After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: A Test

Beige stopped walking, and the person in front of her turned around. Weishu, looking completely innocent, asked, “What’s wrong, darling?”

Beige lowered her head, her voice very soft. “Go put some clothes on.”

Weishu swayed her body. “I am wearing clothes.”

Beige’s pupils were pitch black, like a deep sea was swirling inside them. “You are not to wear such revealing clothes.”

Weishu spread her arms and legs, extending her body and her curves. “Not even in front of you? I’m not going outside.”

She wanted to go outside? Beige felt the nerves in her forehead jump, and a deafening sound seemed to roar in her ears, threatening to split her head apart.

Weishu walked up to her, her soft fingers sliding up Beige’s arm. The moment they touched Beige’s wrist, they were waved away, but she stubbornly wrapped her hand around it again. “Are you my husband?” Weishu’s hand was already on Beige’s shoulder, sliding along her delicate, slender neck. She barely touched Beige’s lips with her own, her voice full of extreme dissatisfaction and tenderness. “And you still want me to put on more clothes.”

What do you mean ‘like this’? You know this is inappropriate? Weishu gave a loud kiss, a sneak attack on Beige’s mouth. Beige’s eyes widened. Before she could react, Weishu wrapped herself around her like a beautiful snake.

Beige immediately pushed her away, her face tense as she walked a few steps. Just as Weishu was about to follow, she saw Beige grab an apron from the kitchen and quickly tie it around her.

The apron only covered the front. Weishu turned her head and looked at her waist. Beige had even tied a big bow in the back, blocking all the view. Weishu’s face went blank for a few seconds before a smile appeared. “If that’s what you want, I’ll just wear the apron.”

As she spoke, she placed her fingers on the edge of her shorts, reaching inside to slide them down, revealing her skin inch by inch…

“Weishu.”

Weishu was stunned. It was the first time Beige had called her by her full name like that, and her tone was quite frightening.

Ding-Dong had slipped back into her cat bed at some point, peeking out with half her head, not daring to make a sound.

Weishu looked at Beige’s expression, unsure of how far she had pushed her. Beige stood there for a long time, as stiff as a frozen fish. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

You’re using Weishu’s body to do things to seduce me, but you haven’t succeeded yet.

“Of course, I know what I’m doing. But I don’t understand why you’re so angry. Do you really hate me that much?” Weishu hadn’t intended to do anything. She had seen this outfit in a closet and thought it looked good on a whim. It was only because Beige wouldn’t compliment her and had tied a greasy apron on her that she’d reacted that way. She wasn’t actually going to do anything like that. And even if she were, why was Beige so angry?

After Weishu calmed down, Beige also fell silent. The house was quiet for a long time. Weishu was a little cold and shivered, sniffing her nose. In the silent house, it sounded like a small sob.

Beige moved. She turned to look at the person with her back to her, and after a moment, she let out a heavy sigh. “You’ve always wanted to know why I’m not willing to be close to you, right?” It was the first time Beige had ever brought this up.

Weishu hugged her arms and turned around, and at the same time, Beige’s jacket was draped over her shoulders. Beige pushed her down onto the sofa and half-knelt in front of her. These words were hard to say. Every time she tried, she wanted to bury herself in the dirt.

“We grew up together. You were so clingy when you were little. It wasn’t just physical contact; you’d be a koala on my back all day.” Beige’s tone was a bit self-deprecating. “How could I hate touching you?”

Weishu lowered her head and said nothing. She knew Beige had more to say.

The next moment, Beige continued, her voice rough. “Then, something happened to your family. I still don’t know what happened back then. There was a gap of nearly two years between the time something happened to your family and the next time I heard from you. After that, you didn’t want to see me. It was like you… hated me.”

The words were out, and Beige let out a long sigh of relief. This guilt had been weighing on her heart, and she had never been able to say it. If Weishu hadn’t lost her memory, these words might have been suppressed forever.

Weishu was stunned. She hated her? “When something happened to my family, were we not together?” Weishu didn’t understand. If they had grown up together, why had they been apart for so long?

Beige closed her eyes tightly. “I’m sorry. I said I would always grow up with you. I broke my promise.”

Weishu murmured, “Why?”

