After Losing My Memory, I Became Sweet - Chapter 11
Lu Xunyi was a bit stunned as he looked at his master.
Since following Zhu Yun, he had learned that whenever his master spoke, he had to slowly decode each word, one by one.
But just now, from the very first word, he didn’t understand a thing.
“Master, what are you talking about?” Lu Xunyi felt like crying but had no tears.
After speaking, Zhu Yun took a small step back, wearing a wary expression as he looked at Lu Xunyi.
Lu Xunyi gradually realized that this look probably meant his master was testing him again.
This little test was nothing compared to, say, being exiled to a small fishing village. He could easily pass it.
“Master, what’s wrong? It’s me, Xiaoyi.” Lu Xunyi softened his voice, slightly raised his head, and looked at Zhu Yun with sincere eyes.
Since the current act was “amnesia,” he decided to play along.
The moment he said this, Qin Huaichu became even more certain of his suspicion.
Zhu Yun had gotten bored staying in his office, so he went out and ran into Lu Xunyi from the design department.
Lu Xunyi, unaware of Zhu Yun’s amnesia, led him up to the twelfth floor.
But how could Zhu Yun have been taken away so easily?
What if the other party had ill intentions?
In the end, it was negligence; he shouldn’t have let an amnesiac Zhu Yun stay alone in an unfamiliar environment.
At the very least, he should have taught Zhu Yun a guide to avoid being tricked.
Qin Huaichu frowned and told a few subordinates, “Wait a moment.”
Then he strode toward Zhu Yun.
Just as Lu Xunyi tried to reach out to pull Zhu Yun into his arms, Qin Huaichu acted first—and in a more domineering way—pulling Zhu Yun behind himself and shielding him completely with his body.
Naturally, Lu Xunyi recognized QZ’s CEO, Qin Huaichu, and knew this was his master’s nominal husband.
“Mr. Qin,” he smiled and greeted Qin Huaichu, then pointed to Zhu Yun hidden behind him. “Did my master come to the company with you?”
Qin Huaichu didn’t intend to answer, and he wasn’t pleased with Lu Xunyi constantly referring to Zhu Yun as “my master.”
From Qin Huaichu’s cold expression, Lu Xunyi knew he had guessed correctly.
Since Zhu Yun’s amnesia started when Qin Huaichu appeared, it must have something to do with being brought to the company by him.
Lu Xunyi avoided Qin Huaichu’s piercing gaze and desperately gestured to Zhu Yun.
If Zhu Yun needed his help, he would definitely assist.
But Zhu Yun seemed fully immersed in his “amnesia” act, paying no attention to him.
The few middle-aged men in black suits behind Qin Huaichu were actually department supervisors on inspection duty.
But the design department’s permissions were beyond even the administrative director, so just as they were about to apply to the general manager’s office for access, Qin Huaichu appeared.
Having just returned to his office without finding Zhu Yun, Qin Huaichu immediately guessed that Zhu Yun had gone downstairs and would look for him along the elevator.
And thus, the earlier scene unfolded.
Zhu Yun was pulled back to the elevator entrance by Qin Huaichu, and several administrative supervisors recognized him and greeted him: “Mr. Yun.”
Zhu Yun still looked bewildered and anxious, eyes silently pleading with Qin Huaichu for help.
Qin Huaichu pulled him into the elevator and briefly glanced at Lu Xunyi.
Lu Xunyi immediately understood—his master didn’t want him to follow.
He waved to Zhu Yun in place: “Goodbye, Master. I’ll do my best with the tasks you assigned, so don’t worry!”
Zhu Yun closed his eyes, realizing that expecting Lu Xunyi’s cooperation was unnecessary.
Qin Huaichu snorted coldly.
He naturally didn’t think Zhu Yun had come to him voluntarily because something happened.
Is such a big husband just for show?
“I’ll take you to eat later,” Qin Huaichu said, noticing the snack bags in Zhu Yun’s hands, a bit exasperated. “Are you hungry already?”
If Zhu Yun had been hungry for a while, it would trace back to his unsuccessful breakfast of pasta that morning.
“I’m okay,” Zhu Yun covered it up subtly. “I was just a little bored.”
For once, Qin Huaichu felt a rare twinge of guilt. “I didn’t think ahead. I’ll try to keep you by my side from now on, is that okay?”
Zhu Yun: “…This doesn’t quite fit my plan.”
He shook his head. “But brother, you have a meeting. How can you bring me along?”
Qin Huaichu looked at him calmly: “It’s fine for you to attend. Even a shareholders’ meeting—you, as the largest shareholder, can of course participate.”
“I’m the largest shareholder of this company?” Zhu Yun widened his eyes in surprise. “Aren’t you the CEO?”
“I hold the same amount of shares as you, but this year yours are slightly more,” Qin Huaichu said. “Also, CEO is just a position. You didn’t want to manage the company, so you were only given the position of Jewelry Director.”
