After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Homecoming

Everything in the hospital room was already packed. Beige entered the ward, intending to bring her home.

The VIP ward at the city center hospital was on a high floor. In the morning, the light was excellent, and through the floor-to-ceiling window, you could see the garden with its winding stream outside. Pale yellow sunlight filtered through the patterned gauze curtains, pooling around the person sitting by the window.

Weishu was sitting slightly sideways on the sofa, most of her body silhouetted against the light. In her hands, she held a clipboard, which she must have gotten from a nurse, and was drawing something on a piece of A4 paper with a pencil. Her left hand was in a cast, so she had to use her knee to support the board. Her strokes were very light.

Amidst the soft scratching of the pencil, fresh air blew in from outside the floor-to-ceiling window, lifting a corner of the gauze curtain and stirring the loose strands of Weishu’s hair that hadn’t been tucked behind her ear.

Beige watched Weishu in a daze, her gaze moving from the injured arm to her sweet profile, and finally settling on the drawing. The way Weishu held her pencil was very graceful. Her fingers, held together, were fair and slender, relaxed yet firm, creating alternating light and dark shadows on the paper. Beige had always loved watching her draw, never growing tired of it. When drawing, Weishu was always very quiet. She could sit for an entire afternoon, sometimes forgetting to eat, and she didn’t like to be disturbed.

Beige leaned against the doorframe, watching her silently, not making a sound. It wasn’t until Weishu finished drawing, took the A4 paper from the clipboard, and held it up to the window to examine it, that she saw the person in the doorway.

Beige’s expression was calm. During the wait, she had already swallowed all the awe and bitterness in her heart.

Weishu’s gaze was gentle, and a smile played on her lips. “Is there something you need?”

She had been busy with tests these past few days and knew that she had lost her memory in a car accident. The person in the doorway was most likely her girlfriend—one she had been with for many years, the kind of relationship where all their friends knew about them. But Weishu had no memory of her. She had only lost her memory; her personality hadn’t changed. For a stranger she didn’t know, she still instinctively acted distant and detached.

But over these past few days, the person in the doorway had been so attentive, running errands for her. She even personally washed the cup Weishu drank from and would rush back from the company in the middle of the night to tuck her in. The way she looked at her was always so fragile and focused, as if a single cough from Weishu could startle her. Weishu’s expression couldn’t help but soften.

Unfortunately, Beige didn’t look up, missing the softness in Weishu’s eyes.

She understood Weishu’s personality better than anyone. Gentle in childhood, she had gone through the profound trauma of her parents’ death in her youth. As an adult, besides painting, she was cold toward everything else. Most people and things were burdens she could easily discard. These past few days, a sense of panic had existed deep within her heart, as if she were walking on light, airy fallen leaves, not knowing which step would slip, sending her plunging into a deep pit. She was afraid for Weishu to speak, afraid of hearing something she couldn’t bear to accept. This was why she was unwilling to talk to her too much.

Beige straightened up, her eyes lowered, and said softly, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“No,” Weishu shook her head. “Can I go home now?”

Beige nodded. “I’ve already completed the discharge paperwork. We can go home now.”

Weishu asked, “Where to?”

The question made the smile on Beige’s lips freeze for a moment. “…To our home, of course.”

Weishu had her own place. Not to mention her privileged family background, she was also a well-known painter herself. She had her own studio and design brand. Although her income wasn’t as high as Beige’s, it was enough for her to live a comfortable life. The amnesiac Weishu didn’t remember her, and even before her memory loss, Weishu preferred being alone. If Weishu insisted on living alone, Beige would have no way to refuse. Thinking of this, Beige could barely maintain her smile.

Weishu was silent for a few seconds, looking at her drawing without saying anything.

To live with this person or not? The question seemed to have only one answer.

In her hand was a self-portrait. She had drawn herself with half her face bandaged. The lines were blurry, the colors a melancholic blue. The overall mood was somber, but in one corner of the background, she had drawn a dining table with a green checkered tablecloth, with two plates of food on it. The colors were bright and the lines were lively. A self-portrait is deeply private, a subconscious manifestation of one’s personal thoughts. It reflects a person’s perceptions, desires, and yearnings. A painting doesn’t lie. Even having lost her memory, the life she subconsciously desired bore traces of another person.

