After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 26.2
Chapter 26.2: The Love Letters
Weishu felt so conflicted. The Beige from before was doting and tender, her eyes soft, but the Beige just now was full of aggression, like a beast marking its territory. Her intense possessiveness and wild charm were completely overwhelming. Weishu stood there, dazed for a while, before her heart rate finally returned to normal.
Beige filled the watering can, checked the pruning tools, put on her rain boots, and stood under the grapevines with two buckets, waiting for Weishu while taking a call.
“Thank you for your trouble, CEO Feng. It’s been a few years, so it’s not easy to find information.”
“…A business like that really exists?”
“Then please, I’d appreciate the introduction, CEO Feng.”
CEO Feng was a director at Hanbian Group, a project partner who had signed a contract with Beige before. Beige had asked him to investigate the truth behind the fall of the Wei family, how Weishu’s father died, and what happened to his wife and daughter after his death. CEO Feng had said he only knew about the business side of things, that Weishu’s father had committed suicide to avoid debt, and that his wife and daughter were already gone before his death. After his death, no one paid attention to the matter anymore, so he couldn’t provide the information Beige wanted most.
On her phone, Beige had the business card of the head of an investigation agency that CEO Feng had sent her. It was a new-era “detective studio” that had transformed and upgraded. In addition to looking for clues offline, they could also use big data to meet their clients’ needs. Because they were afraid of attracting unwanted attention, they only took on clients through referrals. Beige hesitated for a long time before deciding to add the contact.
“Darling, can I wear your athletic clothes?” Weishu called out, her face pressed against the glass of the window on the first floor.
Beige didn’t look up. “Of course.”
Weishu tilted her head. “I’m going into your bedroom now.”
Beige didn’t react immediately. She was about to go and get clothes for Weishu when she saw Weishu walk straight into her bedroom. A second later, Beige suddenly remembered what was in her bedroom and ran toward it.
“Wait!”
Weishu stood in the middle of her bedroom, her hands on her hips. In just a few seconds, she had taken in the entire room. Beige’s bedroom was a little messier than Weishu’s. There were a lot of things, and they were all out in the open. Because the room was small, it looked a bit cramped at a glance.
On the desk was an upright vinyl record rack, but instead of records, it held photos of the two of them from childhood to adulthood. When Weishu was little, she had a cartoon camera that could take and develop pictures, and she was obsessed with it, using up the battery every time they went out to play. Most of the photos were of the two of them playing. Either Weishu took them or Beige took them. There were very few photos of them together. But Beige had laminated and sealed every single one of them and put them in a thin photo frame. All these years later, they hadn’t even faded much.
Weishu picked up the photo in the middle. It showed her and Beige hugging. More accurately, it was Weishu unilaterally hanging onto Beige, standing on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around her neck. Both of them were smiling so widely that their teeth were showing.
Weishu looked at it for a long time, then turned it over. The back read, “Little Shu’s 10th Birthday Memory.”
Beige saw the photo, her eyes a little dazed. “That’s your tenth birthday memory.”
“Do I have any of these memories?” Weishu loved them so much. She flipped through them, and every photo of a young Beige was so beautiful.
Beige slowly shook her head. “I don’t know.” Weishu had a lot of photos back then, but when her family’s situation changed, the photos were probably lost or destroyed in the chaos.
“I didn’t even know what you looked like when you were little.” Weishu touched the face of the young Beige in the photo and said in surprise, “You were this cool even as a kid?”
A young Beige was the complete opposite of Weishu’s style. She had short hair and wore neat T-shirts and jeans. The clothes were made of durable fabric that wouldn’t get dirty easily, the kind you could do manual labor in at any time. Weishu, on the other hand, was usually in all kinds of princess dresses. Her mother would occasionally dress her as a flower girl or in ancient Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties costumes—anything that was delicate and adorable.
Beige said helplessly, “Don’t we look like a rich young lady and her personal maid?”
Weishu shook her head. “You look like my guard.”
Beige was stunned for a moment.
“My big sister who protects me,” Weishu said, looking up at Beige with a brilliant smile. She waved the photos in her hand, her voice as cheerful as a newborn bird. “Can I take some of these photos with me to keep?”
Beige was a little reluctant. She hesitated. “Leave a few for me.”
“I’ll only take one.” Weishu hid a solo photo of Beige in her arms. “You have so many photos of yourself. Don’t be stingy.”
Beige saw that Weishu was only taking her solo photos and not the ones of a young Weishu. She was instantly relieved. “It’s fine. Take them.”
Weishu skipped happily toward the door, hiding the photo. Just before she left, she remembered she hadn’t changed her clothes. “The casual clothes,” Weishu said, blinking.
Beige snapped back to reality and hurriedly went to her closet to find something. “My clothes are a little big. You’ll have to make do with them.” Beige picked out three outfits. “If it doesn’t work out, I’ll go buy some with you.”
Weishu nodded, then shook her head. “I’ll wear yours for now. We can talk about it later.” Weishu’s closet only had business suits and lingerie. She planned to clean it out sometime soon and get rid of what she didn’t need and add to it.
Beige cleared her throat. “Then you change. I’ll go out first.”
After a while, with a door separating them, Weishu called out. “Darling, do you have any smaller clothes?” Weishu asked, her face a little pained as she pulled the door open. Her top was fine, just a little loose, but the pants kept falling down. Beige’s clothes were already a loose fit, and Weishu was so thin that the waistband couldn’t even stay on her waist.
Beige was baffled. “They have an elastic waistband. How is your waist so thin?” Maybe it was a genetic difference. Weishu had a small frame, and her shoulders, waist, and hips couldn’t support clothes well.
