, and unbearable torment.

She reached out and put her arm around Wei Xifeng's neck, pulling him onto her shoulder for support, gently patting his back. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Mom." Wei Xifeng nestled against Jiang Liwu, feeling the warmth of her embrace. His panicked heart gradually calmed down. As he called out "Mom," another woman's face appeared in his mind—his mother's face.

Wei Xifeng's eyes were bloodshot, filled with struggle and pain. He held Jiang Liwu even tighter, tightly restraining her slender waist, out of fear of losing her.

Jiang Liwu felt something was wrong when she didn't see Wei Xifeng during the day. Ever since Wei Xifeng lost his memory, he had been clinging to her all the time, acting like a baby bird.

Sure enough, Uncle Wang led a group of bodyguards over in a hurry, covered in sweat. "Miss Jiang, the head of the family, is missing. Look." Uncle Wang quickly took out a tablet connected to the villa's surveillance system and pulled up a picture of Wei Xifeng running out barefoot in thin clothes.

Jiang Liwu's heart immediately filled with worry. She calmly instructed, "Pull up all the surveillance footage on the street, and drive out with me to look for them."

As he spoke, he walked outside, and Uncle Wang immediately followed. At this moment, he regarded Jiang Liwu as his backbone. The aura emanating from Jiang Liwu made him unconsciously submit. The bodyguard quickly went to get the car.

A convoy of black cars drove out of the manor villa, their tires speeding over the stones and kicking up clouds of dust.

Uncle Wang sat next to Jiang Liwu, switching from a tablet to a computer, tracking Wei Xifeng's figure captured in each surveillance camera.

Jiang Liwu frowned as she looked at the split-screen display on the computer from various angles.

They chased him all the way to the city center, but Wei Xifeng's figure eventually disappeared into a blind spot of the surveillance cameras. Fortunately, they had a general area to search for him, so it wasn't too difficult.

Jiang Liwu got out of the car and said to Uncle Wang and the others, "Let's split up and search. Once we find the person, we'll contact each other immediately."

Uncle Wang: "Okay."

Bodyguards: "Yes."

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Song Jinwei followed Wei Xifeng all the way into a deep, familiar alley.

"It really is you, Wei Xifeng?!"

Looking at the disheveled man in a white shirt, black trousers, with messy black hair covering his eyes and bare feet, Song Jin stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Hey, Wei Xifeng, it can't be you, right?"

As the head of the Wei family, how could Wei Xifeng, surrounded by his entourage, be so distraught? The Wei family's influence extends throughout both the underworld and the legitimate world, and with great power comes great responsibility and many enemies. However, it doesn't seem like he was being chased. He had no injuries, and his bare feet were just a little dirty and chafed, making him look like he had gotten lost.

Song Jinwei was utterly bewildered, her sharp, critical gaze sweeping over Wei Xifeng. During her time imprisoned, she had finally been allowed to leave, but only under the watchful eyes of Fu Siyue's men. She had tried every possible way to shake them off and find her Qinian brother, but to no avail. After so many attempts, these men quickly saw through her escape schemes and even predicted her every move. Just as she was feeling frustrated, she spotted the solitary Wei Xifeng.

Originally, she wanted to avoid this bloodthirsty demon. The shadow and fear that Wei Xifeng had given her last time had not completely dissipated, and now, just thinking about it made her neck feel a dull ache.

Sensing that something was wrong with Wei Xifeng, Song Jinwei, driven by curiosity, mustered up her courage and went to investigate.

Wei Xifeng was very alert and realized that someone was following him. He wanted to escape, but in his panic, he ended up in a place that was no different from a dead end.

At this moment, Wei Xifeng was pressed tightly against the wall, looking at Song Jinwei and the people behind him with full vigilance. His whole body was tense, and his eyes were fierce like those of a wild beast cub, but not very intimidating. Deep in his eyes was an undisguised panic and fear.

Song Jinwei felt even more strange. She waved at Wei Xifeng and said, "Wei Xifeng, it's me, Song Jinwei. Don't you recognize me?"