After a long pause, Weishu finally looked up. “Okay.”

Beige let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief. She walked over to get Weishu’s backpack but bumped into Weishu, who had also bent down to get the bag. Weishu’s wrist was more slender than most people’s. You could see the blue-purple veins under her fair skin. Beige hesitated, then avoided her hand and picked up the backpack for her.

“Your arm is still hurt. Don’t carry anything.”

As she stood up, Weishu said softly, “Thank you.”

In the car, Weishu was tired from drawing for so long and didn’t say a word. Also, she hadn’t eaten much while in the hospital for the past few days. Her originally full cheeks had thinned a bit. Although she no longer looked as sickly as she did at first, her complexion hadn’t regained much color. She was curled up in the spacious seat, as quiet as a faint shadow. Beige’s heart ached with pity and tenderness. The questions she wanted to ask remained unspoken, for she could never find the right moment.

She brought Weishu back to their home.

The entrance had a tall iron gate, and inside was a ring of lush green lawn, with a few small, elegant trees planted here and there. It was clear that the sod had been carefully selected and maintained daily to achieve such a vibrant and clear green. Weishu looked out the window. The green was filtered by the car’s glass into a soft, warm light, which was reflected in her clear, crystalline eyes. She seemed to be in a daze, staring outside for a long time. It wasn’t until the car pulled into the garage and everything was hidden from view that she withdrew her gaze.

Beige opened the door for her and naturally helped her out of the car.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?” Beige asked gently.

Weishu shook her head. She only wanted to rest right now. “I’d like to take a nap.”

“Okay,” Beige said, opening the door and getting out a pair of slippers for her. “Then you should rest first.”

Weishu turned to look at the garden outside and couldn’t help but ask, “Did you design this garden?”

Beige followed her gaze, feeling a bit amused. She shook her head slightly. “You’re the one who takes care of the garden. You don’t let me get involved.” Realizing her words might be misunderstood, Beige continued to explain, “I have no artistic talent and don’t enjoy gardening or things like that.” Mainly, the garden was Weishu’s territory. Beige once had a sudden urge to help with the pruning, but she ended up trimming the flowers to a bare stump. After that, Weishu never let her touch them again.

Beige pushed the door open, and Weishu followed closely. Before her feet had even fully entered the house, a big furball dropped down from above her head. Weishu took half a step back and saw that it was a blue bicolor Ragdoll cat.

“Don’t be scared,” Beige said, seeing that Weishu was startled and worried that she would dislike her cat. She quickly explained, “He’s very affectionate.”

Weishu noticed the pattern on the cat’s face. The blue “mountain” marking was asymmetrical, the color was a bit pale, and the edges weren’t well-defined. Overall, it was a Ragdoll with a less-than-perfect facial marking. Weishu was about to look away but suddenly froze.

The Ragdoll rubbed its big, fluffy head against her pants leg. Because of the slight angle, the mottled pattern on its face formed a landscape of intersecting mountains and rivers. Weishu had a strong feeling that the person who bought this cat was definitely drawn to its markings.

“Dingdong, stop bothering your mom. She’s hurt. Come here.”

Beige had already changed into her slippers and, with practiced ease, pulled a can of food from under the TV cabinet. Dingdong obediently crouched in front of Weishu, gave a soft meow, then went to eat the can of food with his tail curled up. Weishu found herself a little entranced as she watched her feed the cat.

Beige, tall and handsome with a straight back and a nice posture, smiled gently as she crouched down. Her intense eyes softened, and the commanding aura around her instantly receded, giving off a feeling of homely comfort. Paired with the cat’s obedient and fluffy appearance, the sight was both harmonious and heartwarming.

“Your room is on the second floor. You can go up to rest first. I’ll cook lunch, so remember to come down to eat.”

Beige helped her carry the suitcase to the door of the second-floor bedroom. Without another word, she smiled at her and went downstairs. Weishu watched her back for a few moments, then went upstairs.

