After Losing My Memory, I Suddenly Had A Fiancée - Chapter 13

Feeling shy at such a childish display of affection in a public setting, Ji Fanghuai replied, “Okay.”

“You all go about your work, I’ll look around myself,” Ji Fanghuai told the staff, and then proceeded to brew coffee herself.

This instinct, at least, she hadn’t forgotten. The staff treated her like a goddess, catering to her every whim.

Ji Fanghuai felt uneasy. Logically, she was the boss and should be managing the staff.

Ji Fanghuai tied on an apron, preparing to test out the coffee machine and even wanted to try latte art. The acting manager quickly stepped forward and said, “Miss Jiang mentioned your right hand is injured.”

Ji Fanghuai countered, “Am I the boss?”

“Yes.”

“Then I must do this.”

Ji Fanghuai brewed a cup of coffee for herself and found a spot against the wall to sit down. Besides the acting manager, there were six employees in the coffee house, including baristas and servers.

The business wasn’t very good. Some people would sit all day, and sometimes there were even elementary school students and parents doing homework.

“Can this even be profitable?” Ji Fanghuai frowned.

Opening a coffee shop is inherently a high-cost industry. The rent, coffee bean cost, and staff wages all needed to be paid by her, yet there were a lot of idle employees in the shop.

Ji Fanghuai discussed the matter with the acting manager.

The manager said, “Miss Jiang has already bought this storefront, and the coffee bean supply channels are very fixed. If you need to lay off staff, you can discuss it with Miss Jiang.”

Ji Fanghuai was speechless. It seemed her worry was for nothing. Was Jiang Zhi that rich?

She had thought Jiang Zhi was just ordinarily wealthy, but now it seemed she was very rich.

Ji Fanghuai’s first day at work was quite fulfilling. She familiarized herself with the coffee making process, arranged the shop’s design, and interacted with customers. She finally felt connected to this world.

Ji Fanghuai was dressed in her work uniform, bending over and writing something on a note, when Jiang Zhi watched her vibrant appearance silently until Ji Fanghuai noticed her.

“Why are you here?”

Jiang Zhi checked her watch: “Exactly five o’clock. Time to get off work and go home.”

“Okay.” Ji Fanghuai realized she had many things to discuss with Jiang Zhi, and the shop wasn’t the best place for it.

In the car, Ji Fanghuai was essentially a dead fish, only regaining her vitality upon returning home. Jiang Zhi asked, “How was it?”

Ji Fanghuai thought seriously: “It wasn’t bad, but I feel some areas need improvement and planning.”

Jiang Zhi said, “What areas? Tell me about them.”

“I want to let go of some employees,” Ji Fanghuai discussed with Jiang Zhi. “Including the manager, there are seven people in the shop now, but the customer flow isn’t high. I think four people are enough. Some small shops even have just two staff members or the owner handles everything. I wonder why I hired so many employees back then?”

Jiang Zhi nodded in agreement: “That’s fine.”

Ji Fanghuai added, “Also, all the employees are male. I want to hire a new staff member.”

“Why are men not okay?” Jiang Zhi raised an eyebrow, curious.

Ji Fanghuai explained: “I feel it’s easier to discuss many things with the same sex, and one of the male employees has a smoke odor on him, which I don’t really like.”

“Agreed.” Jiang Zhi consented to everything.

This was the most comfortable day Ji Fanghuai had experienced, as Jiang Zhi once again agreed to everything she said.

After dismissing two employees who were constantly slacking off and posting a recruitment notice, Ji Fanghuai discovered a newly opened book bar near the coffee house. To its right was an entertainment store, which also seemed to be new.

Ji Fanghuai felt a bit regretful; she had hoped to run into old neighbors, but they were all new shops.

The new employee hired was a part-time university student named Xiao Zhao.

“Boss, there’s been a woman loitering outside for the past few days,” Xiao Zhao said.

Ji Fanghuai asked, “Do you recognize her?”

“No.”

Ji Fanghuai asked the manager and other staff to take a look in turn, but none of them recognized her.

Ji Fanghuai felt strange but didn’t pay it much mind, until the woman suddenly showed up at the door and said, “Miss Ji, I want to talk to you.”

Ji Fanghuai didn’t even know her, so why would she spend time talking to her? She thought the woman might be an old acquaintance, but she didn’t look like one, so Ji Fanghuai just asked, “Who are you?”

