After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The Welcome

Beige went to a Dai family’s home and paid a high price for a set of wedding clothes. The sequins sparkled, the embroidery was intricate, and the simple, rustic ethnic style carried a profound sense of art and history.

On her way back, Beige didn’t have the driver pick her up. Instead, she walked slowly along the small river. The sky above was a clear blue, the stream by her feet was crystal clear, and the surrounding plants were vibrant green. The air was fresh and pleasant. The environment here was excellent for a change of scenery. Facing the cool breeze, Beige let out a long sigh. The contract had been signed smoothly and the scenery was so beautiful that the slight heaviness in her chest had dissipated a great deal.

Ring, ring.

Her phone rang. Beige looked at the screen. It was a call from her mom.

“Mom,” Beige answered, stretching her other arm behind her with a laugh. “Is something wrong?”

Beige’s mother’s tone wasn’t light. The first thing she said was, “Why did you hide Weishu’s car accident from me?”

The smile on Beige’s lips faded slightly. She coaxed, “I was just afraid you’d worry. It wasn’t a big deal—just a small injury to her arm. She’ll be fine after some rest.”

“I’ve told you so many times, stay away from her if you can. She gets hurt, and you have to take care of her? You’re so busy with work every day, and you still have to cater to her. What are you getting out of this?” Beige’s mother was furious. She had always been against Beige and Weishu being together. A relationship that couldn’t be broken in their youth had glued them together, but her mother had clearly taken Beige away. Yet Weishu had found her again. She was like gum that couldn’t be peeled off, haunting them like a ghost.

Beige squeezed her phone, her fingers turning white, and she lowered her gaze. “Mom, please don’t interfere with this.”

Beige’s mother sighed. “I can’t control you anymore. I’m not interfering. How could I? I’m just worried that you’re working so hard. It wasn’t easy for my daughter to get to where she is today. Weishu isn’t a warm, caring person. Being with her…”

“Being with her is when I’m happiest,” Beige interrupted her softly. “Mom, I really love her. She’s not who you think she is. Please stop talking about it. Otherwise… it feels like you’re stabbing me in the heart.”

Beige’s mother heard the hidden meaning in her words and fell silent. After a long while, she asked cautiously, “Child, did something happen?”

“Mom, Weishu has been in poor health since she was little. Her mental state has been very bad these past few years. I’m truly afraid she might suddenly disappear one day. What would I do then?”

Beige’s eyes were a little moist. She thought of the person Weishu went to see before they got their marriage license, and she thought of the bitter feeling of pursuing someone you love who doesn’t love you back. Even more unbearable was the memory of Weishu’s indifferent, hollow eyes, devoid of any attachment to the world. All of this had been triggered by Weishu’s car accident, but because of Weishu’s amnesia, Beige was forced to suppress it. She felt like a crumbling gunpowder keg, blowing herself up from the inside, her heart decayed and collapsed, with wreckage everywhere.

Beige’s mother remained silent. Of course, she wanted Beige to find someone else to love, but Beige’s obsession over the years had made that almost impossible.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Beige tried to make her voice sound calm. “Mom, I’ll go see you in a few days.”

With that, Beige hung up.

Beige blinked, letting the moisture in her eyes evaporate. Her mother already didn’t like Weishu; she couldn’t mention this to her. The things between her and Weishu were something they had to solve on their own.

Her mood continued to drop. Beige couldn’t help but miss Weishu—her soft voice, her sweet smile, and the way her eyes looked at her. Only when she heard Weishu’s voice, saw her, and was with her, did Beige feel truly alive.

Beige sent a photo of the Dai clothing to Weishu. Not long after, she received a video call from her. A smile immediately bloomed on Beige’s face, and she quickly answered the call.

“My darling!” Weishu’s background was her Shu Color office, with a whole wall of colorful paintings. Her arm was in a sling hanging from her neck, her hands were covered in paint, there was a smudge of gray on her cheek, and her face was full of smiles. “You bought it?! That was so fast!”

Her voice was bright and cheerful.

Beige, through the screen, reached out to touch the gray smudge on her cheek. “You little calico cat.”

Weishu didn’t care. She wiped it away with her wrist, smudging it even more.

“Oh, you’re so messy,” Beige couldn’t help but sigh. “Do you have a wet wipe? Use a wet wipe to clean it.”

“It’ll get dirty again even if I wipe it. Don’t worry about it,” Weishu looked left and right. Seeing that no one was walking by, she blushed and gave Beige a smooching sound. “Mwah~”

Beige said “Oh,” her eyebrows lifting. Her eyes filled with countless small sparks of laughter, and her mood instantly shot back up to a perfect score.

“When are you coming back?” Weishu propped her phone on the desk, resting her head on her crossed forearm, her big eyes blinking right at the camera. “It’s been three days.”

Beige had originally planned to look around for a bit, but before she could say it, she changed her mind. “I’ll be back tonight.”

Weishu cheered and bounced up and down a little. “Then I’ll go home early tonight.”

“And you? Is everything going well?” Beige asked.

Weishu tilted her head. “Sister Qin is really nice, and so are the people at the studio. It’s just that their professional skills need more work… but still.”

At this point, Weishu bit her lip, her eyes conflicted, unsure of how to continue. Beige waited for her for half a minute, encouraging her. “Don’t be afraid. Just say it.”