The second floor opened up to a spacious hall. The wall opposite the stairs was covered in slender, strong-boned vines with small flowers of various colors. The palette was both grand and stunning. Below the wall, a small canal had been dug, with several rock formations in it. A few small white fish and a Brazilian turtle were swimming inside, making for a harmonious scene of mountains and water. Further inside were a study, a gym, an art studio, and a bedroom.

Weishu had initially wondered why she wasn’t told which room on the second floor was hers. From the look of it, the entire second-floor space belonged to her. After a three-second hesitation, she first pushed open the door to the art studio. The studio was filled with casual sketches. If Weishu’s doubts about her relationship with Beige were both rational and emotional back at the hospital, they began to fade little by little after she entered this “home for two.” Finally, pushing open the studio door and seeing the incredibly familiar lines and compositions, the color schemes and decor style that perfectly matched her aesthetics, all of it proved one thing—this was truly their home together.

And the beautiful, gentle “stranger” downstairs was truly her girlfriend.

An indescribable emotion spread through her heart, making her unable to resist smiling.

She opened the closet. Inside were neatly folded pajamas. She pulled out a camisole in a Van Gogh color palette, put it on while avoiding her injured left arm, then fell into the soft covers and slept soundly, without a single dream.

When she woke up, it was already past noon. She looked up and saw that the clock showed one o’clock. Weishu suddenly remembered that Beige had said to come down to eat. She quickly slipped on her slippers and went downstairs. Before she even got downstairs, she smelled the aroma of food at the top of the stairs.

Beige, wearing a solid-colored khaki apron, was pouring a bone broth from a rice cooker into a bowl. Hearing Weishu coming downstairs, Beige placed the dishes on the table and smiled at her. “You’ve woken up just in time. Come and eat.”

Beige had a good figure, with incredibly long legs and a shapely behind. The apron cinched her at the waist, perfectly accentuating her curves. Paired with her wholesome, domestic look as she cooked, Weishu couldn’t look away for a moment. But Beige took off the apron right away, and the food on the table drew Weishu’s attention.

Weishu saw the big table full of dishes. Most of them were seafood? There was salt-baked prawns, oyster omelet, steamed sea cucumber with egg, and steamed carp, plus a bowl of bone broth.

“Do you really like to eat seafood?” Weishu couldn’t help but ask. Then she looked down at her arm. “Am I not supposed to eat seafood? It’s considered an inflammatory food, which can affect wound healing, right?”

Beige’s expression faltered. She didn’t answer the first question, but instead served her a bowl of multigrain rice. “The prawns are freshwater prawns. Oysters, sea cucumbers, and fish are all okay to eat. Don’t worry.”

Weishu nodded. She didn’t understand these things, so she just took Beige’s word for it. She sat down and took a bite. Her eyes instantly lit up. “It’s delicious.” Only managing to say “It’s delicious,” Weishu lowered her head to savor the food, bite after bite. Her mouth was completely full, and she couldn’t speak another word.

Seafood is all about freshness, and the ingredients are incredibly important. Weishu didn’t know where Beige got them, but the flavors were rich and savory, and the meat was firm and springy, making it impossible to stop eating.

Beige put on a pair of disposable gloves and peeled a whole plate of prawns for Weishu. She then took off her apron, glanced at her phone, and stood up. “You can just leave the dishes on the table after you’re done. I’ll clean up when I get back tonight. I have some things to deal with at the company, so I’m going out for a bit.”

Weishu swallowed the soup in her mouth. “Aren’t you eating?” She had been so focused on eating just now that she only now noticed that Beige had only the leftover shells and half a bowl of bone broth. It seemed she hadn’t eaten anything herself.

“I’m not hungry,” Beige said casually. She took a phone from her bag and handed it to Weishu. Her voice was low and held an indescribable tenderness. “This is your phone. It was broken in the accident. I was afraid you had something saved on it without a backup, so I had someone fix it. It should work normally now.”

Weishu quickly wiped her hands and took it. Since losing her memory, she had barely touched anything familiar, apart from her own drawings. Now that she had her phone, she could at least look at her social media to find out what kind of person “Weishu” was.

Beige wanted to reach out and touch her head. Seeing that Weishu had already lowered her head to scroll through her phone, she just watched her for a moment and quietly said, “Remember to eat,” before leaving the house.