After Losing My Memory, I Became Sweet - Chapter 22

Qin Huaichu quickly ascended the few steps.

He had just heard Zhu Yun mention that he had amnesia.

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei seemed to finally regain some composure, but were still not fully sober; they unconsciously gulped down a few more mouthfuls from their glasses, then simultaneously choked.

Huo Siming looked at them in disbelief, but constrained by Qin Huaichu’s presence, he couldn’t express any concern for Zhu Yun.

Even though he desperately wanted to ask Qin Huaichu if Zhu Yun’s amnesia was caused by him.

He could only sit back with a sullen expression.

“I heard from Song Xiang that you were playing basketball this afternoon. How come you suddenly came here?” Qin Huaichu asked Zhu Yun in a low, imposing voice.

“They called me and asked me to come over,” Zhu Yun replied innocently, extending his delicate finger to point at the two friends sitting across from him.

And he was telling the truth.

“Oh, yes. I noticed Zhu Yun hadn’t come here for a while, so I called to check if he was free. What a coincidence!” Chen Leyu wiped the sweat from his palms and helped smooth out the story.

Wu Sufei also loyally chimed in: “Yeah, Yun just arrived and we didn’t even have a proper chat before Qin Zong came.”

The implication was clear: whatever Zhu Yun had done, they were innocent and unaware.

“Brother, what are you doing here?” Zhu Yun asked naively.

“I came with a client. I was about to leave, but then you showed up,” Qin Huaichu said calmly.

Qin Huaichu passed by the many ears that had perked up around them without a trace.

Including Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei’s four eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere quiet. I’ll chat with you there,” Qin Huaichu said coldly.

Knight’s clubs were noisy, lively, and stimulating; finding an absolutely quiet spot was not easy.

Qin Huaichu led Zhu Yun down the stairs. At this moment, the bar owner came over and blocked their path, chatting with Qin Huaichu briefly.

Qin Huaichu requested a quiet room from the owner.

It wasn’t far—only about three hundred meters from the bar.

He glanced back at Zhu Yun and noticed that the bartender was secretly flirting, preparing a glass of cherry wine, and discreetly handing it to Zhu Yun.

“Mr. Yun, this is for you. It’s called ‘Angel’s Kiss.’” Despite Qin Huaichu’s sharp glare interrupting him, the bartender stubbornly finished speaking.

“He’s only eighteen; he can’t drink,” Qin Huaichu took the glass and placed it back on the bar.

Those words made Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei’s hearts skip a beat.

The bartender froze in shock.

Although Zhu Yun didn’t come to the club often, his reputation was well-known.

He’s… only eighteen?!!

Zhu Yun didn’t respond to the bartender but nodded politely. The bartender watched them leave, completely enamored, until Qin Huaichu blocked Zhu Yun’s back.

Chen Leyu frantically tried to signal Zhu Yun, wanting to communicate beforehand, but with Qin Huaichu there, he couldn’t connect.

Zhu Yun’s relaxed demeanor showed no concern for what might happen next.

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei exchanged a glance, realizing they would have to improvise.

The room provided by the bar was another temporarily closed bar.

The owner opened the door for them and said they could use anything inside freely before leaving.

Once the door closed, Qin Huaichu led Zhu Yun to a round table in front of the bar.

There were some leftover tools on the bar, including whips and chains, which left much to the imagination.

Chen Leyu gingerly touched a chair and sat down, unsure how to answer without angering Qin Huaichu.

With Qin Huaichu’s glacial expression, it was a sour experience.

“Tea? Or do you want to continue drinking? If it’s alcohol, Zhu Yun and I won’t join,” Qin Huaichu asked coldly.

“No, we’re fine,” Chen Leyu said understandingly. “Qin Zong, just ask your questions; Wu Sufei and I will tell you everything we know.”

“I don’t have questions,” Qin Huaichu said softly. “I just want to ask a favor.”

Chen Leyu’s expression turned serious: “Please go ahead.”

“About a month ago, Zhu Yun fainted from overwork, affecting part of his memory. He hasn’t fully recovered yet,” Qin Huaichu said evenly. “I want him to rest at home, but he seems eager to regain his memory, so he comes here to see you.”

Chen Leyu swallowed, wiping the sweat from his brow. Qin Huaichu’s explanation saved them the trouble of inventing why Zhu Yun could appear at the club despite his amnesia.

“I see… I never knew this happened; Zhu Yun never mentioned it,” Chen Leyu said sincerely.

Wu Sufei couldn’t help but pinch Chen Leyu’s thigh under the table, as the tone sounded so offhand that it made their story seem fake.

Qin Huaichu frowned slightly, confirming Wu Sufei’s worry.

Fortunately, Zhu Yun, seeing the scene, decided to help them out.

He lowered his lashes and asked softly, “Brother, are you mad at me?”

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei widened their eyes in shock, as if witnessing a ghostly possession.

