After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Progress Together

The sleep was so heavy that when Beige woke with a start, her mind was still hazy.

She opened her eyes and saw the person she had been longing for in her dream. The Weishu in front of her was the grown-up version of the little Weishu from her dream, with her peach-blush cheeks and almond eyes. The look in her eyes was no longer cold and distant; it felt like everything was as it had been in their childhood. Weishu hadn’t looked at her this way in a very long time.

Beige’s gaze was unfocused, and her blank stare made her look dazed. “I’m sorry…” Beige mumbled, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

The next moment, the person in front of her moved, taking a tissue and gently pressing it against her eye. “Don’t cry.”

The voice was clear and pleasant, and the fingertips were soft and fair, leaving a slight tremor on the delicate skin of her eyelid. Beige suddenly flinched, waking completely from her dream.

“You… what are you doing here?”

Beige snatched the tissue and straightened up from her chair. The eye drops were absorbed by the dry paper, and she quickly regained her composure. Weishu didn’t miss the complex emotions that flashed in Beige’s eyes.

Seeing her react so strongly, Weishu pulled her hand back and leaned against the edge of the desk, creating some distance. “You didn’t come home so late, so I came to check on you,” she said with a smile.

Beige glanced outside. It was late at night, and her phone showed the time was past eleven. “How did you get here?” Beige asked, a slight frown on her face. Weishu didn’t visit the company often, and Beige truly didn’t expect to see her here at this hour.

Weishu shrugged. “Your company’s address was on your phone. I took a taxi. The security guard downstairs saw me and let me in.”

Beige looked at her and, as a cover, lifted her water cup, only to realize it was empty. She awkwardly put the cup down. “Oh.”

Weishu raised an eyebrow and tilted her head toward the door. “As for getting into your office, I just used facial recognition.”

Beige’s office door locked automatically when closed. People outside would have to wait for Beige to press an unlock button. To enter, Beige would either use her fingerprint or her face. Weishu naturally had the same access. There was nothing that Weishu didn’t have permission for.

Beige turned away from her gaze and stood up to get some water. “It’s, um, too late. I’ll call a car to take you back.”

Weishu followed her. “Aren’t you coming back with me?”

Beige was dressed formally at work: a dusty pink satin shirt tucked into matching, close-fitting trousers, with a white cotton belt around her waist. From behind, her shoulders were broad and her back was straight. Her waist was very narrow—Beige could wrap a hand around it. The form-fitting pants made her hips look full, and when she turned to get water, the curve of her backside was also well-defined. Weishu stared at her figure without blinking.

Beige noticed Weishu’s gaze in the reflection of the glass behind the water cooler. Her whole body started to stiffen, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do with her hands and feet. Fortunately, Weishu didn’t stare for long. A painter’s sense of observation was sharp enough that a few glances were all she needed to etch Beige’s appearance into her memory.

Beige let out a small sigh of relief as Weishu looked away. “I have an early meeting tomorrow morning.”

Weishu’s eyebrows furrowed, and her voice was filled with surprise. “Tomorrow is the weekend. You’re not off?”

Beige lowered her head and bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the water cup. She said softly, “My company works every other Saturday. I’m not off tomorrow.”

Weishu suddenly understood. She took a step forward and grabbed Beige’s wrist. “You still need to go home to sleep, though.” After her observations, Weishu realized that Beige answered almost every question she asked. So, she figured that if she made a direct request, it probably wouldn’t be refused.

The warmth of Weishu’s palm was dry and soft, but Beige flinched as if she had been burned, pulling her hand away. She took a step back and averted her gaze, her voice low and muffled. “We’ll see tomorrow.”

Weishu watched her for a moment, then stepped back, spreading her hands. “Okay, we’ll see tomorrow. But it’s already so late. Where are you staying, and did you eat?”

Beige said, “There’s a place to sleep at the company.”

Weishu nodded. “So that’s a no on dinner.” She realized that if she asked two questions, the one Beige deliberately ignored was likely the one with the more revealing answer.

Beige didn’t say anything, and Weishu’s tone softened. “If you won’t go home for dinner and you won’t let me touch you, at least we can get some late-night food together, can’t we?”

At this hour, there weren’t many restaurants still open. Beige drove Weishu to a late-night market in the city’s fashion district. After they sat down, Weishu was the first to pick up the menu. “I’ll order first, okay?”

Beige nodded. “Mhm.”

Weishu crossed out everything related to seafood and handed the menu to Beige. “I’m done ordering. It’s your turn.”

Beige didn’t have much of an appetite and didn’t really want to eat anything. She just lifted her eyelids. “No need. This is fine.”

Weishu said, “I didn’t order.”

Beige looked up, her eyes meeting Weishu’s smiling gaze, and she froze. She took the menu. Many of the limited options had been crossed out. Beige’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at them.

“You crossed them out incorrectly,” she said. Did she hit her head so hard she can’t tell the difference between an ‘x’ and a checkmark?

Weishu sighed. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t order. I know you can’t eat seafood. These are all the things we can’t order. Which of the remaining ones would you like to eat?”

Weishu was rarely this thoughtful. Beige couldn’t have imagined that Weishu would figure out her seafood allergy so quickly after losing her memory. She figured it must have been because she hadn’t touched a single item during lunch that Weishu realized something was wrong. Weishu knew Beige couldn’t eat seafood even before the accident, but they were adults. There was no need to inconvenience herself to accommodate someone else. They usually just ordered both seafood and other dishes.

Beige didn’t know what to make of Weishu’s gesture and didn’t dare to think anything of it.

“You like seafood,” Beige said, knitting her brows in thought. She raised her hand to call a waiter. “One turtle porridge with crab roe, one plate of stir-fried vegetables, and some rice.”

After the waiter left, Beige took a clean cup and placed it in front of Weishu, pouring water into it. “After we eat, you should go home.”

Weishu took the cup, and as their fingers touched, her fingertips brushed against Beige’s palm. Then, she quickly pulled her hand away. “Okay,” she said.

Beige assumed her hand had just trembled.

As Weishu took a sip of water, she looked up at Beige. Her almond eyes tilted slightly upward, and her gaze was very intense. Beige’s otherwise proper posture began to stiffen. She drank several large gulps of water, not even realizing her cup was empty as she continued to bring it to her lips.

“Let’s talk,” Weishu suddenly said.

Beige immediately put down her cup. Her voice was slightly shaky, as if the knife hanging over her head was finally about to fall. “What do you want to talk about?”

Weishu rested her chin on her hand, looking at Beige across the table. To be honest, her fiancée looked very pleasing. Not to mention all the considerate things she had done since Weishu woke up. She was the kind of wife you couldn’t find even if you tried.

But she could sense that her fiancée seemed to be avoiding her. Avoidance was a form of deceit, and deceit was the opposite of honesty. Weishu didn’t want her relationship with Beige to be dishonest or lacking trust.

“Let’s talk about us,” Weishu said.

Beige placed her hands on the table, her knuckles white as she gripped the cup. “…”

Seeing that she didn’t refuse, Weishu got straight to the point.

“I want to seriously understand our relationship.”