After Losing My Memory, I Became Sweet - Chapter 4
Two months ago, when Qin Huaichu went on a business trip to the United States, he heard from a few fellow designers that Zhu Yun was actually very fond of sci-fi movies in private—especially those about robots.
He casually chatted with them for a while and also learned that Zhu Yun had been paying close attention to the newly released “Dreis” robot from America.
That was where the idea for this birthday gift came from.
While still in the U.S., he asked his assistant, Song Xiang, to deliver this surprise to Zhu Yun.
What he hadn’t expected was that Zhu Yun wasn’t very happy about receiving the gift.
Zhu Yun’s first reaction upon seeing it was to return it immediately.
He even went so far as to hire movers to carry the gift back down to the lobby of QZ Group.
QZ Group was a luxury goods company, covering fields such as fashion, jewelry, watches, and perfume. Qin Huaichu was the company’s president, and Zhu Yun worked there as the chief jewelry designer.
As a jewelry designer, Zhu Yun usually dealt with blueprints, 3D modeling, or various types of glass.
Though his job carried a strong artistic sense, the day-to-day environment was filled with rigid, cold machinery.
Qin Huaichu had visited many of QZ’s processing plants and had also seen the teams Zhu Yun supervised at work—Zhu Yun was always stern and strict, never smiling.
So, the fact that the gift was returned wasn’t surprising to him.
But right now, Zhu Yun was clearly happy.
Silently, Qin Huaichu watched as Zhu Yun exclaimed over the robot again and again, touching it over and over with fascination.
Back to the question Zhu Yun had just asked—he and Zhu Yun had gotten married through a business alliance. There had been no emotional foundation between them, and they had basically never lived together after the wedding.
If asked whether he liked Zhu Yun, he could come up with hundreds of reasons to deny it.
He didn’t think their interactions could be considered “liking.”
He had only bought this gift because it was something he ought to do.
Even without feelings, he was still Zhu Yun’s husband under the law.
After asking that question, Zhu Yun didn’t seem to expect an answer. He had even forgotten about Qin Huaichu’s presence for the moment, giving all his attention to the Dreis robot.
“Don’t you feel tired?” Qin Huaichu finally asked after watching for more than ten minutes.
“Not at all,” Zhu Yun replied without looking back.
“You’ve been pulling all-nighters, and today you were even rushed to the hospital because of a temporary collapse. Your memory hasn’t even fully recovered yet,” Qin Huaichu listed calmly. “Standing here this long—aren’t you tired?”
Zhu Yun’s fingers paused. Still facing away from him, he softly admitted: “You’re right. I am a little tired.”
Qin Huaichu: “…”
No sooner had he spoken than Zhu Yun’s body suddenly went slack, and he fell backward.
Luckily, Qin Huaichu had been watching closely and hurried forward just in time to catch him.
Zhu Yun’s eyes were shut, as if he had fallen asleep instantly.
Qin Huaichu: “……”
Holding his arm, Qin Huaichu felt the same thing as when he had carried Zhu Yun at the hospital.
He was too thin. Compared to the last time they had met, he seemed even more gaunt.
Just how much was he neglecting his health for work?
The thought left Qin Huaichu with a wave of irritation, but his movements were gentle as he bent down and carried Zhu Yun in his arms.
He brought him straight into the master bedroom.
The few rare times they had spent the night in this house, they had slept in the master bedroom.
No—strictly speaking, in this house full of rooms, only the master bedroom had ever been used.
Even when Qin Huaichu came here alone, he had always stayed in the master bedroom.
He remembered lying on the two-meter-wide bed before, resentfully thinking that Zhu Yun probably never came here at all, unlike him.
Now Zhu Yun lay sleeping on the bed—not because he was acting or putting on a show, but simply because he was truly exhausted.
Looking down at Zhu Yun’s sleeping face, Qin Huaichu felt a surge of complicated emotions.
After showering in the bathroom, he returned with a clean damp towel and carefully wiped Zhu Yun’s face and hands.
His movements were light, trying not to wake him.
Since Zhu Yun’s feet had touched the floor, they had to be wiped as well.
Changing to another towel, Qin Huaichu sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated, and then lifted Zhu Yun’s legs onto his lap.
Zhu Yun stirred a little, burying his face deeper into the pillow and trying to draw his legs back.
But Qin Huaichu was quick. He gripped one slender ankle firmly, frowning as he wiped it clean, then moved on to the other.
Once his ankles were held, Zhu Yun no longer resisted.
After throwing the dirty towels into the sink and washing his hands twice over, Qin Huaichu returned to the bedroom.
Zhu Yun’s hands and feet were now tucked under the quilt, only his black hair peeking out.
The two-meter bed and the quilt were not small, yet Zhu Yun was wrapped tightly in them all alone.
It reminded Qin Huaichu of the nights they had shared a bed before—each of them had insisted on using a separate quilt.
Apparently, even with his memory lost, Zhu Yun had kept this habit.
Qin Huaichu mocked him silently, then pulled another quilt from the closet, spread it over himself, and turned off the light. Soon, he fell asleep.
That night was no different from those in the past.
Zhu Yun slept quietly and woke very early.
