After Losing My Memory, I Became Sweet - Chapter 12
Qin Huaichu seemed to have realized that Zhu Yun was actually bored, so he would occasionally make small talk with him.
He wanted to use the introduction of company matters to trigger some memory in Zhu Yun, unaware that Zhu Yun’s focus was completely elsewhere.
Listening quietly, Zhu Yun’s gaze shifted, and he softly asked, “Brother, it seems I really am important at the company.”
Qin Huaichu answered confidently, “Of course, you’re important.”
Zhu Yun propped up his head, his eyes round as he looked at him. “So, brother, you only started paying attention to me because of my work ability?”
Qin Huaichu was tidying files, avoiding eye contact. “You could say that. I’ve always thought you were very smart.”
As the workday neared its end, the executive assistant knocked on the door to remind Qin Huaichu of a dinner engagement that evening.
Qin Huaichu responded with a nod and then turned to Zhu Yun: “Will you come with me?”
Zhu Yun: “……”
He didn’t quite understand why Qin Huaichu had suddenly become so clingy.
As a CEO, Qin Huaichu’s daily routine seemed to consist only of meetings, reviewing documents, and social engagements.
Zhu Yun had once been the owner of Yunhuo Company and was very familiar with this workflow.
But that didn’t mean he was willing to sit by and relive it with Qin Huaichu.
When he had initially agreed to marry Qin Huaichu, he had explicitly stated that he didn’t want to be involved in corporate-level management or appear publicly on behalf of QZ.
This agreement meant that even to this day, a large portion of QZ employees had never seen Zhu Yun in person.
So when Qin Huaichu invited him, he immediately said he wanted to go home.
Wiping his eyes, showing some sleepiness, he said, “I want to go home first. I’ll accompany you another time, brother.”
Faced with this Zhu Yun, Qin Huaichu seemed to soften easily. Without hesitation, he draped his coat over his arm and grabbed Zhu Yun’s wrist with his other hand.
“Let’s go. I’ll walk you downstairs.”
Hearing this, Zhu Yun couldn’t refuse.
He noticed that Qin Huaichu was holding the keys to the Kurinan. Qin Huaichu led him from the elevator down to the parking lot.
“Are you planning to have Song Xiang drive your car to take me home?” Zhu Yun asked curiously.
“No,” Qin Huaichu simply replied.
When they exited the elevator, a line of middle-aged men in black suits was waiting outside.
They eagerly rushed to the elevator doors, forming a semicircle around Qin Huaichu as if a protective barrier had automatically formed, showing both urgency and restraint.
Zhu Yun couldn’t help but smile.
Though he stood at Qin Huaichu’s side like a spectator, Zhu Yun didn’t forget his immersive acting. Naturally, he stepped back, and with his innocent expression after amnesia, it looked as though he were genuinely frightened by the men in black suits.
As Zhu Yun stepped back, Qin Huaichu didn’t let him be, instead pulling him close with one arm around his shoulder.
Just as Zhu Yun regained his footing beside him, Qin Huaichu’s hand shifted slightly, resting on Zhu Yun’s slim waist.
No matter how much Zhu Yun wanted to move, he couldn’t.
Qin Huaichu smiled apologetically at the men in black suits. “Sorry, my partner isn’t feeling well. I need to take him home. I can’t stay for today, but I’ll make it up another time.”
Zhu Yun: “?”
Zhu Yun was pulled slightly into Qin Huaichu’s embrace, his chin brushing against Qin Huaichu’s shoulder. Half-hugged, he was led past the crowd toward the Kurinan.
Zhu Yun still looked confused as he heard a few men calling from the elevator, “Safe travels, Mr. Qin. We hope Mr. Yun recovers soon. We’ll come visit another day—”
Zhu Yun: “……”
He felt like Qin Huaichu had used him as a shield.
The invitation to the dinner earlier had only been a joke.
And… had he really just heard the words “my partner” from Qin Huaichu’s mouth?
Sitting in the car, Qin Huaichu appeared relaxed, seemingly enjoying his tactic of having Zhu Yun accompany him.
He drove toward Yunshan Community.
Leaning against the window, Zhu Yun clearly saw Qin Huaichu’s little strategy, though eighteen-year-old Zhu Yun wasn’t yet perceptive enough to fully grasp it.
Turning his clear eyes slightly, he whispered, “Brother, you even skipped your engagements for me.”
Qin Huaichu’s fingers paused on the steering wheel, and after a few seconds, he replied, “Yes.”
He had already guessed what Zhu Yun would say next: he would feel touched and say that Qin Huaichu was too good to him.
Hearing it aloud made Qin Huaichu swallow nervously, trying not to show it.
“Brother is so good to me, I feel guilty,” Zhu Yun murmured, looking at him softly. “You even neglected business for me.”
Hearing the last part, Qin Huaichu gradually calmed down.
“There was no essential reason for me to attend tonight’s dinner, and it wasn’t an event that anyone could invite me to,” he explained, sounding slightly proud.
