"Please" After Su Xue left, Lin Qingqing sat on the sofa alone for a long time. She gathered her thoughts, trying to think of something.

After searching in his mind for a long time, Lin Qingqing had a deep sense of powerlessness. She could feel like she was standing in front of several black boxes, and she wanted to reach out to open them, only to find that she had forgotten the password.

The destitute original family, the younger sister who was sent to prison by her own hands, a husband who looks handsome and rich and is not the same world as himself at all, and even has a lovely son. These things originally belonged to Lin Qingqing, but at this moment, she always had the illusion of stealing other people's achievements.

What kind of person is she? Why did she marry Ou Yuanlan Business? Why did Su Xue take money to smash her? And why did she send her sister to prison?

A series of problems appeared in Lin Qingqing's mind in such a daze, but there was no solution at all.

In a trance, Lin Qingqing heard a voice echoing in his head, go and find it. Her eyes suddenly brightened, yes, she had to find out for herself.

Immediately getting up from the sofa, she went upstairs to the bedroom first. This room is Ou Yuanlan and his own living room, Xu Ou Yuanlan does not like the magnificent decoration, so the decoration style of this living room is extremely simple.

With a quaint sandalwood double bed, a smosaic fireplace and cabinets, it doesn't seem like much of a place to hide something.

Stunned and walked to the cabinet, Lin Qingqing reached out and opened the small drawer. There wasn't much in the drawer, just a few scattered earrings and other accessories.

Gently fiddling with his hand a few times, a card-like thing suddenly appeared in front of Lin Qingqing's eyes. She picked up the bank card in confusion, not knowing where it came from.

In the past few days, Lin Qingqing has also eaten out with Ou Yuanlan, and every time he pays with his gold card, he never has such an ordinary bank savings card. Could it be that this bank card is your own? Lin Qingqing couldn't help but be suspicious.

It seems that there are not too many things in this room today, Lin Qingqing put away the card and decided to go out. If she asked Ou Yuanlan about these things, it would indeed be more direct and efficient, but she also knew that Ou Yuanlan didn't want to mention those things to herself.

Whenever Lin Qingqing asked what kind of family he was born in, why his parents never appeared, and he didn't seem to have any relatives, Ou Yuanlan would choose to jump away, or tell Lin Qingqing that there were some things that he didn't need to think about.

So this time, Lin Qingqing wanted to figure out these things by himself. Although she had only woken up a few days ago, she could vaguely feel that many things had happened to her before.

After explaining to his aunt, Lin Qingqing went straight out. "Go to CCB." She explained to the driver.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qingqing appeared at the China Construction Bank. "Hello, can you help me find out who this card belongs to?" She handed the card to the bank attendant.

"Sorry, this requires you to enter your password first." The service staff looked at Lin Qingqing with an embarrassed face and said.

In order to improve the safety index of bank users, banks are now extremely cautious in all aspects of their operations. If you don't come here in person, it's basically difficult to even check the place where the account is opened.

Staring at this bank card, Lin Qingqing was also in a predicament. She didn't even know who this card was, so how could she know the password?

"You're Lin Qingqing, right?" Suddenly, the service staff asked in surprise.

The person on the other side suddenly became excited, which startled Lin Qingqing. She nodded in a daze, looking a little overwhelmed. "Well, I am." There was nothing to hide, so she generously admitted it.

As soon as she admitted it, the service staff immediately became excited. "Miss Lin, I'm your fan!" grabbed Lin Qingqing's hand in a second, and she said happily.

"Fans?" Lin Qingqing looked even more puzzled, when will she still have fans? Is she so good?

Seeing Lin Qingqing's confused face, the service staff immediately nodded wildly. "Yes, yes, didn't the news say that you were injured some time ago, I thought I would never see you on stage again, but I didn't expect to meet you today...... I'm really ......" As he spoke, the fan became incoherent.

The news reported that he was injured, and fans suddenly appeared and held their hands, and for a while, the amount of information received by Lin Qingqing increased again.

didn't care about finding out whose card it was, Lin Qingqing just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. "Sorry for your trouble, thank you." Pulling her hand from the attendant, she left as if fleeing.

Back in the car, Lin Qingqing still couldn't understand why the service staff would hold his hand and say that he was his fan when he was just in the bank.

Last time, Su Mu took her to see it in her former office, since she was just an ordinary office white-collar worker, how could she have any inexplicable fans?

"Ma'am, is it time to go home?" The driver asked politely, and his voice dragged Lin Qingqing out of his messy thoughts.

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Qingqing replied: "Don't go home, go to prison." She decided to see her so-called sister again.

The car was once again driving on the wide city road, and out of the window was the bustling scene of the city, which was full of billboards, shopping malls, crowds of people, and a constant stream of vehicles.

Lin Qingqing, who had been thinking for a long time and still had no results, twisted her head out of the car window, she opened the car window and let the cold air pour in to sober up.

Suddenly, Lin Qingqing's eyes were attracted by the flashing billboard. "Stop!" She suddenly shouted at the driver.

With a sudden braking, the car listened. Lin Qingqing hurriedly opened the car door and walked down, and then stood in front of the billboard and looked at it in horror.

The huge billboard in front of me was printed with a woman wearing a silver-white bandeau dress with sequins, her long hair curled up, and her palm-sized little face was distributed with just the right amount of facial features. A pair of clear and bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, and a smile was fixed on this billboard.

If Lin Qingqing didn't admit her mistake, the person on this billboard would be herself. The familiar eyebrows and eyes are the self she has seen in the mirror every day.

Why is her photo on this billboard? What exactly did she do before? Lin Qingqing fell into a huge self-doubt. She didn't know anything about her past, and she was like a stranger.