After Amnesia, the Fishing-Type O Tempts Me to Mark Her - Chapter 7

The room was filled with a warm, sweet scent, a blend of bath gel and faint pheromones.

As Xu Xun pushed open the bedroom door, the aroma hit her like a physical blow, leaving her legs weak at the threshold.

Cheng Yang was already sitting on the bed, holding a copy of Gone with the Wind, though she seemed to be reading it distractedly.

The moment Xu Xun returned, Cheng Yang snapped the book shut, completely forgetting the passage she had just been reading.

Xu Xun moved forward slowly, her feet feeling as if they were treading on soft clouds.

It took all her strength to reach the bedside and stand before Cheng Yang. She reached out and gently pinched Cheng Yang’s warm, soft right cheek.

Cheng Yang obediently tilted her head, rubbing her chin against Xu Xun’s palm before kissing her slender fingers.

Xu Xun’s fingers trembled slightly. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”

Before the words had fully left her lips, Cheng Yang opened her mouth and bit the tip of Xu Xun’s right index finger, her tongue pressing against the sensitive flesh.

“I want to eat A’Xun.”

Xu Xun’s breath caught in her throat, but she maintained her composure. “Stop joking around. Are you hungry?”

Cheng Yang rubbed her teeth against Xu Xun’s slender, soft wrist, saying listlessly, “I’m hungry, but I still want…”

Taking advantage of Cheng Yang’s shifting lips, Xu Xun swiftly withdrew his hand. “If you’re hungry, let’s eat. I’ll make something for you myself.”

Cheng Yang was utterly disappointed, but since Xu Xun refused, she had no choice.

“Fine, then I’ll come downstairs with you. I want to watch you cook.”

Xu Xun gripped Cheng Yang’s wrist and pulled her up, suppressing a laugh. “What’s so interesting about cooking? The kitchen’s full of greasy smoke. You should rest here. I’ll bring the food up and feed you.”

Cheng Yang stood up and immediately wrapped her arms around Xu Xun’s waist, refusing to let go. “No way! I’m going with you!”

Xu Xun tried to reason with her for a while, but eventually gave in. Cheng Yang clung to her waist like a giant sloth, following her step by step downstairs.

A sly, triumphant smile spread across Cheng Yang’s face.

Xu Xun pretended to be reluctant, but the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her true mood.

The villa was nearly empty; the maids had already left for the day.

Xu Xun could have dinner prepared with a single phone call; the family chef could even whip up a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast on the spot.

But with nothing else to do, she didn’t want any interruptions and simply wanted to spend time alone with Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang’s headaches had subsided. As long as she avoided strenuous activity, she could go for walks and do light exercise without any problems.

Xu Xun opened the refrigerator, gazing at the fresh vegetables neatly arranged inside. “What do you want to eat?”

Cheng Yang pretended to sit formally at the dining table, holding a tablet in both hands. “Can I order?”

Xu Xun’s lips curved into a smile. “Of course. What would you like?”

Cheng Yang pondered for a moment, then a sweet smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

To anyone else, that smile would have seemed mischievous.

But Xu Xun’s mind was completely occupied by the Alpha before her, and she failed to notice Cheng Yang’s impending mischief.

Cheng Yang said with a grin, “I want to eat Epiphyllum Sweet Water.”

“Epiphyllum Sweet Water?” Xu Xun frowned. She had never heard of eating Epiphyllum flowers before, and there certainly weren’t any in the refrigerator.

“I’ve never made that before, and we don’t even have any…”

A soft chuckle reached Cheng Yang’s ears, and she could no longer contain herself. She covered her face, biting her lip to stifle her laughter, but Xu Xun caught her red-handed.

Xu Xun couldn’t understand what was so funny about a sweet soup made with epiphyllum flowers.

But soon, she realized something was amiss.

“Yangyang, why are you…”

Xu Xun’s entire face flushed pink, like a ripe peach. When she met Cheng Yang’s radiant eyes, even the tips of her ears turned crimson.

Epiphyllum… sweet soup…

This was clearly that.

If Cheng Yang hadn’t done it on purpose…

No! She definitely did it on purpose!

Xu Xun glared at the utterly wicked Alpha, her voice hoarse as she said, “There’s no such dish.”

“What do you mean there isn’t?” Cheng Yang cupped her cheeks, taking in Xu Xun’s flushed face and evasive gaze. Smiling, she said, “I’ve had it before. It’s fragrant, sweet, sticky, and delicious.”

“When did you ever have it?”

Cheng Yang smirked. “We’ve been married for so long, darling. You should know whether I’ve had it or not.”

Xu Xun instinctively crossed her legs, biting her lower lip in silence. Countless hazy, suggestive scenes flashed through her mind.

She stared intently at the enlarged, provocative poster of Cheng Yang, who sat half-undressed in a chair, cradling the Alpha’s old school uniform in her arms. A faint peach scent still lingered on the fabric.

She kissed it repeatedly with her lips and teeth.

Until her gaze reached the mountain peak piercing the clouds.

A flash of white light.

“Wife.”

“Wife?”

Cheng Yang’s questioning voice, tinged with confusion, reached her ears. Xu Xun finally snapped out of her damp, sticky reverie.

Cheng Yang’s face, enlarged as if stepping out of the poster, loomed before her. Xu Xun’s lips trembled as she turned and fled.

“I’m going to the restroom.”

“……”

Watching Xu Xun’s hasty retreat, Cheng Yang was utterly baffled.

She had only said those things deliberately, thinking their relationship had grown too dull, hoping to spice things up a bit.