This was the Qin Huaichu Zhu Yun was familiar with.
He confirmed again that the words “my partner” had been said only to ensure Zhu Yun’s safety, with no other meaning.
In the following days, Zhu Yun accompanied Qin Huaichu to the company.
Every morning, Qin Huaichu attended various meetings, while Zhu Yun would sneak into the design department, spending hours in his personal office drawing.
After Qin Huaichu’s meetings, he would pretend to be lost and appear in some corner of the building.
Their WeChat conversations became frequent, surpassing the total interactions of the past two years of marriage.
At first, Qin Huaichu would panic slightly when he couldn’t find Zhu Yun in the office, typing multiple worried questions in the chat.
Later, he realized that losing Zhu Yun was like a playful cat slipping out of the house. The cat would always come back.
“I brought some snacks from the meeting. Want to come try?” Qin Huaichu typed while snapping a photo of the snacks on his desk.
After several trials, he discovered that finding Zhu Yun was just like finding a missing cat—using familiar or favorite treats to lure him out.
Sure enough, Zhu Yun obediently left his office and crouched in a corner like a lost little cat. “Sure, but I forgot how to get back. Can you come get me?”
This scenario repeated several times. Both seemed to enjoy the routine and didn’t want to change it.
Of course, Zhu Yun couldn’t always make Qin Huaichu personally come for him.
Sometimes, it was Qin Huaichu’s assistant, Song Xiang.
Originally, Zhu Yun used being “lost” to hide the fact that he was drawing in the office. Whoever came, whether Qin Huaichu or someone else, he reacted the same: dusting himself off and obediently following them upstairs.
But when it was Song Xiang, he toned down his performance, no longer appearing weak and helpless.
Song Xiang tried making small talk on the way back, but Zhu Yun didn’t respond much.
Being stared at by Zhu Yun’s clear eyes, Song Xiang grew nervous, splitting his sentences awkwardly.
A junior assistant on the 20th floor noticed Zhu Yun and Song Xiang returning to the CEO’s office and glanced several times.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but Zhu Yun’s aura seemed to change when he wasn’t by Qin Huaichu’s side.
Song Xiang knocked on the door and waited for Qin Huaichu to say “come in” before entering.
“Mr. Qin, I’ve brought Mr. Yun back,” he announced firmly.
Qin Huaichu, leaning on his chair during a video meeting, glanced at Zhu Yun, nodded, and pointed to the chair beside him. “Sit.”
Song Xiang realized that Qin Huaichu had added a seat beside him.
Zhu Yun obediently walked over and casually glanced at the computer screen.
The video showed a conference room with over ten men in black suits, all looking at the camera.
Zhu Yun roughly recognized the person in the center as the manager of QZ’s North City branch.
The manager also recognized him and led his team in unison: “Good day, Mr. Yun!”
Zhu Yun quickly looked away.
Qin Huaichu responded for him with a nod.
Listening to the reports, Qin Huaichu held a pen, occasionally jotting notes, speaking little, but when he did, the others’ voices were muted, leaving only his voice echoing.
Zhu Yun, familiar with Qin Huaichu’s serious style, didn’t focus on watching and picked up the book he had been reading.
He rested his chin on his hand, his head moving slightly with his gaze.
From Qin Huaichu’s perspective, Zhu Yun looked as if he were dozing over the book.
After the meeting, Qin Huaichu reached over and gently hooked Zhu Yun’s chin.
Zhu Yun looked up, puzzled: “??”
Qin Huaichu cleared his throat, hiding a hint of awkwardness. “Bored, aren’t you?”
Zhu Yun thought: Finally, you noticed.
He shook his head softly. “Not really, it’s just that I don’t have anything else to do right now.”
Qin Huaichu thought for a moment. “Is there something you want to do?”
Zhu Yun: “Something outside the office, is that okay?”
“Sure.”
“I want to play basketball.”
“……”
Zhu Yun’s eyes sparkled. “Or escape rooms, script games, real-life CS… I haven’t done these in a long time.”
Qin Huaichu: “……”
He slowly said, “I could only accompany you on weekends for these things.”
Taking time off to accompany Zhu Yun to his old school to play basketball seemed nearly impossible.
Zhu Yun didn’t mind at all, happy instead. “That’s fine, I can go by myself.”
Without Qin Huaichu around, he could return to the studio to work on his own projects—this was actually a good thing for him.
Hearing this, Qin Huaichu’s mood became complicated.
Twirling the pen between his fingers, he said softly, “Or… I can have someone go with you.”
“Who would go with me?” Zhu Yun’s smile froze for a moment.
“Song Xiang,” Qin Huaichu said.
Zhu Yun looked puzzled. “Song Xiang is your assistant. How could he be arranged to accompany me?”
“He’s already your personal assistant, just temporarily under my supervision since you didn’t accept him before,” Qin Huaichu said calmly.
Zhu Yun: “Ah?”
Qin Huaichu looked up casually at him. “Don’t forget, Song Xiang was hired to take care of your daily life exclusively.”