After Losing My Memory, I Became Sweet - Chapter 21

Chen Leyu put down his phone, surprised: “He actually came… and I haven’t even used my trump card yet.”

Wu Sufei glanced at him: “You already used his husband as bait. Isn’t that the trump card? Or did you think Huo Siming is more attractive than his husband?”

Chen Leyu gave a mysterious smile and looked down at the table near the window. Qin Huaichu was sitting there, face-to-face with Huo Siming.

He had also acted on impulse, wanting to call Zhuyun and see his reaction. Sure enough, just like before, Zhuyun was extremely attentive when he heard Qin Huaichu’s name. Now, it seemed even more so.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuyun drove straight toward the Knights Club.

The Knights Club was located by Dongyue Lake, which borders Jiangcheng and shares the same waters. Not long ago, the club had also acquired the management rights for Jiangcheng’s maritime entertainment projects, attracting more visitors from near and far.

So, the customers at the Knights Club were complicated; you couldn’t tell much just by looking at them.

Someone like Chen Leyu, who often mingled in clubs for fun, appearing there at this time wasn’t unusual. But Qin Huaichu—wasn’t he supposed to be on a business trip? When did he come back? And why didn’t he contact Zhuyun?

Zhuyun thought about this all the way there, feeling uneasy. He didn’t even realize he usually wouldn’t care about such questions.

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei kept an eye on the interaction between the two men not far away, even setting down their drinks.

The bar in the Knights Club served as a waiting area. After the break, everyone would head to their preferred entertainment. If they weren’t together, it would be hard to find each other. Fortunately, Qin Huaichu seemed to have no intention of leaving the bar.

He had been holding his drink for a while, and his posture was as steady as when he first arrived.

To Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei, Huo Siming was Zhuyun’s former collaborator, while Qin Huaichu was his current one.

Years ago, their business competition had shaken the GDP of Ming City several times. To put it melodramatically: Qin Huaichu had snatched Zhuyun away from Huo Siming. From any perspective, Qin Huaichu had far superior conditions, so this outcome was pleasing to their friends. Huo Siming, the treacherous man, had brought this downfall upon himself.

Zhuyun drove the Kurin South to the club entrance. The doorman only showed respect after seeing Zhuyun’s face.

“Mr. Yun, long time no see. Mr. Chen and Mr. Wu are inside. Need me to check where they are?” the doorman asked at the window.

“No need. Just help me park the car,” Zhuyun replied, stepping out.

The valet immediately came over. Zhuyun walked through the black-and-red doors.

Dressed in a casual tracksuit and a baseball cap, he looked like a naive college student and completely out of place in a club like this.

The valet, used to luxury cars, didn’t flinch seeing the Kurin South but was a bit curious about being called “Mr. Yun” repeatedly.

After parking, the valet ran back to the entrance. The doorman had closed the doors again, isolating the interior like another world.

“The guy who just came in, Mr. Yun, looks young and has a different aura than other rich kids. Did he come here before?” the valet asked.

“I don’t know,” his coworker replied.

“Do you know why our club has such a good reputation?”

“No, tell me.”

“Because questions like yours, I never ask.”

Zhuyun glanced at a new message from Chen Leyu.

Chen Leyu, seemingly unwilling to keep him in the dark, confessed: “Yun’er, I’ll admit it: your husband isn’t alone in the bar. There’s someone with him.”

He attached a photo: Huo Siming was bowing slightly in front of Qin Huaichu.

So Chen Leyu called because he saw Huo Siming and Qin Huaichu together.

Zhuyun lowered his eyes, thought for a few seconds, closed the phone, pulled his cap lower, and pushed the door open.

He walked directly to Chen Leyu’s table without attracting attention.

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei didn’t greet him loudly; they waited until he sat down and then cozied up to him on either side.

A waiter immediately served Zhuyun a fruit tea.

Zhuyun held the glass, biting the straw, eyes fixed on Qin Huaichu below the railing.

Qin Huaichu glanced at Huo Siming, seemingly smiling slightly at something Huo said. Huo Siming then stood, seemingly wanting to shake Qin Huaichu’s hand.