When Qin Huaichu opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Yun sitting by the bed with wet black hair, looking down at him.
Qin Huaichu shot upright as though he had seen a ghost.
In the past, Zhu Yun had always woken early too, but after rising, he would retreat into his study or casually bake some bread in the kitchen.
Never once had he lingered on the same bed after waking up.
Now, with damp hair and damp clothes, Zhu Yun’s expression was faintly lost.
“What’s wrong?” Qin Huaichu asked with difficulty, leaning against the wall.
“I just took a shower,” Zhu Yun said. “But I forgot to bring clean clothes.”
Qin Huaichu: “……”
“Can you tell me where my clothes usually are?” Zhu Yun asked.
Qin Huaichu: “……”
That was a good question.
Since Zhu Yun almost never stayed here, it was impossible that he had any spare clothes in the house.
Qin Huaichu could only give him his own clothes to wear. After all, he had stayed here a few times and left some changes of clothes.
Though he was a few centimeters taller, the larger size shouldn’t matter too much.
“Wait a moment,” Qin Huaichu said. He got out of bed, opened the closet, and took out a set of loungewear.
In the early winter of the south, with no central heating, the room was rather cool. Zhu Yun would certainly catch a chill if he kept wearing damp clothes.
Sure enough, even though Qin Huaichu was quick, he still heard Zhu Yun sneeze before handing him the clothes.
“Thanks, I’ll go change.” Zhu Yun obediently took them into the bathroom.
Qin Huaichu went into another bathroom to wash up, then fetched his own clothes from the walk-in closet beside the master bedroom.
When he came back, Zhu Yun had changed into his clothes and was drying his hair with a towel.
Qin Huaichu found him staring thoughtfully at the mirror.
“These definitely aren’t my clothes,” Zhu Yun finally concluded.
Qin Huaichu: “……”
Sitting down on the bed, Qin Huaichu asked calmly, “Why do you think so?”
“The size is wrong. They feel too big. And all the clothes in that closet are the same size. I doubt any of them belong to me.”
Qin Huaichu hadn’t thought the size difference was so obvious, but he wasn’t surprised at Zhu Yun’s sharp observation.
“They’re mine,” he admitted.
“Why aren’t my clothes here?” Zhu Yun asked suspiciously.
“You don’t often stay here,” Qin Huaichu said honestly.
“But didn’t you say this is our home?” Zhu Yun pressed.
“It is. But we have more than one residence,” Qin Huaichu replied.
He didn’t want to tell Zhu Yun that their marriage was one of convenience, bound by an agreement that never required them to live together.
With Zhu Yun’s eighteen-year-old mindset now, he probably wouldn’t understand anyway.
“Then today, when you have time, take me to see the other houses,” Zhu Yun said, sitting down in the oversized sweatshirt. “If I want to recover my memory, I’ll need external triggers.”
“Alright,” Qin Huaichu agreed without protest.
“And now—” Zhu Yun began.
“Now we need breakfast,” Qin Huaichu cut him off.
He headed for the kitchen without waiting.
Because Qin Huaichu had often been away on trips and Zhu Yun was always immersed in work, he had hired Auntie Li to handle Zhu Yun’s meals.
But since they hadn’t notified her this time, they had to cook for themselves.
Qin Huaichu wasn’t much of a cook, but his perfectionism made him spend three attempts frying an egg before plating the most perfectly shaped one.
Carrying two plates out of the kitchen, he found Zhu Yun missing. Instead, he heard strange robotic beeps.
Zhu Yun was once again at the living room entrance, studying the Dreis robot.
“It seems like it’s out of power,” Zhu Yun said.
“I’ll get you the manual later,” Qin Huaichu replied as he sat at the table. “Come eat first.”
Hearing footsteps approaching, Qin Huaichu noticed how different Zhu Yun’s pace was now—light and brisk, filled with a youthful air.
Pulling out a chair, Zhu Yun sat down and marveled at the egg: “Your cooking’s so good? The egg is so round.”
Qin Huaichu maintained his composure: “Eat it while it’s hot.”
Forking up some noodles, Zhu Yun glanced again at the robot standing silently in the distance. “It must be expensive, right?”
Qin Huaichu followed his gaze and answered with little interest, “Mm.”
“How much? Did it cost five digits?” Zhu Yun asked eagerly.
“More than that,” Qin Huaichu replied flatly.
“Why would you buy me such an expensive gift?” Zhu Yun exclaimed in surprise.
Qin Huaichu thought to himself that, while the robot was costly, it was nothing compared to the value Zhu Yun brought to the company.
Even if Zhu Yun weren’t his partner but just an ordinary designer, he would have been willing to pay that price to keep him.
But seeing Zhu Yun’s eager expression, he didn’t want to say that.
“As long as you like it, the price doesn’t matter,” he said lightly instead.
Zhu Yun’s smile faded at that.
Silent and expressionless, he suddenly looked much more like the person Qin Huaichu had known before.
Qin Huaichu watched quietly.
Finally, Zhu Yun sighed softly and said: “Now I believe we really are married.”
Qin Huaichu: ?
He understood the reasoning, but… why the sigh?