After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 35
Chapter 35: In the Same Space
Outside, a storm raged. Inside, the bathroom was filled with steam, and the air outside the bathroom felt thick and stifling, as if it would melt a person. Weishu took her time in the shower, a full hour before she came out.
Beige had already prepared the ginger tea and cold medicine. When she saw Weishu come out, she pointed to the clothes on the sofa. “These are my pajamas,” Beige said, standing up and walking toward the door. “Change into these, drink the soup, take the medicine, and I’ll take you home later.”
Weishu looked through Beige’s clothes. It was a slip dress. She picked it up with her fingers, looking puzzled. “But there’s no bra here.”
Beige, with her back to Weishu, froze at the door. What? No bra?
“The slip dress has built-in pads,” Beige said, turning around and pulling on the fabric with both hands, gesturing for Weishu to look inside. “You don’t need a bra.”
Weishu pinched the fabric below her collarbone, looking disgusted. “It’s just an extra layer of cloth.”
Beige nodded. “…Isn’t it?”
Weishu’s eyes fell on Beige’s collarbone. She glanced from side to side and reluctantly said, “Fine, I’ll just wear it. I’ll put your jacket on when we go downstairs, so no one will be able to see.”
Beige said a stunned “oh.” When she closed the door and returned to the office, she belatedly realized what Weishu meant, and her cheeks flushed. She looked down at herself. She definitely couldn’t compare to Weishu. Weishu was the “big, white, and juicy rabbit” type, while she was just the “small, shallow-bowl” type—there was some, but not a lot. Beige nodded. Whatever. As long as Weishu has it, it doesn’t matter for me. She opened her phone and went online shopping, buying a batch of various styles of bras based on her own measurements.
“Honey, can you come in for a second?”
Before long, Weishu’s voice came from the bathroom. Beige pushed the door open and saw a smooth, fair back in front of her. It was so distracting it made her pause.
“The clothes are stuck to my back. I can’t pull them up. Can you help me?” Weishu’s arms were wrapped behind her, one reaching up from the bottom to pull the clothes, the other reaching down from the top to hook them. Her hands just couldn’t reach each other. There were already several red scratches on Weishu’s back. Beige pulled the bunched-up fabric smooth and slowly pulled it up, reminding her, “Keep your arms down and don’t use any force.”
Weishu quietly lowered her arms. With no arms blocking her, Beige used some force to pull the clothes up to her shoulder blades, and then—they got stuck.
“Hmm?” It was just a little more. Beige used a bit more force to continue pulling it up. Weishu let out a muffled groan.
“Can you… be gentler?”
Hearing the change in her tone, Beige blinked and leaned in to see Weishu’s expression. Weishu was looking down and didn’t react, but her earlobes were a little red. Beige pulled her head back and continued to use force. Then, as she pulled back, the corner of her eye accidentally caught a glimpse of the place that was being squeezed. Because of the tight pulling, it was becoming more pronounced.
Beige: …
She instantly let go and took a step back. “You can put on the rest yourself. I’m leaving.”
Beige hurried out and leaned against the door to calm herself down for a long time. After a while, she walked back to her seat with her arms stiffly at her sides and stared blankly ahead. A few more minutes passed. Beige raised her hand and picked up her phone, modifying the information on her recent order.
-Wrong size, requesting to change to size D.
The long slip dress Beige bought wasn’t a tight-fitting one. It had plenty of room. She had been puzzled about why it wouldn’t go up on such a thin waist, but now… no wonder Weishu got stuck halfway. All kinds of images started popping up in her mind again.
The “soaring little person” was like a wild horse that had broken free, riding an ostrich and flying around in her mind for a hundred rounds, yelling with a magic wand in its hand. The “rational little person” had a big head of cabbage on its head, sitting on a fence with a face of hopelessness. Behind it, three ostriches were viciously pecking at the cabbage, their bits and pieces splattering all over its face and head.
Beige poured herself a cup of cold, strong tea. The cold tea rolled down her throat, cooling down her burning heart and lungs. Beige inhaled and exhaled, adjusting her heart rate to a suitable frequency.
“This is not the time,” Beige told herself. “You haven’t earned her forgiveness yet. This behavior is a little… beastly.” As soon as she said that, it was like a blow to the head. All the romantic thoughts were like bubbles, shattering instantly and disappearing without a trace. Weishu might not remember, but that didn’t mean she could pretend she didn’t know. The mistake had been made. The only thing she should think about was how to make it right, and nothing else.
Just then, Weishu opened the door, wiping her hair. “Honey, can you come in and stay with me?”
Beige’s expression was as calm as water. She got up and walked in, her voice steady and full of integrity. “Okay.”
Weishu sat cross-legged on the bed and smiled at her, patting the bed next to her. Her voice was cheerful. “Come up and sit with me.”
Beige took off her low-heeled leather shoes, put on her cotton slippers, and sat cross-legged across from her. Weishu took her hand and looked down, thinking for a while. Beige saw that she had something to say, so she didn’t disturb her.
“Did you have a good time these past few days?” Two minutes later, Weishu was still holding her hand without saying anything, so Beige couldn’t help but start the conversation.
Weishu nodded her head slightly, her voice muffled. “Very good.”
“That’s good,” Beige said with a faint smile. “I’m glad you had fun.”
With the conversation started, Weishu’s words flowed more easily. “I want to ask you a question. You have to answer honestly.” Weishu looked up, her exquisite almond-shaped eyes reflected in Beige’s.
The expression in Beige’s eyes became even softer. “Go ahead.”
