After Losing My Memory, I Became Sweet - Chapter 13

Zhu Yun had indeed forgotten.

He had almost no memory of Song Xiang, only knowing that this person often stayed by Qin Huaichu’s side and handled trivial matters.

Moreover, why would an adult man need another adult man to take care of his daily life?

What had led Qin Huaichu to the mistaken impression that he couldn’t manage his own life?

Qin Huaichu was an extremely efficient worker, and he never procrastinated even with personal matters.

Early the next morning, before going to the company, he called Song Xiang to the house.

“Cooking will be handled by Aunt Li, and cleaning by the housekeeper,” Qin Huaichu said, unusually verbose about these trivial matters, his tone stiff and serious. “You only need to do one thing—”

Song Xiang straightened up attentively and asked carefully, “Which one?”

“Play with him.” Qin Huaichu said this with full authority, a sentence that sounded absurd.

Song Xiang: “…Play what?”

“Whatever he wants to play, you accompany him. But you must ensure his safety.”

“No problem.” Song Xiang immediately agreed without hesitation.

Honestly, in the two years since Qin Huaichu hired him, Song Xiang had done very little of an assistant’s duty. If Qin Huaichu intended to hold him accountable and make up for his lack of work two years ago, he could accept it.

Besides, simply accompanying Zhu Yun to play was hardly a challenge for a young, energetic graduate.

Even if Zhu Yun seemed somewhat distant, he wasn’t difficult to get along with.

However, in the two days after receiving the task, Song Xiang had not received any instructions from Zhu Yun about going out to play.

Essentially, besides staying at home staring at the Drais robot, he only did one thing—report Zhu Yun’s whereabouts.

This was a task assigned by Qin Huaichu.

Qin Huaichu wasn’t trying to spy on Zhu Yun; after the previous incident of amnesia, he simply had to pay closer attention to Zhu Yun’s safety.

He didn’t hide this from Zhu Yun either.

Upon learning that Song Xiang would be following him like a shadow, Zhu Yun immediately decided to move his workspace from the company’s design department to the home study.

When he went to the study, Song Xiang was kept busy in the living room with trivial tasks like charging or dusting the Drais robot.

Every hour, Song Xiang would knock on the study door; Zhu Yun would make a small noise to indicate he was asleep or watching an intense movie, pretending not to hear the knocks.

Thus, the reports Song Xiang sent to Qin Huaichu were essentially the same:

• Mr. Yun is sleeping

• Mr. Yun is awake, watching a movie

• Mr. Yun is sleeping again

…

All materials and files needed for Zhu Yun’s work were sent over by Lu Xunyi from the company computers.

Some essential design tools were also personally delivered by Lu Xunyi in a backpack to Yunshan Community.

Lu Xunyi and Zhu Yun were like underground operatives, completing their first secret transaction while being closely watched by Song Xiang.

After personally delivering the backpack, Lu Xunyi didn’t even take the elevator back, immediately leaving.

Song Xiang looked at the denim backpack, rubbing his hands dutifully, and asked, “Mr. Yun, the young man who just brought you the things seems familiar—who is he?”

“Delivery guy,” Zhu Yun replied without thinking.

Song Xiang pointed to the backpack: “And this?”

Zhu Yun answered sincerely: “Delivery.”

Song Xiang: “…”

Based on Zhu Yun’s sincerity, Song Xiang’s report to Qin Huaichu accurately noted:

• Mr. Yun ordered food delivery, carried in a backpack

• From observation, it’s likely Mr. Yun watched a movie and bought some DVDs through the delivery app

…

Qin Huaichu didn’t pay much attention to Zhu Yun’s activities; as long as Zhu Yun was safe and healthy, he allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

When work was over, Song Xiang would leave Yunshan Community, and Qin Huaichu would return home.

At this point, Zhu Yun erased all online traces, hid the backpack in an inconspicuous drawer, and settled in the study to seriously watch movies.

Qin Huaichu changed out of his suit, came to the study, and naturally pulled a chair next to Zhu Yun.

He started casually, asking a few questions about the movies on the projector.

Then he got to the main point: “Why haven’t you gone out these past two days? Too tired?”

Zhu Yun yawned: “It’s cold, and if I go play, it’s better with people I’m familiar with.”

Qin Huaichu didn’t push further. He checked the room temperature and stood up: “I know a few indoor venues with nice environments. If you want to go, I’ll have Song Xiang accompany you.”

Zhu Yun paused mid-yawn, lowered his eyes, and they became moist.

He looked at Qin Huaichu, his voice choked with emotion: “You can’t come with me after work?”

He knew Qin Huaichu wouldn’t be back until after 8 PM, and unless they stayed out late for escape rooms or indoor CS arenas, it wouldn’t be possible.

Qin Huaichu wouldn’t allow him to stay up late anyway.

