After I Lost My Memory, My Wife Started To Chase Me - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: A Moment of Clarity

Weishu’s room had a strong and distinct personal character. She had been so dizzy the day before that she had fallen asleep the moment she entered and hadn’t had a chance to look around. But now, in the dead of night, she could calm down and take a good look at the space.

The curtains had a gradient from blue to orange-red, with a pattern of silver-gray stripes that rippled like waves in the breeze. The walls were a very light blue, and a pink-purple sunset was painted on the wall opposite the bed. The desk was the color of sand, and the ceiling lights were set to a perfect warm hue. Four jellyfish lamps were installed at the foot of the bed that would glow with a faint light when someone walked by, to prevent them from bumping into the wall in the dark.

It was, without a doubt, a “sea-view room.” It incorporated all sorts of details like sunsets, the ocean, a sandy beach, and coconut trees. The details were meticulous, yet the overall style was understated and elegant. A sea-view room, and she liked seafood. Was she a fish in her last life? Weishu thought. Right, a mermaid.

Weishu stood with her hands on her hips, observing for a while. She nodded to her past self in reluctant approval. “The taste is decent, I guess.” But when she thought of Beige’s retreating figure, Weishu took out her phone and sent a message to Yu Qing.

SHU: You up? Need to ask something.

Yu Qing was in Europe, so it was probably daytime there. She replied instantly.

Pet-loving Daji: Shoot.

SHU: Do you know Beige’s preferences?

Pet-loving Daji: You.

SHU: …Anything else?

Pet-loving Daji: Not really. She’s a boring person.

Weishu pouted and narrowed her question.

SHU: Like, the fact that she can’t eat seafood. Anything like that you absolutely must tell me?

Yu Qing’s side showed she was typing for a while.

Pet-loving Daji: Nothing to say. I’m at ease with you and Beige. Don’t worry about other things.

She sent that message, then, feeling it wasn’t clear enough, she continued to barrage Weishu with texts.

Pet-loving Daji: Beige truly loves you. I’m not a shill. You don’t need to try and figure out her preferences or probe your past. Just stay obediently by Beige’s side, and she’ll make you plump and healthy and you’ll live off her until you run out of money.

Weishu thought that Yu Qing must have stayed abroad for too long; her brain was broken and she couldn’t even use idioms correctly. Reading the long messages made Weishu’s mood plummet. She pouted and replied, “As if you need to tell me.” Yu Qing sent her a heart-launching emoticon that said, “Remember to love me today too.”

She hadn’t learned anything, but instead, Yu Qing’s words kept “pointing out” to her how badly she must have treated Beige before she lost her memory. Even if that were true, that was the old her. What did it have to do with her, “Weishu, the new and improved version”? Weishu tapped and held to save the emoticon, deciding to send it to Beige first thing tomorrow morning.

…

Beige got up early and didn’t check her phone. She missed the emoticon but didn’t miss the person in the dining room. With her suit jacket draped over her arm, Beige was about to grab a bottle of milk from the kitchen and leave when she saw a figure she didn’t expect to see.

“What are you doing up?” Beige’s eyes widened. Her surprise turned to concern, and she frowned as she walked forward. “Are you not feeling well somewhere?”

Weishu walked out with a warmed glass of milk. A plate of toasted bread was already on the dining table. Weishu blinked and put her hands together, presenting the items on the table to Beige. “Ta-da! I made breakfast.”

Beige looked at her with a complex, unreadable expression, but still insisted on asking, “Your head isn’t bothering you?”

Weishu shook her head like a rattle to show her. “Noooo~ it’s not~”

Beige raised a hand and held her head. “Don’t shake it. You’ll get dizzy.” As she spoke, she sat down in amazement and took a bite of toast. It didn’t look burnt, and it was actually soft and delicious. The milk was perfectly warm, easy to drink.

As Weishu watched with expectation, Beige ate half a slice of toast and drank half a cup of milk. She couldn’t help but ask, “What made you think of making me breakfast?” She wasn’t overreacting. Weishu had never been in a kitchen since she was a child. After the family tragedy, she had almost starved herself rather than learn how to cook. On top of that, Weishu had always loved to sleep in. In the two years they had lived together, Beige had never seen her awake before 9 a.m. Did amnesia also reset a person’s biological clock? And give them cooking skills?

Weishu secretly yawned as Beige was eating. “Well, I got you to come home from the company last night, which made you lose a lot of sleep.”