Beige’s eyes were red. “I started high school when I was fifteen, and my mom quit her job and took me away from Jincheng. I couldn’t be with you anymore, and I couldn’t keep my promise.”

To this day, every time she thinks of Weishu running after their car in her pajamas, Beige’s heart aches. Her feet were raw, she fell down, and she looked nothing like a little princess. She cried like the sky was falling, and Beige, who used to comfort her whenever she was sad, was gone for good.

“I hated you because of that?” Weishu sounded a little doubtful.

Beige shook her head, her voice unsure. “I don’t know. But I can’t think of any other reason. You hated me, but maybe you also loved me. It was a mix of love and hate, and you didn’t want me to touch you. I was afraid that if your memory came back… you would hate me even more.”

Weishu had a feeling in her heart that this wasn’t the whole truth. Her love for Beige was far greater than this thin, flimsy hatred. She might have missed Beige back then, but she didn’t necessarily hate her.

“Did you misunderstand me?” Weishu’s eyes fluttered, her face full of sincerity. “I’m not that petty, am I? Not after all these years.”

Beige still shook her head, her voice uncertain. “But you really did hate me. I could feel it.”

“A person’s feelings aren’t always accurate,” Weishu now understood. Beige had already formed this impression of her, and no matter what she did, it was easy for Beige to misunderstand her. “For example, when you were on the phone with Yu Qing, I was just jealous, but you thought I was annoyed that you were getting close to my best friend.”

Beige’s eyes were hesitant as she fell into thought. “But you really did say you wanted to keep your distance.”

“I also agreed to your proposal,” Weishu said, pouting. “Am I some kind of casual person? I’m already living with you. If I didn’t want to, I could just move out. Or did you use some kind of tactic to force me to live here and marry you?”

The more Weishu talked, the lower she bent. She finally leaned her face against Beige’s. Beige couldn’t stand her interrogation and turned her head away. “…Of course, I didn’t force you!”

“I would never marry someone I don’t love. You can rest assured.”

Weishu’s tone was so certain that Beige stared at her blankly, her eyes changing from suspicious to dim, and finally becoming incredibly complicated.

Whether Weishu loves me or not, that answer is a mystery.

She couldn’t explain why Weishu had agreed to marry her. Just as she couldn’t explain Weishu’s love for her ex. The words in those journals were one sentence after another, all a testament to Weishu’s obsession and passionate love for that person. That was how Weishu loved someone. It was a fiery, unrestrained passion. It was not cold and distant, a respectful relationship.

Yes, this was the other reason Beige hadn’t told Weishu. I wasn’t willing to touch you because you weren’t willing. And your unwillingness, day after day, made me unwilling too.

Beige didn’t want to lie to herself. She was jealous, so crazy jealous that she didn’t want to touch Weishu until the misunderstanding was resolved. But emotionally, she couldn’t resist Weishu’s closeness. She felt like she was being tempered by ice and roasted by fire. The angel on her shoulder and the devil on her shoulder were fighting, pulling each other’s hair out and biting each other’s faces, and neither had won. Beige’s heart was in pieces.

“We both have our own opinions. Can we both take a step back?” Beige really didn’t want to go through this kind of test every day. The person she loved was throwing herself into her arms, looking at her with such innocent eyes. If Beige’s heart had wavered for a moment, she would have been provoked into doing something like an animal. That might temporarily fulfill Weishu’s wish, but if her memory came back and she started digging up old grudges and remembering what Beige had done to her… the proposal she had so painstakingly agreed to might fall through. And Beige would be condemned by her own pride.

She was taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability, and playing the part of a mistress, even though she was the official partner.

“Step back? If I take another step back, I’ll be living in the office,” Weishu’s dissatisfaction was practically overflowing from her eyes. She tugged at the fluff on her chest, complaining. “This outfit was in my closet. How was I supposed to know you’d never seen me wear it? I thought you bought it for me.”

Beige’s eyes darted around, finally settling on the floor in front of Weishu. Come to think of it, she might have bought this outfit. She remembered a business partner of hers, who ran a company that sold adult novelties, had invited her out for some fun when Weishu had just moved in. Beige refused, saying she had someone at home who kept her in line. So, the person immediately sent her a huge box of related items, including costumes and various small toys.

