After Losing My Memory, I Became Sweet - Chapter 18

The phone screen was still lit.

In the group chat, a flurry of messages appeared:

• Has Yun run off again?

• Huh? That shouldn’t be the case, we didn’t even mention his husband.

• Who said we didn’t? Just now, Chen Leyu mentioned it.

• That was like ten minutes ago, Zhi Yun probably didn’t mind.

• Why don’t you call him?

Then came a string of @mentions from around ten people.

The phone vibrated chaotically on Qin Huaichu’s lap.

He didn’t intend to snoop on Zhi Yun’s messages but still noticed a few of the contacts’ nicknames.

He recognized some of them—they had attended his and Zhi Yun’s wedding and were Zhi Yun’s childhood friends.

All of them were well-known second-generation wealthy heirs in Ming City, notorious in their own right.

Qin Huaichu pressed the side button, turning off the screen, and returned the phone to Zhi Yun.

“Are you chatting with them?” Qin Huaichu asked in a calm tone.

“Yeah, they don’t know I lost my memory. They told me a lot of things,” Zhi Yun said, looking a bit confused. “I don’t really understand it all.”

“Then don’t chat with them,” Qin Huaichu patted his shoulder and placed the ring box next to him before standing up.

“But I want to talk to them to regain some of my memories from college until now,” Zhi Yun said seriously, looking up at him.

Qin Huaichu stood still, looking at him just as seriously. “You can chat with me, too, and still recover your memories.”

Zhi Yun: “…”

“I’m going to make lunch. What do you want to eat?” Qin Huaichu rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the kitchen.

Zhi Yun thought, Can you really make whatever I want to eat?

Qin Huaichu didn’t seem suspicious at all. Instead, he seemed a bit disheartened.

He slipped the ring box into his pocket and slowly followed Qin Huaichu into the kitchen, hands in his pockets.

His emotions made it hard to accept Qin Huaichu cooking again, but reason told him not to dampen the other’s intentions.

So he paused at the kitchen doorway and said in an expectant voice, “Brother, I want to eat whatever you make.”

“Song Xiang just brought a roasted chicken. We’ll have that. I’ll prepare it properly; it should taste fine,” Qin Huaichu said, opening the packaging and taking out the chicken, then handling some vegetables.

Leaning against the wall, Zhi Yun quietly asked, “Brother, why did you come back so early today?”

“The auction finished, so I returned,” Qin Huaichu replied without turning his head.

Zhi Yun thought, But you usually have follow-up engagements after auctions and don’t get back until evening.

“Oh, I thought auctions lasted a long time and you had to meet a lot of people,” he said.

Qin Huaichu didn’t answer but glanced at him and calmly said, “If you’re interested, next time I’ll take you with me.”

The roasted chicken was already cooked, just needed heating. Qin Huaichu spent another half hour preparing lightly boiled vegetables before they could eat.

“Tomorrow I have to go to the company. Monday will be busy. Stay home and rest. Aunt Li will prepare three meals for you, remember to eat,” Qin Huaichu said after finishing, wiping his hands, in a matter-of-fact tone.

Zhi Yun blinked. “Can I go out during the day?”

“Where do you want to go? If it’s to play ball, I can have Song Xiang accompany you,” Qin Huaichu said.

“I want to see friends—the ones from the group chat,” Zhi Yun said.

Qin Huaichu had no reason to forbid him, so he asked tactfully, “Where exactly do you plan to meet them?”

Zhi Yun thought for a moment. “At their usual hangout. They mentioned a place called the Knight Club.”

Qin Huaichu’s brow furrowed immediately, intending to object.

As a local of Ming City, he was well aware of the Knight Club—a place wealthy young people liked, membership-based, offering a variety of entertainment options, some classy, some less so.

He had clients who specifically requested the Knight Club, so he had been there, though only to pay bills, never to participate.

While he understood the club existed for a reason and couldn’t generalize its patrons as improper, he privately hoped Zhi Yun could change, avoiding such chaotic places.

“You can go, but tell me before you do, okay?” Qin Huaichu said tactfully.

“Sure.” Zhi Yun tilted his head. “Brother, are you coming with me?”

“Not impossible, if I’m free,” Qin Huaichu replied calmly.

That night, they continued to sleep under two blankets.

Qin Huaichu realized his actions last night were a bit hasty, so he planned to proceed gradually.

Though he couldn’t hold Zhi Yun while sleeping, their interaction was already very optimistic—he could even call it harmonious.

Zhi Yun didn’t sleep well, perhaps from his habit of staying up late in the past.

He shifted under the blanket, occasionally brushing against Qin Huaichu, then moving back.