“I haven’t grown in five years. All my clothes are this size.” Beige pulled out a belt. “Fold the waistband down once and tie it with a belt. Will that do for now?” Weishu reluctantly dragged the clothes out.
The garden was a huge project, especially since no one had taken care of it for over a month. The garden had a tiered design, with a little red house, a windmill, grapevines, and a swing set. The space was divided by winding stone paths, and the rest was filled with flowers. The two of them first cleared the paths, cutting the weeds that had grown rampant in the cracks. The path was only meant for grass to peek out a little, creating a lush green look. Then they moved on to taking care of the various flowers. Weishu liked green, so the flowers in the garden were all small, clustered in an ocean of green.
Beige was worried about Weishu’s arm and didn’t let her do any heavy lifting. She just told her to find the places that needed pruning, and then Beige would get to work. One person found, the other pruned. They worked together with a perfect rhythm. After a whole afternoon, the garden was completely refreshed.
“I’m so tired.” Weishu used the watering can to wash all the leaves. She was exhausted after putting everything down. She just wanted to lay on the ground and become a salted fish.
“Whose idea was it to do it yourself?” Beige had been watching her from the porch. The garden had a sprinkler system that could spray water evenly and powerfully, which could completely replace manual labor. Only a few potted plants needed to be watered by hand. But Weishu was determined to have “close contact and a bond” with the plants she was raising.
Beige patted Ding-Dong’s head. “Go rub up against your mom and get some of that motherly love.” Ding-Dong was very perceptive. It understood what Beige meant, meowed, jumped off the railing, and walked over to Weishu’s feet, stepping on them.
Even though she was exhausted, how could she ignore her child who had come to ask for affection? Weishu picked up Ding-Dong and sighed. “Can we talk about something? Shouldn’t Ding-Dong be on a diet?”
Beige walked over and massaged the muscles in her waist. “Ragdolls are big cats. You’re holding her now. You can feel her stomach. There’s no fat. She’s very healthy.”
Weishu buried her face in Ding-Dong’s belly and took a few sniffs. “Ugh, a mouth full of fur.”
Beige took the cat from her, and patted Weishu’s butt. “Go take a shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Weishu’s eyes lit up. “Oh, right! We have a massage bathtub!”
Beige raised an eyebrow and reminded her. “Be careful with your arm, and don’t soak for too long. The food will get cold.”
Dinner was two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. Weishu was more used to eating seafood, but she had gotten much better recently. When she was extremely hungry, she would eat other things. She could eat regular food as long as it had a little seafood sauce on it, and her aversion to food had improved a lot.
“This is a weird taste,” Weishu said, putting a piece of beige-colored pastry in her mouth. It smelled like seafood, but it didn’t taste like it.
Beige looked up at her. “Can you handle it?”
Weishu nodded. “I can.”
Beige quietly noted her reaction and explained, “I bought crab to make crab roe buns for you last time, and I saved the shells. I steamed them with this rice cake today, and that’s why it smells like this.”
Beige had tried everything to make Weishu eat less seafood, even coming up with the idea of “tricking her with flavors.” How could Weishu not be grateful? She immediately gave her a sweet smile. “Thank you, darling. You’re the best to me.”
Beige liked hearing that. But her face remained calm and she said nonchalantly, “That’s not necessarily true.”
“Besides you, who else? I’ve been sick for so long, and no one came to see me. Only you took care of me.” Weishu said with conviction. “I like you the most.”
Beige subconsciously nodded. Does that Doris love her as much as I do? I was the one who took care of Weishu when she was sick. This child was raised under my protection. She should be my person. No one can steal her from me.
Beige picked up a piece of vegetable and put it on Weishu’s plate. “Eat more. You’re too thin. It’s not healthy.”
“I know, I’m eating.” Weishu poked a plump shrimp ball with her chopsticks.
Beige casually scooped up a spoonful of meat sauce and sprinkled it on the shrimp ball. “Eat up.”
After the workout, Weishu ate two bowls of rice. After dinner, Weishu threw the dishes into the dishwasher and collapsed onto the sofa. “Don’t fall asleep here. You’ll catch a cold.” Mom-Beige was back online.
Weishu buried her face in the sofa. She had pulled her pajamas up, revealing her calves and half of her thighs. Weishu kicked her legs, groaning in dissatisfaction. “I don’t want to move. Everything hurts.”
“That’s what happens when you’re not used to exercising and you do too much at once.” Beige sat next to her and gently pulled her arm over. Weishu’s arm was almost healed and she had developed muscle memory, so she didn’t touch it when she was awake. But Beige was still careful, gently arranging her left arm and then massaging her from the shoulder down.
She followed the direction of the muscles to knead the meridians, pressing lightly on certain pressure points. There wasn’t much flesh on Weishu’s body; it looked like she had been malnourished for years. Under the thin layer of muscle were her protruding bones. Beige didn’t dare use too much force, afraid she would leave bruises.
“Feeling better?” Beige brushed the hair from the back of Weishu’s head and saw that her forehead was glistening with sweat. Weishu had been gritting her teeth and enduring the pain.
Weishu let out a long sigh, sitting up one joint at a time like a zombie, then she stretched her neck from side to side like she had regained her flexibility. “Much better.”
“We’ll go for a check-up at the hospital tomorrow and pick up Yu Qing on the way,” Beige said, stroking Weishu’s head and smiling faintly.
Weishu hummed in acknowledgment and took out her phone. “Then I’ll let Sister Qin know.”
“Remember to go to bed early,” Beige instructed.
Weishu obediently replied, “Okay, darling. Good night.”
“Good night.”
My baby.