After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: A Hug

Weishu’s eyes were larger than most. Her almond eyes, filled with water, conveyed an innocent and guileless quality whether she was looking down or up at someone. And now, she was determined to be coquettish. The corners of her eyes were red from just waking up, her cheeks were rosy, and she looked completely unaware of the effect she had.

Beige gave the amnesiac Weishu a mental nickname: Kirby, the adorable pink puffball.

“Get down first,” Beige said. Weishu was sitting in the narrow passenger seat, and Beige had to help her out to avoid hitting her injured arm.

Once out of the car, Weishu refused to walk. She insisted on being carried. Beige stood there awkwardly, her hands hovering uncertainly, not knowing what to do.

Weishu pouted. “Have you never carried me before?” Seeing Beige’s hesitation, Weishu’s mind screamed: Princess carry! Put your arm around my waist! Show some girlfriend strength!

Her words reminded Beige of their childhood hugs. Weishu was three years younger and had tender feet, but she loved to play. She would sometimes run so far that she’d be too exhausted to walk back. Beige often carried her on her back, and if Weishu felt uncomfortable, she’d crawl into Beige’s arms, holding her arms out like a little kid for a hug.

Beige instinctively lifted her up, supporting her by the bottom, just as she would with a child. Weishu was confused for a second, but then felt a strong arm under her knees and the other… supporting her bottom.

Weishu’s face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. “You… why would you do that?”

Beige stopped. To be honest, Weishu wasn’t that short. When Beige picked her up, Weishu was a head taller than her, so Beige had to look up. Weishu’s gaze met Beige’s. Her eyes were filled with a clear and innocent confusion; there was no hint of teasing.

Beige thought she might have held her too tightly or done something wrong. “Are you uncomfortable?” she asked.

Weishu’s face turned even redder. She thought, What kind of brazen talk is this? Her calves rested on Beige’s knees. She rubbed them lightly and hummed, not saying a word.

Beige saw that she was settled and carried her back to the house.

At the door, Weishu showed no intention of getting down. Beige had to press her closer to her chest to free a hand to scan her fingerprint. Weishu looped one arm around the back of Beige’s head and absentmindedly played with her long hair, fluffing it into a heart shape on top of her head.

Beige had to hold her to the side to avoid her arms. This was a more strenuous way to carry someone. From the garage to the house was about fifty or sixty meters, but Beige walked steadily without even a hint of a gasp. She was clearly in great shape from regular exercise. But because her movements were so standard, Weishu didn’t even get to brush against her in a more intimate way, which was a little disappointing.

Beige entered the house and set Weishu down.

Weishu was too lazy to bend over, so she kicked off her shoes and started to walk upstairs barefoot. Beige was squatting down to put on her slippers. She instinctively reached out and her hand landed on Weishu’s calf. Realizing she might fall, Beige quickly slid her hand down, but it landed on Weishu’s ankle. Weishu had a small frame, and her ankle bones were delicate and exquisite. A single hand could grasp it.

Beige’s eyes lingered on Weishu’s ankle and then moved to her foot.

Startled by the touch, Weishu’s body swayed. She quickly steadied herself against the wall, her toes curling up in reflex. The thin veins on her fair, almost translucent feet were clearly visible. After she had stabilized herself, she saw Beige staring blankly at her foot. Weishu turned around, braced her hands against the wall, and slightly raised her foot, provocatively wiggling her toes.

Beige let go as if she’d been burned. Her earlobes turned bright red. “Put on some shoes,” Beige said, her voice sounding uncharacteristically weak. To hide her embarrassment, she threw the slippers on the floor in front of Weishu.

She walked away but stopped after a few steps, realizing Weishu hadn’t moved. She turned back to look. Weishu was leaning against the wall, her lips curved in a lazy, alluring smile, her toes tapping on the ground.

Beige turned her head, looking away. A few seconds later, she turned back, squatted down, and took Weishu’s ankle with one hand while using the other to put on the slipper. She did it quickly, and without lifting her head, she fled the scene.

“Wait,” Weishu called out.

Beige stopped in an unnatural, stuttered moonwalk, her balance unsteady. Weishu deliberately slowed her steps, inching closer to Beige. From her angle, she could see Beige’s profile perfectly. The light from above was softened by her silky hair, creating a soft mist around her. Only the tense line of her jaw and her tightly pressed lips revealed her current state of mind. Weishu stopped just inches away from her.

“Yu Qing called me,” Weishu said.

Beige tilted her head slightly, immediately felt the action bring them closer, and turned her head back. She said softly, “Yes, she’s your best friend. She’s been very worried about you. She asks about you every day since she found out about the car accident.”

“Why would my best friend constantly ask you?” Weishu quietly “tsk-ed,” the feeling in her heart not quite right. Her voice was too low for Beige to hear clearly. “What?”

Weishu looked at her and, after a long look, decided there was nothing between them. “So that means I can trust her, right?”

“Of course,” Beige said instinctively, then realized Weishu was asking her to confirm Yu Qing’s identity. Before the accident, Yu Qing was Weishu’s childhood friend and best friend, a position of great importance. Beige had always treated both of them with the utmost respect and knew her place. But now, Weishu was implying that she was the one who was more trustworthy.

Beige felt a strange, ticklish feeling she couldn’t describe. She then thought about how angry Yu Qing would be if she knew about this. The thought made Beige smile, her lips curving.

Weishu was captivated. Under the light, Beige’s beautiful, striking eyebrows curved, as if she always held a gentle smile. She looked like the starlight of the waxing moon—soft and bright, but not burning, only a dazzling beauty that made you want to fall into it.

Weishu’s heart fluttered, and she couldn’t help but blurt out, “Darling, you’re so pretty.”

When Beige turned to look at her, the smile was still in her eyes. Perhaps unaccustomed to such “sweet talk” and being teased again, she shook her head and said in a gentle voice, “You should go to sleep.”

Weishu then asked, “What time are you getting up tomorrow?”

Beige planned to go to the company early. The housekeeper at home would cook for Weishu and use seafood sauce to season other dishes. When she cooked for Weishu, she always wanted to please her and make her favorite seafood, but while it was nutritious, it couldn’t be eaten constantly. A little freshwater fish or shrimp was enough; they couldn’t always have seafood. With that in mind, Beige moved her departure time forward by half an hour. “I’m leaving at 7:30.”

Weishu’s eyebrows furrowed. “Then you’ll only get to sleep for less than seven hours?” It was already midnight. Weishu urged her, “You should go to sleep now.”

Beige nodded and pointed to the room next to her. “I’ll sleep in this room. You should go upstairs, too.”

“Okay, okay.” Weishu didn’t know that Beige, a big boss, still had to get up early. The working hours at the company were usually nine or ten, so she didn’t want to keep her up. At the same time, she noticed that Beige’s room was in the southeast corner of the first floor and looked like a guest room. But in her hurry, she didn’t have time to look closely. Weishu pushed Beige into her room, planning to go in and look around later if she got the chance.