Supper Baby

Even after being lifted into the wheelchair and pushed to the hospital’s ground floor lobby, Tan Mo still hadn’t snapped out of it. She found a quiet corner and slowly began to gather her thoughts. From the doctor‘s conversation, she learned that she had been in a car accident. The violent impact had caused her to lose her memories, and her legs were injured to the point where she wouldn't be able to walk properly in the near future. However, every cloud has a silver lining while she was being resuscitated, someone discovered that she was the true heiress of the wealthy Tan family in Jiangqi City. Waking up to find herself in the role of a wealthy family's little princess—a plot twist like this, happening to her, felt strangely unreal. A neatly dressed middle-aged servant carefully placed a knee blanket over her, wheeled her to a corner, and instructed, "Second Miss, please wait here. I’ll go handle your discharge procedures." He was Wang Ming, who had served as an assistant to her grandfather for nearly two decades，someone everyone respectfully addressed as Uncle Wang. Tan Mo followed suit and addressed him, "Thank you, Uncle Wang." A faint smile appeared on her face, delicate and charming. Uncle Wang had taken quite a liking to this newly found young miss. She was lively by nature and easygoing—much easier to get along with than the other two young ladies of the family. Watching Uncle Wang's retreating figure, Tan Mo sat alone in the wheelchair, her gaze drifting across the bustling crowd coming and going. Suddenly, she heard a buzzing sound like an electronic synthesizer, then shifted into the voice of a man. ""Will she be upset when she sees me?" A man's voice between maturity and naivety,Tan Mo couldn't find the right words to describe it, finally settling on the simple term "pleasant." "Of course she will. Someone was so busy with work even had no time to visit his girlfriend when she was in hospital. If I were her, I'd definitely be mad." The woman on the other end of the phone, sounded gleeful. Obviously, the two shared a close rapport. The man smiled faintly and lowered his head. "What if I add her favorite sunflowers and her favorite cheesecake as a surprise?" "Then I might say that his attitude was fairly sincere enough,perhaps there's still a tiny chance to be forgiven." Somewhat reassured, the man let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Hope so," the man said, counting the elevator floors with growing excitement. "Gotta go,the elevator's almost here." "Bye, don’t forget to bring me some mints. The ones I bought almost gone." With a soft click ending the call, Tan Mo finally snapped back to reality. She looked around, her gaze eventually landing on the man standing by the elevator, holding a bouquet of sunflowers. Beige blazer, chestnut,brown hair, tall stature. A living, breathing heartthrob from behind. Finally Tan Mo realized something was off. Almost ten meters Between her current spot and that man. So far away, how she could be able to hear him so clearly? It was as if the man had been speaking right into her ear! It was that same kind of sound again. Throughout her days lying in the hospital, she had intermittently caught fragments of conversations, but confined to her bed by her injuries, she had no idea where these voices were coming from. Now, here in the hospital lobby, she finally had her answer. She had superpowers,but her ability was eavesdropping on other people’s phone calls. “Some people can fly or tunnel through the earth, and here I am with this,” Tan Mo muttered in complaint. Within just a few minutes, Wang Ming had completed the discharge procedures and returned. “Miss, sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s go home.” Tan’s family villa was some distance from the hospital. Wang Ming drove, and as they went, he chatted with Tan Mo. From her conversation with Uncle Wang, she got a general picture of the family dynamics. In this household, there were her grandfather, her stepmother, the stepmother’s son from a previous marriage (the eldest young master), the stepmother’s biological daughter (the third young miss), and her own mother’s adopted daughter (the eldest young miss),five relatives in total, which was considered simple by wealthy family standards. Except for her grandfather, she’d soon find out how the other four felt about her. The car pulled into the villa, and Wang Ming wheeled Tan Mo inside. The moment she entered, she heard that same buzzing sound again. Someone else was on a phone call. This time, the voice she heard was a woman. "Find a way to shut that reporter up. Don't let him leak the story." The agent on the other end was equally anxious. "That guy's asking for a fortune,five hundred thousand, to buy off the accident photos and footage. Otherwise, he'll post it all online." Tan Mo perked up at the word "accident." Is this related to the crash she was in? She decided to keep listening. Maybe she could catch something significant. The woman calm decision. "If news gets out that Yi was responsible for the hit-and-run, the lead role in “Eternal Phoenix” will definitely be recast. We'd stand to lose far more than five hundred thousand." Five hundred thousand, compared to the earnings from a TV drama, was just pocket change. Besides, buying off the leaks could also prevent the amnesiac in the house from digging up the truth. This is what she is thinking right now.. "But what if the paparazzi contacts the victim?" The agent raised another concern. If the girl who got hit went public with the story herself, given Tan Yi's current level of fame, it'd trend on social media in no time. The woman Xu Piao, now Mrs. Tan,reassured him, "Don't worry. The one who was hit is currently staying at my house. As long as we get hold of those materials and destroy them, this secret stays buried forever." Originally a case of a brother hitting his sister,family injuring family. As long as she could confirm today that the girl had truly lost her memory, then this matter would never see the light of day. Reassured, the agent nodded. "Got it, President Xu." Tan Mo's face darkened, but she remained silent. She may have lost her memories, but now she knew everything. Her car accident was the result of her older brother Tan Yi's hit-and-run. And as one of the hottest young stars in the entertainment industry, such a scandal naturally required his mother's intervention. What's more, her stepmother was clearly planning to use her amnesia to bury the whole incident,at least, to keep outsiders from ever finding out. Tan Mo lightly touched the bandages on her face: her forehead, her cheeks—large patches of skin wrapped in pristine white gauze. In the heat of July, her legs were bundled up so tightly that even the slightest movement sent piercing pain through her bones. She was confined to a wheelchair, unable to move freely, while her brother carried on as usual, raking in millions as a celebrity. The contrast was too cruel. Even if her stepmother wanted to sweep this under the rug, she wasn't about to let the brother responsible off the hook so easily. Anyway, she had amnesia and shared no history with this brother. Of course, she would demand justice. As she entered the living room, she saw two people—old,young. The old man was vigorous and alert, impeccably dressed, with the commanding presence of a family patriarch just from his bearing. When their eyes met, she instantly knew who he was. Her biological grandfather, the head of the Tan family—Tan Zhen sheng. "Sir, the Second Miss is home." Wang Ming nodded respectfully toward the old man, then wheeled Tan Mo into the living room. Sitting in the brightly lit, minimally decorated living room, Tan Mo felt a strange sense of novelty. This place...was this going to be her home from now on?