She never expected Xu Xun to react like this. It was truly shocking.

Cheng Yang couldn’t understand: Did Xu Xun not like this side of her?

Or was it that Xu Xun couldn’t accept her personality before the amnesia?

That shouldn’t be the case.

She had lost her memories, not been possessed by another soul. Could her personality really have changed so drastically before and after the amnesia? That was impossible.

Cheng Yang patted her forehead, trying to clear her head.

Maybe he just really needed to use the restroom, she thought. Why am I letting my imagination run wild? This kind of overthinking isn’t good for a harmonious marriage.

Could it be… is Xu Xun pregnant?

The moment this thought flashed through her mind, Cheng Yang was startled by her own wild speculation.

She pressed a hand to her pounding chest, trying to calm herself.

But once the idea had surfaced, everything seemed to fit.

First, there was Xu Xun’s breach of contract on the travel reality show. Then, considering his recent unusual behavior…

“…”

Cheng Yang abruptly stood up, only to nearly collapse as her vision went black.

Xu Xun emerged from the restroom, water droplets still clinging to his fingertips.

What she saw next nearly made her faint.

Cheng Yang gripped the chair back, swaying precariously.

Xu Xun rushed over, his voice filled with concern. “Yangyang, are you alright?”

Supported by Xu Xun, Cheng Yang sank back into her chair. After a long moment, she managed to say, “I’m… I’m fine. Just a little dizzy from standing up too quickly. It’ll pass in a bit.”

Xu Xun bent down beside her, his face etched with self-reproach. “It’s all my fault,” he said. “I should have been watching you more closely. You really scared me this time.”

Cheng Yang slowly shook her head. “How could I blame you? I just overestimated my physical condition. I didn’t expect to nearly faint just from standing up after sitting for a while.”

Xu Xun sat beside her, gripping her left hand tightly. Finally, he made up his mind. “Yangyang, I’m not going on the variety show. I’m staying home to take care of you.”

“Why are you changing your mind again?” Cheng Yang couldn’t help but smile. “Didn’t you and your manager already finalize the arrangements today? I’m really fine. We have Auntie at home to help, and the show doesn’t start filming for another month and a half. By then, I’ll be completely recovered—maybe even well enough to go with you!”

Xu Xun’s head snapped up at this, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You’d really come with me?”

Cheng Yang nodded. “Of course!”

“Then… then…” Xu Xun stammered for a moment, overwhelmed with joy. “I’m so happy!”

Cheng Yang’s gaze swept casually over Xu Xun’s flat abdomen. Smiling, she said, “We’re lovers. Lovers don’t need to be polite with each other.”

Xu Xun nodded twice, his head bowed.

Cheng Yang was about to ask if Xu Xun was hiding something from her, but before she could speak, Xu Xun said, “I’ll make you steamed eggs.”

Xu Xun smiled, meeting Cheng Yang’s slightly puzzled gaze. “When I was little, whenever I had a headache from being sick, my mom would make me steamed eggs. They were so tender and smooth, and my headache would disappear as soon as I finished them.”

Cheng Yang looked into Xu Xun’s bright eyes and at the smile playing on her lips as she spoke of her mother. Tentatively, she asked, “Then… your mom… is she still…”

Xu Xun cracked two sterile eggs into a bowl as she replied, “My mom passed away when I was in high school. I’ve been living with my aunt and uncle ever since.”

Cheng Yang bit her lip. If she had known this would be the outcome, she wouldn’t have asked so carelessly.

Xu Xun stirred the egg mixture with chopsticks, then turned around, bowl in hand, to find Cheng Yang’s eyes filled with self-reproach.

“It’s been almost ten years, Yangyang. I’m over it.”

Cheng Yang didn’t believe her.

From the fleeting look in Xu Xun’s eyes, Cheng Yang could see exactly what it meant to “wish to care for one’s parents, only to find it’s too late.”

It was impossible for her to say she wasn’t sad or that she had moved on.

Cheng Yang slowly stood up and wrapped her arms around Xu Xun from behind as Xu Xun turned to whisk the eggs.

“Wife, I don’t have a mother anymore either. Let’s rely on each other, okay?”

Xu Xun paused, set down the bowl, and smiled helplessly. “Is that really how you comfort people?”

Cheng Yang kissed Xu Xun’s ear, insisting, “But it’s true. You’re all I have.”

Xu Xun’s heart skipped a beat. She replied calmly, “Me too.”

After whisking the eggs, Xu Xun skimmed off the foam and covered the two pink bowls before placing them in the steamer.

Still held tightly by Cheng Yang from behind, Xu Xun smiled and said, “They’ll be ready in ten minutes. Do you want scallions? I can chop some to put in.”

“Eat, eat everything,” Cheng Yang said, resting her chin on Xu Xun’s shoulder as she watched him take a vibrant green scallion from the refrigerator and place it on the cutting board.

“Wife.”

“Hmm.”

They were both accustomed to this term of endearment.

Cheng Yang took the kitchen knife from Xu Xun’s hand and tossed the scallion aside. Grabbing his shoulders, she turned him around and gently pressed the Omega onto the dining table.

Xu Xun sat obediently, one arm wrapped around Cheng Yang’s waist, the other hand gripping the tablecloth tightly. The icy silk shimmered with a faint sheen, already rumpled from his nervous fidgeting even before anything had begun.

Cheng Yang licked her lips, her bright, glittering eyes flickering with anticipation. In a voice laced with pleading tenderness, she murmured, “Wife.”

“Hmm.”

“I want to kiss you for ten minutes.”