After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Showing Good

Beige finally realized that Weishu could be brazenly seductive when she wanted to. It was as if every syllable she spoke was dancing on Beige’s heart. The air suddenly became thin. Beige’s throat went dry, and she didn’t know where to look.

Two voices were shouting in her mind. One, with no rhyme or reason, began to leap with joy, setting off firecrackers and launching into the sky. The other, with a bitter face, sat on the ground, thinking coldly, Weishu has it all wrong. Weishu had mistaken their relationship, thinking they were a normal, loving couple. Now she wanted to clear up the misunderstanding and start over.

Weishu was still waiting for Beige’s answer, her almond eyes slightly widened. Every one of her features conveyed a sincere request and pure expectation. “Please?”

The little person sitting on the ground with a bitter face expressionlessly reached out, grabbed the rope of the little person soaring into the sky, and yanked it down to give it a good thrashing. Weishu, you don’t know anything, Beige thought to herself.

You don’t know anything, and you want to start over. If she agreed, wouldn’t she be ignoring the fact that she was being cheated on? And it would be unfair to Weishu, too, taking advantage of a person in a vulnerable state. So, should she be that scoundrel who takes advantage?

The little person who had been knocked down and was now lying face-down on the ground raised an arm and waved it frantically, a renewed blaze of desire flickering to life.

Beige bit down on a small part of her tongue and dug her thumb hard into the first joint of her index finger, forcing herself to think calmly. After a long moment, Beige pulled Weishu to her feet. Weishu, who was half-crouched on the ground, was suddenly pulled up with considerable force and naturally swayed toward Beige.

Beige’s eyes were a perfect standard shape, with a narrow crease in her double eyelids that looked like a delicate liner on her fine lashes. The outer corners of her eyes tilted up slightly, giving her a silent, seductive quality when she looked at someone. A ticklish feeling spread through Weishu’s heart. She suddenly wanted to reach out and touch Beige’s eyelashes. The feel of such long, dense lashes against her palm would surely be wonderful.

Beige steadied Weishu’s injured arm. There was a profound weight in her eyes that Weishu couldn’t decipher. A child who had lost her memory and wanted to erase everything and start over—Beige could play along and make her happy. It wasn’t impossible. “As you wish.”

A happy smile bloomed on Weishu’s lips, and pure joy shone in her eyes. Just then, their food arrived. The two sat facing each other and ate in silence.

Halfway through the meal, Weishu curiously asked why Beige only ordered seafood for her. “If I didn’t know you liked me, I’d suspect you were intentionally giving inflammatory food to a wounded person to make my injury fester for revenge,” Weishu said. Her personality post-amnesia was a copy of her childhood self—she was candid, took to people easily, and had no filter.

Beige’s brows furrowed, and her voice became grave. “Don’t talk nonsense.” After saying it, she realized how serious she sounded. She put down her chopsticks, pressed a hand to her forehead, and used her spoon to scoop up some of her food, offering it to Weishu. “Try some.”

Of course, Weishu would eat the food Beige offered. But when she put the stir-fried vegetables and rice into her mouth, the flavors filled her mouth, and her face gradually soured. “Ugh.” Weishu wrapped the food in a tissue and threw it away.

Beige was already prepared and handed her a glass of water. “I asked the doctor if habits developed from trauma would change after amnesia,” Beige said, her fingers lightly tapping the table. When she mentioned it, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache and lowered her eyes. “The doctor said that in your case, your subconscious remembers a lot of things. Habits won’t change.”

Weishu felt like she had just swallowed the most disgusting thing in the world. Her stomach churned. “Trauma? My trauma made me only eat seafood?”

Beige smiled slightly. “Not exactly. You’ll eat other things when they’re cooked with seafood sauce, or when you’re hungry enough.” Weishu mentally groaned at her own strange past.

After they finished eating, Beige paid the bill and led Weishu home.

“It’s too late,” Weishu said, reaching out to grab the corner of Beige’s jacket. She looked up pitifully. “Are you really okay with me going home alone?” The night market was bustling. The little yellow lanterns on the steps at the entrance cast a soft, crystal-clear glow on Weishu’s profile in the dim light. Her already sweet appearance was even more harmless now, like a little angel unversed in the ways of the world, timidly following behind her knight.

This version of Weishu was simply unfair. No matter how much Beige tried to keep her distance, she couldn’t bring herself to leave Weishu behind. Beige’s throat moved. She looked away. “…I’ll take you back.”

Weishu cheered and bounced in front of Beige. “Yay!”

“Careful!”

Just then, two people came out of a shop, and Weishu’s left arm was in the direct path of the curtain they pushed open. Beige reacted quickly, raising her hand to block it. Her other hand wasn’t idle either; it wrapped around Weishu’s waist, pulling her to the side.

In an instant, the distance between them shrank to ten centimeters. Beige was a head taller than Weishu, and with Weishu leaning on her and not standing straight, her face was right against Beige’s chest. A woman’s embrace was naturally warm and carried the pleasant scent of Beige’s perfume, giving Weishu a powerful sense of security. In the darkness, Beige was shielding her, her arms creating a space for her to rest.

Weishu gently rested her forehead against Beige’s collarbone, and her soft palm came to rest on Beige’s raised arm. When Beige’s muscles tensed, they felt so good to the touch. The curve of her collarbone was perfect, and moving up just a little would tuck her head right into the hollow of Beige’s shoulder.

Beige’s body visibly stiffened. After a few seconds, she pushed Weishu away by the waist, taking a step back to create distance. Weishu’s hand reluctantly slid off her arm. As if savoring the feeling, she commented, “Good work-out. Your muscles feel really nice.”

Beige’s face flushed in the darkness. She couldn’t take it anymore and quickly took a step down, turning her back to Weishu. “Let’s go.”

Weishu was sick and needed a lot of sleep. She was tired from being out and fell asleep in the car. When she woke up, the car had stopped and she could see the family garden through the window. Beige, in the driver’s seat, was motionless, staring out the window. She only turned her head when she heard Weishu stirring.

“Are we home?” Weishu asked groggily, sitting up. She noticed her seat had been reclined and a blanket had been tucked over her. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Beige hummed in response. “We just got here.”

Weishu felt the temperature of the blanket. It was warm from her body heat and definitely hadn’t been put on her recently. Weishu didn’t say anything more. She got out of the car and smiled at Beige. “Thank you, darling.”

Beige’s hand, which was opening the car door for her, paused. She pretended she hadn’t heard and got out of the car, opening the door for Weishu.

Weishu opened her arms from the car seat and complained to Beige. “I slept too long, and now I’m dizzy. I can’t walk. I need a hug.”

In the moonlight, Weishu’s slanted eyes were filled with a subtle, mischievous smile. Her entire being was like a piece of sweet and seductive pastry, wrapped in a fatal poison.