When the package was delivered, Beige was on a business trip, and Weishu signed for it. Because it was so heavy, she left it on the steps outside. Later that night, when it started to rain, Weishu ran out to bring it inside. The cardboard box, when it got wet, easily ripped, and as she pulled it, the box tore open, and everything spilled onto the ground.

Beige didn’t want to imagine the scene. All she knew was that Weishu picked up every single item and put it back in the box, leaving it on the coffee table in the living room. That was their first month of living together. Weishu’s sleep was terrible, so Beige had moved to the second floor, believing she was a person of integrity and purity, with no shallow, carnal desires for anyone. She was horrified to see those things and wanted to bury herself in the ground.

Weishu calmly picked up a small tail from the pile. “Did you want to use all these things on me?”

Beige’s face turned red as she snatched the item out of her hand. “No, I didn’t. Believe me.”

Weishu let her hide the things like she was covering up a guilty secret. Weishu then picked up another item from the pile, and with a few swings, it made a crisp whizzing sound. “We should keep this. It’s quite sturdy,” Weishu said.

Beige took the item from her hand with a blank expression, and said coldly, “Don’t even think about it. I’m throwing all of them away.” And she did just that.

So later, when she occasionally went into Weishu’s room and found one of the headbands hanging on the wall as a decoration, she was incredibly shocked and confused. Beige couldn’t possibly think that Weishu wanted to wear something so tacky, so she could only conclude that Weishu wanted to dress her up. What kind of person who played the bottom would be obsessed with things like this? Unless she wasn’t pure.

Because of this, for a while, when Beige was at certain unavoidable events, she would stare at the staff coming and going. When they approached her, she would hand them a wad of cash and only ask them questions.

For example:

What do you do when a customer wants to be on the bottom?

How do you adapt when you want to switch roles?

Can I really try it?

What if I try it once and get addicted and can’t go back?

They took her money and didn’t have to provide a service, so they were happy to teach her. With their guidance, Beige gradually accepted that Weishu might have certain needs in the future, to the point where she was willing to lie down and play the part, which even caused some embarrassing moments.

Beige, lacking confidence, spoke in a weaker voice. “…enduring it won’t kill you.”

Weishu’s expression went from a “blank stare” to a “sudden wide-eyed look.” “Are you saying I’m sexually frustrated?!”

Beige was at a loss for words. “I am too… but given our situation, it’s more suitable to remain chaste for now.”

Weishu pulled the jacket together, stared at Beige for a while, then got up, leaving behind a noble and cold back. “Hehe.”

Beige was speechless for a long time, doubting that she had gotten through to her.

When Weishu reappeared, she had changed into pajamas. The clothes were loose, and so was her spirit. She had no energy. “It’s time to eat.”

Weishu pulled out a chair with a bang. The food on the table was half-cold, and she didn’t even look at it, just picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

Beige pushed the cold dishes toward her and put the hot ones in the microwave to heat.

“Try this,” Beige pushed some seafood in front of Weishu. “It’s delicious.”

Weishu moved around the seafood. “I have gout.”

Beige was speechless.

Beige was persistent, praising the food. “This dish is so good! This one is too! The taste is excellent! It’s worthy of being the food you bought.”

Weishu lifted her eyelids, her face expressionless. “Can you eat without talking?”

Beige sighed in defeat.

Beige was quiet for a few seconds, then looked up again. “One last thing.”

Weishu picked up her bowl and got up.

Beige reached out and accurately grabbed Weishu’s wrist. “Yu Qing is coming next week.”

Weishu pursed her lips, her voice neither warm nor cold. “Oh really? I had no idea.” With that, she twisted her wrist to break free from Beige, poured herself a bowl of porridge, and sat back down, looking annoyed under Beige’s longing gaze.

“Why do you keep staring at me?!” Weishu threw down her chopsticks and glared back. “Is there something else you want to lecture me about? Just say it all at once.”

Beige’s neck shrank. How could she dare to lecture Weishu anymore? A sexually frustrated woman was truly terrifying. “I brought back the Dai clothing you wanted.” She wore a pleading expression, as if offering a gift to make peace. Beige’s eyes were wide, as if a layer of eyeliner had been applied. She was full of, “Look how sincere I am.”

“Oh? I don’t really want it anymore,” Weishu said nobly and coldly, rolling her eyes. She put down her chopsticks. She was full.