Qin Huaichu briefly woke each time, using the faint light from the sleep lamp to observe Zhi Yun.

Zhi Yun’s eyes stayed closed, his brow slightly furrowed.

Qin Huaichu, separated by two blankets and after being rejected the previous night, couldn’t openly comfort him.

Finally, he extended his arm from under the blanket, letting the cold air touch his exposed skin, placing it three centimeters from Zhi Yun’s head.

The pillow pressed slightly, his hair brushed against Qin Huaichu’s arm.

Zhi Yun seemed to relax, turning his head to the side, and fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Huaichu’s arm was sore the next morning, but he felt content.

He felt his touch had been measured—Zhi Yun’s subconscious didn’t reject it and, in fact, it allowed him to sleep peacefully again.

Zhi Yun probably didn’t retain the memory after falling asleep, as he cheerfully said “Good morning, brother” the next day.

Qin Huaichu had finished breakfast; Aunt Li had arrived early to prepare a hearty Chinese breakfast.

Zhi Yun sat at the table, watching Qin Huaichu pacing the living room, tying his tie, putting on a jacket, and holding a briefcase.

Then, unexpectedly, he appeared in front of Zhi Yun, looking down at him.

Zhi Yun instinctively swallowed as Qin Huaichu’s fingers brushed past his lips.

He thought there might have been something on his lips, but Qin Huaichu seemed to act unconsciously, and nothing more happened.

He didn’t even wipe his hands, indicating his lips weren’t dirty.

Qin Huaichu put that hand into his pocket and said casually, “I have to go to the company. Stay at home—”

“Remember what we talked about yesterday. Don’t go to such places alone,” he added.

Zhi Yun smiled. “I know.”

A few crumbs were on his lips.

Qin Huaichu’s eyes darkened slightly, waved, and turned to leave.

As he came out of the elevator, he saw Song Xiang rushing in with his head down.

Qin Huaichu stopped him. Song Xiang froze. “Mr. Qin, what a coincidence?”

Qin Huaichu didn’t care about coincidences and said in a low voice: “Don’t let Zhi Yun leave your sight today. If he goes out, follow him.”

“Got it, Mr. Qin. I’ll act as his chauffeur and ensure he gets there safely,” Song Xiang promised.

Qin Huaichu glanced at him but didn’t say more.

“Did Zhi Yun tell you where he wants to go? If I know the place, I can check the route in advance,” Song Xiang scratched his head.

“The Knight Club,” Qin Huaichu answered coldly. “If he goes there, send me a message.”

“Okay! The Knight Club is famous. I know the way, Mr. Qin!” Song Xiang said enthusiastically.

Qin Huaichu glanced at him silently and left.

Actually, Zhi Yun didn’t plan to go to the Knight Club today.

He preferred to spend the day setting up his secret workspace.

Song Xiang had been at the house since 8 a.m., sitting in the living room.

Luckily, the apartment’s soundproofing was good. Once the study door was closed, little noise from renovation could be heard outside.

Zhi Yun avoided Song Xiang’s line of sight and took the boxes from the cabinet.

He retrieved tools and panels, installing a shelf under the desk, creating a small workbench for gemstone processing.

As a gemstone designer, Zhi Yun was skilled with his hands, completing the setup in less than half a day.

Song Xiang had slept in the living room before noticing Zhi Yun coming out of the study.

Zhi Yun wore light home clothes with sleeves rolled up, revealing pale, slender arms.

Seeing the small sweat beads on his forehead, Song Xiang asked, “Boss Yun, were you… exercising in the study?”

Zhi Yun paused, hummed, then turned to the bathroom to shower.

In the afternoon, he lay in bed for a while, woken by his phone vibrating.

It was a video call from his mother, Yu Qingrong.

He accepted, squinting slightly at the screen, seeing a person and a dog.

Yu Qingrong was clearly downstairs, accompanied by his German Shepherd, Beibei.

“Yun Yun, I brought Beibei to see you. Open the elevator so I can come up.”

Yu Qingrong held the leash and smiled widely.

Over 45, she still had black, thick hair, often wore light-colored long dresses, looking like a youthful runaway.

“How did you come?” Zhi Yun mumbled, sitting up.

“Weren’t you going to have me feed Beibei for a month? The month’s up, so I brought him on time,” Yu Qingrong said. “You missed him, didn’t you?”

Beibei seemed to understand, standing on its hind legs and barking twice as if protesting.

Zhi Yun opened the elevator access. Soon, he saw the person and dog arrive.

He grabbed Beibei’s front paws and patted its head.

“Sorry, Beibei, I neglected you,” he whispered.

He hadn’t expected Beibei to be waiting all this time. Even a week apart used to make him miss Beibei.

Why was that?