Zhu Yun knew all this better than anyone.
Their marriage agreement clearly outlined the distribution of QZ shares and positions.
But this wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
“But I’ve forgotten everything about the company. If you bring me to meetings, I’d feel very awkward.” Zhu Yun lowered his eyes.
The elevator doors opened, and they headed to the CEO’s office, encountering the executive assistant along the way.
The assistant stood, offering a professional smile, but was still momentarily startled by Zhu Yun.
Qin Huaichu held Zhu Yun’s shoulder in a fully protective manner.
Zhu Yun seemed troubled, leaning slightly against Qin Huaichu, looking fragile from the side.
This was completely different from the gentle man he had seen earlier.
Once inside the office, Qin Huaichu closed the door and sent a message a few seconds later: “If anyone asks for me, delay them and tell me in the afternoon.”
The assistant quickly replied, “Understood.”
She increasingly worried—could it be that Mr. Qin… had a hidden mistress?
Qin Huaichu moved a chair next to his own office chair, then looked at Zhu Yun: “Do you want to sit next to me and watch me work?”
The question felt awkward, and so did the answer for Zhu Yun.
He thought, Can I say no?
Hesitantly, he asked, “Can I sit next to you? Will I bother you?”
Qin Huaichu didn’t think twice: “No. No one will barge in here. You won’t feel uncomfortable.”
Qin Huaichu’s work was incredibly monotonous, like an emperor buried in a mountain of reports.
Even on a day off, documents sent to him piled up like mountains.
“Although online work is encouraged nowadays, I still require important documents to follow the formal approval and storage process,” Qin Huaichu said, reviewing papers and casually explaining to Zhu Yun.
Zhu Yun murmured an “oh” and unconsciously glanced around, noticing some documents on the desk.
Qin Huaichu didn’t mind him looking and even commented, “If you hadn’t lost your memory, you could help me with these documents.”
Zhu Yun glanced at the titles—fashion marketing plans.
He thought, How could I advise on this? Qin Huaichu must be joking.
QZ’s departments always operated independently; even as a shareholder, he never meddled in perfume or fashion management.
Even without amnesia, he had never sat this close to Qin Huaichu while reviewing documents.
Qin Huaichu nudged the marketing plans slightly closer: “Your sensitivity to fashion is excellent. That’s why Yunhuo revived—thanks to your unique eye.”
Zhu Yun looked at him, puzzled: “Brother, what are you talking about?”
Qin Huaichu realized he had inadvertently praised Zhu Yun.
He calmly withdrew the files: “I’m helping you recover your memory.”
“I don’t quite understand,” Zhu Yun yawned slightly, pointing toward the lounge. “I see many books there. Can I take one to read?”
Qin Huaichu: “Yes.”
Zhu Yun went to the lounge and took out The Peculiar Body.
He spread it on the desk and flipped through the pages, focused.
A few minutes later, Qin Huaichu reminded him: “If you get tired, close your eyes and rest. Your body hasn’t fully recovered yet.”
Zhu Yun paused, then looked up at Qin Huaichu with a squinting smile: “I know, thank you, brother.”
He didn’t mind taking extra rest.
If he had to sit and draw, he could spend a whole day and night at the desk, but simple reading or reviewing documents wouldn’t hold his attention for half an hour.
In the afternoon, he dozed off over the book, waking to find Qin Huaichu still bent over his work.
Like a clockwork machine, Qin Huaichu seemed never to leave the desk.
Zhu Yun noticed a coat on his shoulder, likely the one Qin Huaichu placed in the lounge that morning.
It seemed Qin Huaichu had stepped away briefly but returned.
He draped the coat over his chair, turning his body and resting his face on his hand, watching Qin Huaichu work.
The long, monotonous workflow alone felt exhausting and suffocating.
He stretched, his fingers brushing the snack bag.
“May I eat this?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” Qin Huaichu replied, unchanged.
Zhu Yun opened the bag of cheese fries, quietly munching away, silently consuming nearly half.
Snacking was just a way to pass the time; he didn’t intend to disturb Qin Huaichu.
Yet even at minimal volume, he seemed to distract Qin Huaichu.
Qin Huaichu repeatedly glanced at the rabbit-like Zhu Yun nibbling on fries.
Zhu Yun began taking smaller bites, quieter, but Qin Huaichu kept turning to watch.
Zhu Yun thought, “Even this quietly, I’m bothering him?”
Just as he was about to cover the fries, he saw a fleeting shadow.
Qin Huaichu’s long, quick fingers unexpectedly reached Zhu Yun’s face, accurately brushing a crumb from his lip.
Zhu Yun froze.
Qin Huaichu wiped the tiny crumb from his lips, dabbed his hand with a tissue, and said casually, “There was something on your mouth.”
Zhu Yun finally responded with a small, drawn-out “Oh.”