After Amnesia, the Fishing-Type O Tempts Me to Mark Her - Chapter 2
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The night was already deep.
Cheng Yang wanted to linger in Xu Xun’s embrace a little longer, but she couldn’t fight the heavy pull of her eyelids any longer. She finally drifted off to sleep, nestled against him.
Xu Xun’s eyes shone brightly in the darkness.
He lowered his gaze to Cheng Yang’s head, wrapped in thick bandages, and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.
Since the car accident, Cheng Yang had been restless in her sleep, occasionally twitching and murmuring anxiously in her dreams.
Xu Xun held her close, pressing her cheek against his soft chest, careful not to leave any red marks on her skin.
Once Cheng Yang was sound asleep, Xu Xun reached under the pillow in the dark and retrieved his phone.
He opened WeChat, sent a message to his manager, and then closed his eyes, still holding Cheng Yang.
Xu Xun had drunk a bit too much the night before, so he didn’t wake up until late the next morning.
His head throbbed painfully.
He instinctively reached out beside him, only to find the cool, smooth silk sheets.
His eyes snapped open, and he stumbled out of bed barefoot, still half-asleep.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Xu Xun was greeted by the rich aroma of breakfast. Without even putting on her shoes, she padded barefoot down the stairs and spotted Cheng Yang bustling about in the kitchen.
Cheng Yang wore a beige apron and soft, comfortable slippers. Her long hair was tied back with a light-colored hair tie, and she was clumsily slicing sandwiches.
Xu Xun’s heart instantly melted, enveloped in an invisible layer of tenderness.
She hurried downstairs, but her phone suddenly rang, the gentle chime sounding like a death knell.
Xu Xun didn’t want to answer, but the caller persisted relentlessly.
Glancing down, she saw it was her manager, Xiao Qing.
Xiao Qing rarely called her directly, so this must be urgent.
Or perhaps it was about the message she’d sent before bed last night.
Checking her phone, Xu Xun saw over a dozen missed calls from Xiao Qing since 7 a.m.
Cheng Yang finished slicing the sandwiches and placed them in the microwave. As if sensing something, she turned her head just in time to see Xu Xun’s retreating figure disappear up the stairs.
Jiang Huime stood anxiously by her side, unable to resist reminding her, “Madam, you should really go back to your room and rest. Dr. Jian said you shouldn’t overexert yourself. If something were to go wrong, how would I explain it to Master?”
Cheng Yang dried her fingertips with a towel, smiling. “It’s just making breakfast. Dr. Jian also said I can’t just sit around all day—I need to get out and move around more.”
While the microwave heated the milk, Cheng Yang glanced at Jiang Huime and asked softly, “Aunt Jiang, how long have you been working for A’Xun?”
“About five or six years now,” Jiang Huime replied.
Cheng Yang lowered her gaze to her toes, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Then tell me… before I lost my memory, had my relationship with A’Xun broken down?”
Jiang Huime paused, then chuckled. “How could you even think that? You’re worrying over nothing! You and Miss Xu were always as harmonious as a pair of lutes, as inseparable as glue. There’s no way your relationship could have broken down.”
The microwave beeped, signaling the end of its cycle. Cheng Yang retrieved the warm milk.
Cheng Yang cradled the warm mug in both hands, took a small sip of strawberry milk, and said, “But I’ve felt she’s been a bit distant these past few days. We’ve been married for so long now, yet I feel like things were better when we were just dating.”
“Dating?” Jiang Huime stumbled, nearly losing her balance. She stiffened her neck and asked, “Madam, do you… remember?”
Cheng Yang slowly shook her head. “Not exactly. I just feel like when we were dating, things must have been even sweeter than they are now.”
Then, Cheng Yang fixed her gaze on Jiang Huime and asked, “Aunt Jiang, tell me, when A’Xun and I were dating, was it as sweet as I imagine?”
Jiang Huime nodded. “Yes, exactly as you described, Madam.”
Cheng Yang drained the rest of her strawberry milk in one gulp and sighed. “But A’Xun doesn’t love me as much as she used to. She doesn’t even kiss me anymore. Do you think she might see me as a burden?”
Jiang Huime ventured cautiously, “How could that be? Miss’s love for you has always been clear to everyone. If you feel she’s being distant, perhaps it’s because you’re injured and she’s afraid of hurting you.”
“Maybe,” Cheng Yang said, setting down her mug and trying to reassure herself. “If A’Xun really didn’t love me anymore, she wouldn’t have been the first person I saw when I woke up in the hospital.”
After the sandwich was toasted, Cheng Yang took off her apron and went upstairs to call Xu Xun down for breakfast.
Jiang Huime watched the Alpha’s slender, straight back as she walked away and quietly sighed.
The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a narrow gap.
Cheng Yang tiptoed to the door and heard faint arguing inside.
Instead of barging in, she stood in the hallway, but she still inadvertently overheard some of the conversation.
Xu Xun said, “I’m not going on that travel reality show. I have my own plans. Stop trying to convince me.”
Cheng Yang couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of the line, but she could tell from Xu Xun’s unusually agitated tone that the two were having some kind of disagreement.
Frowning slightly, Cheng Yang quietly turned to sneak back downstairs.
But just then, the bedroom door opened behind her.
Xu Xun’s gentle, husky voice called out from behind, “Yangyang.”
Caught red-handed, Cheng Yang turned around with a smile, a hint of embarrassment flickering in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said apologetically. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just came up to call you for breakfast.”