Weishu smiled apologetically, sitting across from Beige and watching her eat. Beige swallowed her food. “You don’t have to do this next time. The company cafeteria has food.” In their relationship, Beige was always the caregiver. When she received affection from Weishu, her subconscious reaction was often to refuse it.

Weishu lowered her arms and her tone became crestfallen. “Oh… The cafeteria breakfast has more variety and is more nutritious than dry toast.”

Beige froze, looking confused. She paused with her glass of milk halfway to her lips, forgetting to drink it. When she put it down, a ring of white was left on her lips. “That’s not what I meant…”

Weishu raised a hand to interrupt her, covering her face and saying in a delicate voice, “I don’t blame you.”

Beige was stunned again. Weishu sighed and shook her head, her eyes filled with deep guilt. “It’s my fault for not being good enough to make breakfast. I got up at 6 a.m. to prepare it, but besides the toast, the steak and eggs I handled all got burnt. I couldn’t even peel the fruit properly and almost cut my hand. In the end, I could only serve you this simple breakfast. It’s only right that you don’t want to see me.”

Her words were masterful manipulation. Weishu was secretly proud of her command of this “tea art,” while pretending to be hurt and strong with a resilient look.

Beige frowned. “You hurt your hand?” She got up to check, forgetting to eat. “Your arm is still injured. How can you be moving around so much?” Beige took Weishu’s right hand and examined it carefully. Her skin was soft. Besides some red marks from holding the tray, there were no other wounds.

Weishu gently pulled her hand back, her tone calm. “I have rough skin, it’s fine. It’s not like I can do it right no matter how hard I try anyway.”

Beige blurted out, “I never thought that.”

Weishu looked at the breakfast on the table and said nothing. Beige immediately grabbed the remaining toast and shoved it into her mouth, washing it down with the rest of the milk.

Beige swallowed hard. “It’s delicious,” she said, her voice muffled.

Leaving aside the fact that Weishu had broken her biological clock to make her breakfast, which was already incredibly touching, what Weishu had said about wanting to make her a good meal and trying so many different things was even more meaningful. The thought was enough; she would have eaten it even if the toast had been burnt to a crisp.

“I’m just worried about your health,” Beige said, seeing Weishu’s expression improve. She quickly explained herself, her words earnest. “There’s still swelling in your head that needs to go down. Plus, you have an injury to your left arm. It’s not good for you to move around. It’s not a problem for me to skip breakfast, but you need to rest.”

Weishu naturally understood what Beige was thinking. She just didn’t want Beige to reject her kindness. Weishu got up, glanced at her from the side, and said softly, “You really didn’t look down on me?”

Beige murmured, her voice dropping as she thought of something. “No, why would you think that?”

Weishu couldn’t help but laugh. Mid-laugh, she felt a little silly and reached out to pick up Beige’s suit jacket from the armrest, helping her put it on. Beige was wearing a white shirt underneath with two ribbons for a collar. Weishu’s fingers moved nimbly as she tied them into a beautiful bow.

Weishu stroked Beige’s thin eyelids and couldn’t help but whisper, “You’re so pretty. I really like you.”

To be honest, Beige was rarely this close to Weishu. This intimate distance went beyond the boundaries of their normal relationship. Beige looked at the delicate bow in the mirror and felt a mix of complicated emotions.

She thought that the amnesiac Weishu had forgotten a lot of the unpleasant past, which was why she was being so nice. She was proactively getting closer, asking for hugs, and making breakfast. Before, she wouldn’t have even dared to imagine such a thing. The current Weishu was charming and endearing, completely relying on her, a world away from the cold and distant Weishu she knew before.

But Beige was always clear about what she was doing. She was just playing the “starting over” game with Weishu. She was waiting for the real Weishu to wake up. Weishu had no memory and was emotionally vulnerable. Beige was just taking advantage of the situation to win her temporary affection. Even though there were moments when she would get lost in the moment and feel like this newfound sincerity could last forever, she knew that sooner or later, Weishu would regain her memory, and their relationship would return to its original state.

Beige straightened her back, pulled her body back, and gently removed Weishu’s hand from her face. She said in a low voice, “I’m going to work. You should go back to sleep. The housekeeper will be here to make food later.”

Weishu was confused by her sudden change in attitude, but before she could ask anything, Beige had already turned and abruptly left.