He gave her a new identity, knowing that Chinese people attach great importance to surnames, so he kept her surname as the only proof of her existence in this world.

"Edward, you can have breakfast." Ding Yiyi, who had completely lost her memory, leaned out half of her body.

He put down the thoughts in his mind and walked quickly to the dining table. Breakfast was already set in front of the dining table, and the knives and forks in Edward's hands turned into chopsticks.

"How long will it take for us to come back from this trip to China?" Ding Yiyi asked, with no expectation of going to China in her eyes.

Edward picked up a pair of chopsticks to pat the cucumber, but a piece fell off. He frowned slightly and looked at the stains on the edge of the plate, and asked, "You don't want to go to China."

"I don't really want to, I prefer London." Ding Yiyi smiled, "But there's nothing I can do about it, who told you to go there for half a year!"

Seeing her face full of reluctance, Edward couldn't help but comfort her, "If the matter is finished, we may not need to stay for half a month. We will come back as soon as we finish it!"

"Yes!" Ding Yiyi responded, and at this moment the doorbell rang. Ding Yiyi went to open the door, and the driver responsible for moving the luggage was already standing outside.

The luggage was already placed at the door. Ding Yiyi took the initiative to pick up a small one and said, "I'll help you move it down."

The foreign men watched with some trepidation as the brightly dressed woman rushed down the stairs carrying a small suitcase without even taking the elevator.

"Let her go." Edward held his forehead, his tone full of endearment that he didn't even feel.

At this moment, a figure walked from the side of the corridor. The old man looked energetic, and the badge of honor on his chest showed his identity.

"Edward," the old man looked around and suddenly sniffed his nose, "What does it smell like?"

Edward walked back to the living room and brought over the cucumbers on the dining table, "Maybe it tastes like this."

The old man frowned and looked at the cucumber in front of him, which was not an exquisite plan and also exuded a strong irritating smell. Then he changed his gaze and said, "Help me find her."

"I will." Edward said, turning around to go downstairs to find Ding Yiyi.

"Edward," the old man stopped him, "I told you half a year ago that you would like that woman."

Edward looked sideways at him, his crisp casual suit made him even more impressive at this time, "So what?"

"Catch her and don't let her leave, otherwise you will see my fate." The old man's face showed vicissitudes of life and regret.

Edward did not make a specific response, but walked slowly down the stairs.

The old man looked at his back and sniffed the sour smell in the air. His eyes fell on the cucumbers on the table in front of him. He hesitated for a moment with his jeweled fingers, but still grabbed a piece.

Downstairs, Edward watched Ding Yiyi put her luggage into the car, and then greeted a passing neighbor loudly. There was a slight trace of sweat on her forehead from moving the luggage, and she looked very charming.

He suddenly turned around and went upstairs again. The old man had already left the apartment, and the cucumbers on the plate were missing with him, but he couldn't care about this.

He went to the study, took out a key from the deepest part of the cabinet, then moved the oil painting hanging on the wall and opened the safe.

There was only one notebook in the safe. He took out the notebook, and just as he was about to reach out and open it, he suddenly stopped turning the pages, and then hurriedly put it into his carry-on bag.

Downstairs, Ding Yiyi was chatting with his neighbor, and then murmured after seeing him, "You're slow! Grandpa!"
Chapter completed!