Xu Xun grasped Cheng Yang’s pale wrist, his thumb gently stroking the slightly protruding bone. “How could I blame you?” he murmured. “I was just on the phone with my manager. We had a minor disagreement.”
A minor disagreement?
Cheng Yang recalled their heated exchange, which had nearly escalated into a full-blown argument. She couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly happened?”
Xu Xun led Cheng Yang downstairs by the hand, explaining as they walked, “It’s nothing much. Sister Xiao got me a variety show gig a while back, but I don’t want to do it anymore.”
Hearing Xu Xun’s nonchalant tone, Cheng Yang asked, “Did you sign the contract?”
Xu Xun nodded. “Yeah, for the whole season. Filming starts next month.”
Cheng Yang paused, her footsteps faltering. “You mean you signed a season-long contract and now you’re suddenly backing out? That’s going to cost you a huge penalty fee, and you’ll get blacklisted by the director. You need to think this through carefully.”
Xu Xun held Cheng Yang’s left hand, their fingers intertwined, and said with a smile, “It’s okay. I didn’t want to go anyway. I’ll just focus on making movies from now on.”
Cheng Yang gazed at Xu Xun’s profile as she sat at the dining table, having just finished a glass of milk and feeling little appetite.
Watching Xu Xun take small bites of her sandwich, Cheng Yang unlocked her phone.
Her previous phone had been destroyed in the car accident.
The assistant who had accompanied her back to China had tragically died in the crash, and even her manager remained in a coma in the hospital, with no sign of waking up anytime soon.
The phone was completely empty. Cheng Yang’s contacts consisted only of Xu Xun and Jian Fan.
Although her old phone number was still active, her WeChat and other accounts were irretrievable.
Xu Xun had suggested she use this new number temporarily while they slowly tried to recover her old one. There was no point in rushing things.
Cheng Yang stared at Xu Xun eating her sandwich, her pupils slightly dilated. She only snapped out of her daze when Xu Xun gently called her name.
Xu Xun finished the sandwich completely, smiling. “I’ve never had such a delicious sandwich before.”
Cheng Yang’s lips curved into a slow smile. “It’s just a sandwich,” she said. “They all taste the same.”
Xu Xun took a handkerchief and wiped his fingers, shaking his head. “No, they’re not the same. Yours is the best I’ve ever had.”
In high spirits, Cheng Yang suggested, “I learned some other recipes from Aunt Jiang. I’ll make them for you tonight. Let’s just have the sandwiches for lunch.”
Xu Xun stood up and walked over to Cheng Yang. Lowering her gaze, she affectionately nuzzled her nose against the Alpha’s forehead, her voice unusually gentle. “Yangyang, you don’t need to do so much for me. The servants can handle these things. I don’t want you to wear yourself out.”
Cheng Yang touched her ear, murmuring softly, “But I’m bored. You’re out filming and earning money to support us, while I’m here making sure you’re well-fed. It’s a fair division of labor, right?”
Xu Xun’s face suddenly flushed crimson.
Watching the delicate pink gradually bloom across the Omega’s fair, tender skin, Cheng Yang asked in confusion, “A’Xun, why is your face so red again? Should I call Dr. Jian to check on you?”
“No need!”
Xu Xun grabbed Cheng Yang’s hand as she reached for her phone to call Jian Fan, shaking his head. “She probably just finished eating. I’m fine, really.”
Cheng Yang’s soft, warm hand gently caressed Xu Xun’s cheek, her fingertips brushing against his delicate skin. Smiling, she said, “It looks so rosy, but it feels both hot and cool to the touch. How strange!”
Xu Xun grasped Cheng Yang’s wrist, explaining, “It’s just from the heat of the meal. Summer’s coming soon, and I’m sensitive to heat. My face flushing is normal—it’s all just from the warmth.”
“Really?” Cheng Yang didn’t believe him.
At first, she had thought Xu Xun didn’t love her. But after carefully observing the Omega’s reactions to her, Cheng Yang realized the truth: Xu Xun was simply shy.
Could it be that my amnesia from the car accident has somehow added a new layer of charm to our relationship?
With a suppressed smile, Cheng Yang stood up and, in a flash, melted bonelessly into Xu Xun’s arms. Panting slightly, she murmured, “A’Xun, I’m so tired. Take me upstairs.”
Xu Xun was startled by the Alpha’s sudden move.
But she quickly realized Cheng Yang’s acting was terrible. Even while nestled in her arms, Cheng Yang couldn’t suppress a giggle.
Xu Xun’s heart raced with frustration and anger, yet an inexplicable emotion began to stir within her.
Her gaze fixed on Cheng Yang’s soft, rosy lips, and as if possessed, she lowered her head.
Cheng Yang’s eyes slowly opened a sliver.
She met Xu Xun’s watery, shimmering gaze, enveloped in the ethereal fragrance of a night-blooming cereus. Cheng Yang tilted her head back, her lips parting in anticipation of a kiss.
Their lips were about to touch.
Cheng Yang’s heart pounded like a drum, and she instinctively parted her lips.
Clang!
A loud crash echoed nearby.
Cheng Yang’s eyes snapped open, locking gazes with Xu Xun, whose face flushed crimson.
Furious, Cheng Yang wanted to curse whoever had ruined their moment.
She wriggled out of Xu Xun’s embrace and turned to see the medical kit’s contents scattered across the floor.
Jian Fan was crouched on the ground, frantically gathering his “tools of the trade.”
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