“I’ll try to free up time on the weekend. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you.” Qin Huaichu again avoided the evening hours, promising the weekend instead.

Zhu Yun quickly estimated his workload for the next two weekdays; it seemed feasible to pause work and spend the weekend with Qin Huaichu.

He then lowered his eyes, slightly disappointed, and nodded: “Alright then.”

Qin Huaichu was not only busy at QZ Group this week but also about to attend his second charity auction of the month.

The auction was scheduled for Sunday at 9 AM, over a thousand kilometers away in Wucheng.

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaichu realized he could only keep one of the two promised days with Zhu Yun.

He decided he would need to make it up to him.

That night, after turning off the lights, he whispered to Zhu Yun: “I’ll attend the auction and buy something you like.”

They were still under the same blanket but without any physical contact.

Zhu Yun stayed silent for a moment in the dark and asked softly: “Are you going on a business trip again?”

This instinctive reaction pained Qin Huaichu. He realized that Zhu Yun’s response probably reflected his past feelings.

Since marrying Zhu Yun, he never consulted him about business trips, nor did he know if Zhu Yun felt lonely when he was away.

This made him realize that Zhu Yun’s amnesia was an opportunity.

He thought it wasn’t too late to make up for it now.

“Sunday, I’ll attend a charity auction, but I’ll try to get back by that night,” Qin Huaichu patiently explained. “Your body still needs rest; a long trip isn’t suitable. Once you fully recover, I can take you to these events if you want.”

He remembered that the previous Zhu Yun rejected all business-related social events, but perhaps amnesia had changed his attitude.

In the darkness, Qin Huaichu caught a gentle gaze from Zhu Yun and quietly waited for a response.

After a while, Zhu Yun whispered: “Alright, you don’t have to buy anything expensive for me—”

He paused, then shyly added: “Just come back safely.”

This sentence took great effort for Zhu Yun to say. Afterward, he quickly burrowed under the blanket, not revealing his head at all.

Qin Huaichu was struck by this final sentence.

He placed his fingers on the blanket, opening and clenching his hand repeatedly. Ultimately, he didn’t follow Zhu Yun’s wish to stay apart, but simply patted the blanket gently, covering himself with another blanket, and they silently fell asleep.

The next day, Saturday, Qin Huaichu first took Zhu Yun to Mingkang General Hospital.

Ten days had passed since Zhu Yun’s amnesia. His memory recovery was slow, almost stagnant, requiring professional consultation.

This time they went straight to the psychiatry department.

Upon entering the hospital, Zhu Yun clearly showed resistance. He followed Qin Huaichu slowly, clutching his backpack tightly, his fingernails turning pale from the grip.

Qin Huaichu glanced back, slowed his pace to let him catch up, and held his wrist.

Zhu Yun: “?”

Qin Huaichu lowered his head and gently reassured him: “We’re just here for a consultation. I promise I’ll take you to the escape room this morning.”

Zhu Yun: “…”

Qin Huaichu adjusted his grip to hold Zhu Yun’s fingertips and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Qin Huaichu’s palm was warm; Zhu Yun slowly released his half-clenched fists and whispered: “Alright then.”

Zhu Yun spoke with the psychologist for half an hour, while Qin Huaichu waited outside the consultation room.

The doctor noted that amnesia without physical injury could be psychologically rooted but was difficult to treat.

During the session, Zhu Yun revealed little useful information, only mentioning: “Although things aren’t exactly as I imagined, growing eight years older and getting married… these two things don’t feel so scary anymore.”

The psychologist wrote in the medical notes: “Sense of insecurity leads to avoidance of reality; requires increased companionship and emotional support.”

This overturned the previous diagnosis that he avoided reality due to a traumatic experience.

After the consultation, Qin Huaichu had Zhu Yun sit on a corridor bench and spoke with the psychologist for a few minutes.

He folded the narrow diagnosis sheet into his coat pocket, feeling both heavy and complex.

He took a deep breath, walked toward Zhu Yun, and tried to appear relaxed.

His earlier suspicion was correct: after their marriage, their cold relationship caused Zhu Yun’s insecurity, which led to memory suppression after an episode of fainting.

Now he wanted to make amends, which coincided with the psychologist’s advice.

Zhu Yun sat on the cold tiled bench, slightly bowed, fingers absentmindedly playing with the backpack buckle.

Qin Huaichu looked down at him and said casually: “Consultation’s done. Told you it’d be quick, right?”

Zhu Yun looked up at him, his pale lips pressed lightly, showing a trace of displeasure.

Qin Huaichu hesitated, then rubbed his head twice. Seeing that Zhu Yun didn’t flinch, he rubbed once more.

“Next, you take me to the place I’m afraid of,” Qin Huaichu said flatly.

“Place you’re afraid of?” Zhu Yun looked puzzled.

Qin Huaichu expressionless: “Yes, the escape room. The place I’m afraid of.”

Zhu Yun: “…”