Weishu’s voice got quieter. She sounded very uncertain. “If one day, and I mean if, I do something to hurt you, will you break up with me?”
Weishu had gained a basic understanding of the illness she might have these past few days. Whether it was a mental disorder or a mood disorder, it would have a huge impact on the people around her. The things she had heard from many people since she woke up—that she was too cold to Beige, that she didn’t like to socialize, that she didn’t know how to consider other people’s feelings—now had a clear reason. Weishu was starting to get scared. What if one day, she recovered her memory and the illness relapsed, and she did something bad to Beige again? Would Beige abandon her?
Beige blinked very slowly and gently, repeating Weishu’s question. “Will I… break up with you?”
Weishu was distressed. “Yes. You’re so gentle and caring. Maybe you won’t want to take care of me anymore.”
“What would you do to hurt me?” Beige almost subconsciously thought of Doris. That symbolic woman who haunted her memories like a nightmare. But what did that matter? She had no right to be jealous. She was the one who abandoned Weishu first. How could she ask Weishu to only have her from beginning to end?
“Like, getting angry at you, ignoring you, giving you the silent treatment, saying terrible things to you, bullying you,” Weishu mumbled a long list of things. “Anyway, things like attacking you. Will you hate me?”
Beige let out a sigh of relief. “Is that all?”
“Isn’t that enough?” Weishu was a little surprised. “What else could there be?”
“If it’s just that,” Beige quickly adjusted her emotions without showing any signs. Her gaze was sincere. “I won’t.”
When Weishu heard her answer, she didn’t feel relieved. Instead, she became even more worried.
“Then what should I do? Now I’m even more worried,” Weishu said, crestfallen.
Beige said softly, “Worried about what?”
Weishu said, “If you don’t hate me and don’t break up with me, and you always indulge me, I’ll feel guilty.”
Beige raised her hand and stroked her head. “It’s me who should feel guilty. It was my fault that you were hurt so much. You don’t blame me and you still came back to me. That is my greatest fortune.”
Weishu blushed and lowered her head.
Beige’s eyes showed a hint of heartache. She held her hand and gently squeezed it a few times. Just then, there were a few light knocks on the door. It was Zhou Yu.
“Boss, your food has arrived.”
Beige stood up and looked at Weishu with her eyes, asking if she wanted to go out with her. Weishu tilted her head and thought for a moment. “Is that your personal assistant, Zhou Yu, outside?”
Beige said “yes.”
“Then let’s go together,” Weishu said, getting off the bed barefoot. She put on her slippers and padded out the door, sitting in Beige’s chair. She did it so smoothly that Beige couldn’t help but look back at her as she walked out.
Weishu was propping up her chin with one hand, leaning against the table. She was casually playing with a pen holder. Her hair was still a little wet, and a large part of her shoulders and collarbone were exposed.
Beige: Suddenly, I don’t want to open the door.
Beige walked into the bedroom, found a long jacket, and draped it over Weishu. She then pressed the open button. “Come in.”
Zhou Yu walked in with her eyes fixed straight ahead, not looking at anyone. She walked to Beige’s side and placed three insulated boxes on the table.
“Boss, here is the food you ordered.” Zhou Yu bent slightly, her posture professional and respectful. But her eyes kept glancing at the wedding ring on Beige’s finger. People in the company said that the boss’s wedding ring was fake, that it was to ward off potential suitors, because no one had ever seen her girlfriend. Only Hua Ni scoffed at this. She said the boss had a “white moonlight” in her heart that she had been thinking about for many years, and she wore the wedding ring to show her devotion and stay pure. “Your guesses are too mundane,” she had said. Many people asked Zhou Yu, as her personal assistant, if there were any reliable rumors to support the stories. To this, Zhou Yu had always given the same answer: “No comment,” because she truly knew nothing. The boss worked overtime every day and often stayed at the office. She had never seen her on the phone having a sweet talk with anyone. Plus, Beige’s personality was naturally reserved. Zhou Yu had always believed her boss was a workaholic, and the rumor that she was uninterested in men or women was very accurate. But now, she finally understood what it meant for an iceberg to melt, for a refined steel to turn into soft fingers. That drenched woman was definitely the boss’s “white moonlight”! The kind she had yearned for for years and finally got!
“What are you looking at?” While Zhou Yu was lost in thought, a clear question came from behind her. Weishu was swinging Beige’s pen with her index finger, her eyes fixed on Zhou Yu.
Beige was slightly stunned and also looked at Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu quickly looked away and explained with a smile, “Nothing. I just think the boss’s ring is very beautiful.”
Weishu said, “Oh?” She put down the pen and uncrossed her legs. She got off the chair, padded over, and stood in front of Zhou Yu. On the surface, Zhou Yu’s smile didn’t change. It was polite, respectful, and flawless. Inside, she lit a firework for herself. It was a big, sparkling, luxury sparkler that would burn for ten minutes. Praising the boss’s wedding ring meant highlighting her deep love. This was a subtle but effective flattery!
Who would have thought that Weishu would just give a faint “humph,” lift her slender, long fingers, and turn them over and over? She said as if it were an offhand thought, “Is that so? I had an identical one, but I accidentally lost it. What a shame.”
Zhou Yu blinked and didn’t say anything.
Weishu took Beige’s hand and intertwined her fingers with hers intimately. Then she turned to Zhou Yu, tilted her chin, and said haughtily, “This ring is just so-so. If you like it…”
Zhou Yu tentatively said, “How about you… just let me…”