“It’s just that ‘Shu Color’ isn’t what I thought it would be. It takes on commercial projects, and a lot of them I’m not happy with. I looked at the designs from the first year, and that was the style I wanted. I just don’t know why it changed in the second year. It became impetuous and pandered to the market. Although it made money and expanded to hire new employees, I still…” Weishu’s voice trailed off, her eyes a little stubborn and vulnerable. When she looked at Beige, she was practically begging for validation.

Beige gave a gentle laugh. “Why did you stop talking?”

Weishu pouted. “The studio’s development is decided by me. I just… I don’t understand why I would have done that before.”

“It’s okay if you don’t understand right now,” Beige said with a smile. “No matter what, it’s still you. Just take your time and you’ll figure it out.”

Since Beige said that, Weishu lifted her chin, feeling a little emboldened by the support. “Then I’m going to do whatever I want with it!”

“And what do you plan to do?” Beige’s eyes were full of laughter. “You don’t remember anything. If you do the opposite of what you used to do, and then your memory comes back, you’ll be in a mess.”

“I don’t care,” Weishu’s delicate little nose wrinkled as she complained softly. “Sister Qin said the first principle of taking on a design is if I like it. I’m not going to take on any random commercial projects anymore and let them turn my designs into whatever they want.”

At this point, Weishu stumbled over her words and added softly, “Except for certain clients.”

Beige let out a small cough. She had only found out by chance that her company’s designs had been given to Shu Color, so she didn’t know how to respond. Seeing that Beige was ignoring her, Weishu let out a small hmph.

Beige came back to herself, her eyes full of helplessness. “Fine, do whatever you want. You are my client.”

…

Liancheng was right next to Jincheng, a three-hour drive on the highway. With traffic in the city, it was already past eight o’clock when Beige got home. She parked the car in the garage and stepped on a flower petal as she walked through the garden. The garden hadn’t been cared for in over a month, and the flowers and leaves were wildly overgrown. Beige, feeling inspired, took out the large shears from the garage and began to trim the extra leaves. A layer of leaves slowly piled up at her feet, and Beige hummed a song, her mood growing more and more relaxed.

The house was dark. If Weishu wasn’t working overtime tonight, she should be home soon. Beige clipped the leaves as she waited for Weishu to come home. Before long, she heard a ding-dong sound.

“Ding-Dong?” Beige looked up in surprise. Ding-Dong had run out of the house and was coming down the path to find her. Ding-Dong was about to squat down to show her belly, but Beige was quick and scooped her up by the waist. “The ground is all muddy. Don’t roll around, or you’ll get the floor in the house dirty. If your mom gets mad, I’m not going to stick up for you.”

Ding-Dong found a comfortable spot in Beige’s arms and lifted her cat head. “Meow.”

Beige looked into her eyes for a moment. “Okay, okay. I’ll get you some canned food.” She looked back at the front door, thinking that after she fed Ding-Dong, she should call Weishu to ask when she was coming home.

As she walked up the steps, Ding-Dong jumped out of Beige’s arms on its own. The door was ajar, and Ding-Dong slipped back inside. Beige put her hand on the handle and pushed the door open.

“SURPRISE!”

The lights inside the house instantly came on. Colorful confetti exploded, fluttering down. Weishu was standing not far from the entrance, having pretended she wasn’t home to give Beige a surprise.

The sudden fright made Beige’s eyebrows curve. Before she could be scared, she started to laugh.

Weishu, like a clingy big cat, silently slipped into Beige’s arms. Her hands locked behind Beige’s back, and she buried her face in Beige’s chest, pressing herself against Beige perfectly.

“I need a hug,” Weishu said in a muffled voice.

Beige instinctively held her tighter, stroking her hair and back. “A hug.”

Weishu had missed her terribly and held her for a long time before letting go.

“What are you wearing?”

Weishu had ditched work that afternoon to get her hair and makeup done. Her face had delicate makeup, and her hair was styled into fluffy, small curls. With her round eyes, she really looked like some kind of innocent little animal. She was wearing hot pants and a small tank top. The clothes were covered in a layer of light pink fuzz. Her skin, largely exposed, was fair and glowing. Weishu raised her hand to play with her hair, making a heart-shooting gun with her fingers. “Pew pew—”

Beige clutched her heart and ruffled her hair. “Go put some clothes on. It’s cold in here.”

Weishu bounced. “I’m~ not~ cold.”

“I told the maid to take the last couple of days off, so we ate out,” Weishu said, pulling Beige by the wrist toward the dining room. “I got some takeout for you! I was so hungry waiting for you. Hurry, let’s eat together.”

Weishu turned and walked ahead. Beige gave a helpless smile, but just as her lips curled up, they froze like stone. Her gaze landed on Weishu’s back, or more specifically, the lower part of her back. The tank top only had a strap in the front and was backless. Beige had seen models wear this and only thought it looked cold, but she wasn’t surprised. But when Weishu turned around completely, the shape of the hot pants made her smile disappear.

An inverted heart.

The hollows of her back and the indentation of the heart formed a perfect triangle, like a bewitching Satan’s eye, swaying gently. It was like a plump fruit, tempting and just waiting to be picked.

Beige gripped Weishu’s hand, her fingers resting on Weishu’s slender, smooth wrist, tightening her hold slowly, inch by inch.

She was suddenly a bit unhappy.