After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Feeling Better

Based on Weishu’s estimation, Beige was probably around 1.72 meters tall. Her proportions were excellent, with a long neck and legs—the beautiful parts of the human body. Her curves were in all the right places, her body well-proportioned, and with her small head and broad shoulders, she looked like a model in photos.

When a woman like that stood in front of you, the oppressive feeling was overwhelming, surging like a tide. Even when she did nothing but stare at you, her eyes, seasoned by the trials and tribulations of the business world, made you feel like she could see through all your thoughts. There was no place to hide.

But that look—like a sniper’s rifle locking onto its prey—didn’t last long. Beige smiled faintly, lowering her head and breaking eye contact.

Weishu rubbed her own face and cautiously leaned in, still not giving up. “What are you like when you’re angry?”

For a split second, she had felt a sense of danger—a feeling that made her want to run. But it was only a feeling that made her want to run a few steps away and then turn back to look at Beige. And since Beige’s cold stare had only lasted a few seconds before she started smiling again, Weishu’s courage grew.

Beige looked down. Weishu’s well-proportioned calves appeared in her line of sight. Weishu had a small frame; her wrist could be encircled with a hand, with an extra knuckle to spare. Her kneecaps were small and delicate, like a child’s that would never grow up.

But Weishu had a strong sense of pride, and if she was treated like a child, she would only become more rebellious.

Beige seemed to be thinking of something both funny and frustrating. She chuckled softly. “Who do you mean? Angry with who?”

Weishu’s interest was piqued. Her eyes lit up. “First, tell me what you’re like when you’re angry with an employee at your company.”

Beige was momentarily taken aback. She shook her head. “Very rarely.” She wasn’t a person who got angry easily. To put it another way, years of living with caution had forged a resilient personality. This trait wasn’t rooted in indifference or callousness. She had a deep understanding and respect for the lives of those at the bottom. The employees at her company, under her management, were all young graduates. She would correct their mistakes and punish their misdeeds, but she would not get angry.

Weishu seemed to understand the unsaid meaning in her words and quickly followed up. “What about me? Do I get angry with employees?”

Beige laughed. “You can go to the studio and find out for yourself.”

Weishu pouted and shot a sideways glance at Beige. Without waiting for a reaction, she quickly asked, “What about with me?”

Beige had been waiting for that question. Her expression didn’t change. “Very rarely.”

It was the same answer. This time, Weishu wouldn’t let it go. “So it’s happened, then?”

Beige looked at her for a few seconds, then slowly raised her hand. Her fingertips settled on the slight upward curve of Weishu’s eye. “Are you that concerned about this answer? You’ll remember everything once your memory comes back, anyway.”

Weishu tilted her head, letting her eyelashes brush against Beige’s fingertips. Her voice was earnest and firm. “It’s important. I want to know now, at this very moment.”

Beige slowly withdrew her hand, staring at her palm for a long time. Weishu waited expectantly for Beige to give her an answer. She wasn’t feeling sorry for her past self; instead, she was hoping Beige would reveal how she had “sanctioned” her past, “unruly” self, instead of just passively accepting everything and spoiling her without any limits.

“You can try it yourself.”

Weishu puffed out her cheeks. She’s just brushing me off again! She stood up and walked over to Beige, kneading her face. How could you do this?

Beige let her, not getting angry at all. After a while, Beige turned and picked up Ding Dong, who had just come over to rub against her leg. “I still have work to do. I have a flight tomorrow morning for a three-day business trip to a neighboring city. Call me if you need anything.”

Weishu stared at her, still annoyed.

Beige smiled and took her long legs out of the living room.

Weishu sank into the sofa, defeated, looking in the direction Beige had left. After waking up and not remembering anything, anyone would feel helpless and scared. She felt the same way. But Beige had come so quickly and brought her home from her daze of amnesia that she could finally find some stability. You could say that, so far, she had only accepted Beige into her heart, which was why she wanted all her answers from her. But her biggest question was the one Beige refused to answer.

Weishu felt trapped in a dilemma, like she was in a cage, in so much pain that she was rolling down a mountain with thorns on her back. And the one who pampered her, Beige, was determined to avoid this one topic. Weishu was left to stew in her frustration for a while. At some point, sleepiness took over, and she fell asleep.

“Wake up.” Her face was patted a few times. Her head felt muzzy, and a voice sounded in her ear. “Don’t sleep here. You’ll get cold.”

Weishu was so sound asleep that the pats only made her a little more conscious. She recognized the person in front of her as Beige. “I’m sleepy,” she mumbled, then turned her head and fell back asleep.

Beige frowned at the uncooperative person on the sofa. After a while, she sighed and stood up. She bent over and lifted Weishu by the knees and back, carrying her up. Her movements were gentle. After she decided not to wake Weishu, even her walk up the stairs was steady. Weishu was stripped of her outer clothes and tucked into bed without even noticing.

Beige knelt down and gently rubbed Weishu’s furrowed brow with her thumb. What are you so worried about? she thought. You don’t know anything. You should be carefree, with not a worry in the world.

Beige drew the curtains for her, then skillfully turned on a hidden lamp in the nightstand. The room instantly filled with a faint, projected image of the ocean, and the gentle white noise of waves began to play. The whole room felt like being by the sea. Looking back, Weishu’s brow slowly relaxed.

…

When Weishu woke up, it was already past noon. Beige had left her a note saying something came up at the office and her food was in the fridge.

After waking up, Weishu felt much better. She played with the projector for a while, then submitted the two design drafts she owed to Sun Tu. Sun Tu replied immediately.

In her WeChat, the work chat was pinned to the top, right next to Beige’s. Compared to the few chats she had with Beige, the work chat had over 99 messages every day. She looked at the group chat, then at Beige’s profile, and sent a message to Sun Tu.

SHU: “I’m coming to the office tomorrow”

Sun Tu was so overwhelmed by this unexpected message that her reply was a little panicked. The boss could come whenever she wanted. What did it mean to tell her? Was she reporting in? Or was she giving her a heads-up? Had she done something wrong at work recently?

Tu: “Okay, boss”

Of course, Weishu didn’t know about Sun Tu’s internal reaction. She had messaged Sun Tu out of pure instinct. After all, the office she was going to tomorrow was a place she didn’t know. Naturally, she felt a little insecure, and telling someone from the company—the only person she had contact with at Shu Color so far—was just for reassurance. She had wanted to go to the studio for a few days, but because of her amnesia, she had felt the need to avoid it.

Earlier that morning, Weishu had thought about asking Beige to go with her. She knew that having a familiar person with her in an unfamiliar environment would make things a lot easier. But even if Beige wasn’t going on a business trip, Weishu didn’t plan to ask her to come with her anymore.

Lately, she had figured out Beige’s boundary: the past. As long as she didn’t bring it up, Beige would pretend it never happened. She didn’t know what had transpired, but she could actively compensate Beige for it. Weishu decided she would be a little better to her, and then a little better still—better than Beige was to her.