Huo Siming, once ambitious, now looked pathetic and humbled. Zhuyun had seen this many times; it always seemed that Huo’s opponent was Qin Huaichu.

“What are they talking about? Cooperation?” Wu Sufei almost stood to get a better view. “Qin always looked down on Huo. Why are they suddenly so close?”

Chen Leyu glanced at Zhuyun: “Yun, do you think Qin would collude with Huo?”

Zhuyun just said: “He wouldn’t.”

Sure enough, Qin Huaichu didn’t shake Huo’s hand. He set down his glass, fingers in his pocket, leaning back and putting distance between them. Huo Siming returned to his seat, looking embarrassed.

“How long did they talk?” Zhuyun asked quietly.

“Not long. At first, we saw your husband—Qin Huaichu—sitting alone. Soon, Huo Siming came in with others and went straight to him, like they had planned it,” Chen Leyu explained, noticing Zhuyun’s expression.

Zhuyun recalled Huo Siming’s tearful promise to disappear from Ming City forever. Clearly, it had been a lie.

Huo Siming leaned toward Qin Huaichu, showing something on his phone. Qin Huaichu glanced briefly, then looked past Huo toward the mezzanine.

Zhuyun lowered his head. He felt sure Qin Huaichu had just noticed him.

“Did he see us here?” he whispered.

“Who saw us? Qin?” Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei exchanged glances. “He probably didn’t see us; if he did, wouldn’t he greet us?”

Zhuyun remained silent. He looked up again—Qin Huaichu had already diverted his gaze, saying something to Huo.

Huo stood, holding his glass, looking frustrated, like he wanted to throw it at Qin Huaichu. But Qin remained still, knowing Huo wouldn’t dare.

Eventually, Huo put the glass down, slumping. He clearly didn’t have the courage to confront Qin publicly.

The music paused briefly, and the air grew tense, with all eyes on them. Huo Siming raised his voice to ensure everyone heard:

“Qin, remember this—I may have failed before, but what’s mine, I’ll take back. I respect you as a worthy opponent, but that doesn’t mean I fear you!”

Qin Huaichu chuckled lightly.

“Really? But I never considered you my opponent,” he said calmly.

The music resumed, drowning out his next words. Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei clicked their tongues in frustration at the untimely DJ.

Zhuyun thoughtfully watched Huo Siming climb the stairs, wondering what he had shown Qin Huaichu. The latter had clearly looked annoyed.

Huo Siming’s companions tried to calm him: “We told you not to go. You’re just bringing bad luck.”

Huo Siming drank from his bottle: “I didn’t intend to see him. He deliberately sat there, drawing me over.”

His friends were speechless—he was making excuses for chasing someone’s cold shoulder.

Huo slammed the bottle down and muttered: “If I want to redevelop in Ming City, sooner or later I’ll face him.”

Every word reached Zhuyun’s ears. He listened quietly, expression unchanged.

Huo Siming, sitting behind Zhuyun, noticed Chen Leyu rolling his eyes at him—clearly saying: “You want to return to Ming City? Forget it.”

Huo ignored the look and focused on the person behind him. Zhuyun’s back was to him, slim and indifferent, completely ignoring Huo.

Huo clenched his glass, stood, but Zhuyun’s attention wasn’t on him. He kept his eyes on Qin Huaichu.

Qin had just hung up a call and glanced at him. That single look confirmed Zhuyun: Qin Huaichu had seen him enter.

I need a plan, he thought, casually placing his drink on the table.

Huo Siming stood next to Zhuyun, but no one noticed. He tried calling Zhuyun’s name, voice hoarse.

Chen Leyu glanced at Huo, but mentioned Qin instead: “Yun’er, your husband seems to have seen us… uh-oh, he looks like he’s coming upstairs.”

Zhuyun tugged at the brim of his cap, showing a troubled expression.

“I… lost my memory,” he whispered.

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei looked confused: “Huh?”

“A month ago, I lost my memory.”

Zhuyun lifted his head, eyes innocent, looking at Qin Huaichu approaching step by step.