Beige had no choice but to get up dejectedly and start clearing the dishes. “Well, okay. I’ll do the dishes. You go get some rest.”

Weishu walked up to the second floor, hugging Ding-Dong, and while she walked, she instructed the little cat. “An inconsistent woman is truly terrifying. You have to maintain a stable personality. You can’t be as crazy as other little cats. When you like someone, you go over to them for a cuddle and a can of food. When you’re full, you walk away with your tail in the air. When you get annoyed, you bite them. Those are stray cats who grew up on the streets. Their domestication level is low, and they have a wild animal nature. We shouldn’t be like those cats.”

Beige heard Weishu’s muttering from downstairs. She felt like Weishu wasn’t talking about cats at all, and her mood became even more depressed.

She put the dishes in the dishwasher. The maid would take care of the rest. Beige took her luggage into the bedroom to unpack, took a shower, and opened her laptop to deal with the company matters that had piled up over the past few days. When her midnight alarm went off, she worked for a little while longer before getting up.

At that moment, a WeChat call came in. It was Yu Qing.

“I calculated the time difference. It’s probably late there, so I didn’t call Weishu. Next Saturday, Bei’ao airport. You don’t need to pick me up; I don’t know the exact landing time anyway.”

Beige yawned, quietly making a mental note. “Okay. I’ll tell Weishu tomorrow. Have a safe trip.”

“I hope so too, but I have a layover in Russia. Those pilots can fly a civilian plane like a fighter jet,” Yu Qing said. “So don’t come get me. Don’t come and get a dose of my post-flight grumpiness for no reason.”

Beige nodded. “Okay, I’ll tell Weishu.” She would definitely go pick her up. There was no way she would leave a guest alone at the airport.

After that, Yu Qing didn’t hang up. She was quiet for a moment. Beige frowned at her phone, which was still in a call, and asked, “Is there anything else?”

Yu Qing’s tone was a little hesitant, as if she was struggling with something. “Actually, it’s about Weishu’s years abroad… Emm, never mind. I’ll ask her first when I land.” Yu Qing hung up very quickly this time, not waiting for Beige to react.

Yu Qing was not at home. She was leaning against a street lamp by her door, holding a handwritten letter and taking a picture of it in the dim sun on a cloudy day. After careful consideration, she only sent it to Weishu.

Her work had been expanding these past few days. She had gained a lot of international fans through a certain app, and several pet-raising clubs from different countries had invited her to give lectures. So she had carved out six months to travel to six different countries. Her first stop next week was back to Jincheng, China.

Since she was going to be away for a long time, Yu Qing cleaned and organized everything in her house. As she was cleaning, she found many of Weishu’s things. Weishu had lived next door, separated by a wooden door. Their view was blocked, but they could hear each other. They often lay in bed at night chatting about everything under the sun. During the day, they would go to school and work part-time together. After a few years, their relationship was as strong as steel.

So, when Yu Qing found those things, she didn’t immediately connect them to Weishu.

They were a few unsent love letters. But the recipient was not Beige.

Earlier on the phone, she had been hesitant because she wanted to ask Beige if she had a different name, like “Doris” or “Ah Shui.” But after thinking about it, asking would only arouse suspicion. Weishu had never mentioned those two names before she lost her memory. Yu Qing had only ever heard Beige’s name from Weishu’s lips.

Many people thought Weishu didn’t love Beige, but Yu Qing had never believed that. Maybe it was because they had lived together for so long that one person’s feelings could deceive themselves but not an observer. If Weishu had no feelings for Beige, she could have rejected her when she came to see her. Instead, after all those years of back-and-forth, they had ended up together.

Since that was the case, it was better to ask Weishu first. Their relationship was ultimately for them to resolve.

…

Weishu received the message the next day at eight in the morning. At this time, Yu Qing was definitely asleep.

The picture showed three letters: one made of kraft paper, one with a floral pattern, and one with a wax seal. Each one was exquisitely beautiful. The cursive writing on them was fluid and elegant, a pleasure to look at.

Weishu: “You’ve become a poet? The poetry is good, but a little cringey.”

What “want to follow you” and “God will bless us” and “you are my summer daydream.” It gave me goosebumps. She hadn’t expected Yu Qing to reply so quickly.