“I’m not mad,” Qin Huaichu said softly, his gaze unusually gentle. “I was just surprised to see you here.”

“I’m a little surprised too,” Zhu Yun asked sincerely. “Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip? How come you’re here with a client?”

“I returned home in the evening, found you weren’t home, then saw Song Xiang’s message,” Qin Huaichu patiently explained. “I thought you were still playing basketball. A client asked me to come to the club, so I handled that first, then came to find you.”

Zhu Yun nodded obediently: “So the person I saw you talking to at the bar—he was your client?”

Chen Leyu gasped. Zhu Yun had mentioned Huo Siming, but omitted his name, considering the eight years of amnesia. His expression remained calm, showing his acting skills.

Realizing his worry about Zhu Yun was unnecessary, Chen Leyu crossed his legs, looking at Qin Huaichu with curiosity.

Now the pressure was on Qin Huaichu. How would he introduce Huo Siming?

Unexpectedly, Qin Huaichu just gave a casual acknowledgment.

Chen Leyu was disappointed.

Qin Huaichu continued: “I asked you two here because I need a favor. I’ll be traveling often, and Zhu Yun will be alone. If possible, I hope you can accompany him when you’re free.”

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei nodded eagerly: “No problem, consider it done!”

Qin Huaichu added: “Try not to meet in complex places like clubs. Zhu Yun enjoys sports; you can engage in activities he likes. If the lighting is poor at night, go to a gym.”

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei were stunned. Even as adults running family businesses, they hadn’t expected such old-fashioned advice.

They exchanged a helpless glance at Zhu Yun, who was smiling.

The two reluctantly agreed: “Fine, exercise it is. We like sports anyway. Don’t worry, Qin Zong.”

Leaving the bar, Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei felt surreal, reluctant to leave the joyful atmosphere.

Qin Huaichu walked beside Zhu Yun. Seeing the cold wind, he subtly took Zhu Yun’s hand, tucking it into his coat pocket.

Chen Leyu, having witnessed Qin Huaichu and Zhu Yun’s journey from rivals to business marriage, had never seen such affectionate behavior.

Looking at the moon, he wondered if times had truly changed.

“Yu Ge, shall we head back?” Wu Sufei asked dazedly.

They had only gone to the bar briefly; other friends were still waiting at the club. Nightlife hadn’t even begun.

“Let’s go back,” Chen Leyu sighed, looking at Qin Huaichu’s back. “This guy reminds me of being caught by the dean back in school—staying would be inappropriate.”

Four valet boys had already brought out their cars.

Qin Huaichu and Zhu Yun stood under the moonlight, looking picturesque.

Chen Leyu waved: “Zhu Yun, come over.”

Zhu Yun freed his hand from Qin Huaichu and walked over.

Chen Leyu forced himself to ignore Qin Huaichu’s sharp gaze, leaned slightly to cover his mouth, and whispered: “Zhu Yun, you live with him every day now? Everything okay?”

Zhu Yun’s expression was calm: “Everything’s fine.”

“Really?” Wu Sufei asked, surprised. “Qin Huaichu hasn’t done anything? No problems?”

Chen Leyu quickly pulled him back: “Nothing’s wrong, don’t talk nonsense.”

“Then we split for now? Call if you need anything,” Chen Leyu said.

Zhu Yun nodded: “Okay.”

His calm voice reassured Chen Leyu, satisfying his lifelong admiration.

He hugged Zhu Yun’s shoulders, whispering: “This is the Zhu Yun I know. Your amnesia act is like another person. Qin Huaichu didn’t notice—miracle.”

Zhu Yun seemed to recall something, a slight smile on his lips: “He seems to like me like this.”

Wu Sufei asked: “By the way, Qin Huaichu said you’re eighteen. How old do you feel mentally?”

Zhu Yun replied: “Eighteen,” with a mischievous smile, ignoring the shock it caused.

Chen Leyu and Wu Sufei stepped back, trembling: “Wow.”

Zhu Yun returned to Qin Huaichu’s side. The driver had arrived, and valet had brought their cars.

Qin Huaichu looked at the Koenigsegg: “You drove here?”

Zhu Yun calmly pointed to Chen Leyu: “Chen Leyu helped me. I tried, but I’m not good at supercars.”

Chen Leyu raised his hand in the distance, hopping slightly as if saying: “I drove, Qin Zong, come at me.”

Qin Huaichu withdrew his gaze, displeased: “Next time, call the driver or me for a car.”

Zhu Yun said okay, opened the other Bentley’s door, and leaned in.

Qin Huaichu followed, wrapping his arm around Zhu Yun’s slim waist.

Zhu Yun stiffened. Qin Huaichu lowered his head, lips near his ear.

Zhu Yun involuntarily recalled Wu Sufei’s comment earlier, noticing Qin Huaichu’s reaction.

Even so close, he remained calm.

“I should spend more time with you,” Qin Huaichu murmured, his words full of dissatisfaction with himself.