The woman looked to be in her thirties, with a weary face. After a long hesitation, she said, “My name is Liu Huifen. My husband was the one who hit you, and I am very sorry. I’ve wanted to visit you at the hospital before, but I was blocked from entering.”

“Oh.” Ji Fanghuai’s tone instantly cooled.

She had no fondness for the family members of the perpetrator.

Seeing that Ji Fanghuai was unmoved, the woman started to play the sympathy card, saying, “My family is not well off, and Miss Ji, you are fine now. Please forgive my husband.”

Ji Fanghuai did not appreciate this.

She was fine because she was rescued in time and the medical care was excellent. If she hadn’t been struck, she would have been perfectly fine. She immediately said, “This matter is not up to me.”

The woman continued to struggle: “Must you really send my husband to prison? You’re perfectly fine now, no sickness, no injuries. We’ll compensate you; as the saying goes, it’s wise to leave a line of retreat in life.”

Ji Fanghuai thought of the injury on her head, the nearly two months of recovery, and her inexplicably missing memory, and she became very angry. She warned, “If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police.”

The woman hadn’t expected Ji Fanghuai, who seemed harmless, to speak so forcefully. She completely abandoned her composure, sat directly on the floor, started weeping and rolling, and refused to leave the shop.

Unknowing customers looked on curiously and began to discuss the scene.

Ji Fanghuai was mentally exhausted. Why were there so many bothersome things? She instructed the assistant to quickly call the police. She didn’t want to hear those morally binding words for another minute.

Before the police arrived, Jiang Zhi appeared.

She said to the woman slumped on the floor, “The police will be here immediately. I don’t mind one more person going to jail. If you want to compensate, that’s possible. Here are the receipts from the City Hospital and various recuperation expenses. Of course, even if you pay the money, he still goes to jail.”

The woman had interacted with Jiang Zhi before and knew she was not to be trifled with. Frightened by the long string of numbers and Jiang Zhi’s icy demeanor, she grabbed her bag and left in a huff.

“Are you okay?” Jiang Zhi stepped forward, concerned.

Ji Fanghuai shook her head, feeling a little dizzy, and held onto Jiang Zhi’s arm, saying, “I’m fine.”

“That’s good. Let’s go home first. Someone will handle this.” Jiang Zhi signaled the assistant to deal with the aftermath, and the two left work early.

“That woman probably won’t come back to cause trouble next time,” Jiang Zhi said meaningfully. “Actually, it’s quite good for her that her husband goes to jail.”

Ji Fanghuai looked puzzled.

Jiang Zhi pondered for a moment and said, “Her husband has a history of domestic violence. The reason he hit you that time was ostensibly a couple’s quarrel, but in reality, it was domestic violence.”

Ji Fanghuai was thoughtful. She found she had a physiological aversion to the term “domestic violence.” Perhaps anyone would be repulsed by such a thing.

Perhaps because she had been disturbed by the woman during the day, Ji Fanghuai had a nightmare for the first time that night.

She dreamed that her head had turned into a watermelon. She had to be extremely careful everywhere she went, terrified of it falling off, but it was still struck by a flower pot falling from a height.

The moment her head was hit, it shattered and couldn’t be put back together. Her vision was covered by red blood, making it impossible to see anything.

Ji Fanghuai desperately tried to wipe away the crimson in front of her eyes, but she couldn’t move. Her hands were soft and weak, without any strength.

“Fanghuai…”

Jiang Zhi’s clear, urgent voice pulled Ji Fanghuai back to reality from the dream. She woke up drenched in sweat, the bedside lamp turned on, and saw Jiang Zhi holding her, looking extremely tense.

“I’m fine.” After saying this, Ji Fanghuai had to admit that Jiang Zhi’s embrace was very warm and reassuring.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Jiang Zhi was still holding her, appearing even more nervous than she was, and kissed her on the forehead.

While she still remembered it, Ji Fanghuai described the scene in the dream.

“A blue flower pot?” Jiang Zhi’s expression slightly tightened.

“Yes. Was the one that hit me that day also blue?” Ji Fanghuai asked, a little excited.

The meaning in Jiang Zhi’s eyes was ambiguous. She said, “Yes, it was a sky-blue flower pot.”

Ji Fanghuai was overjoyed. She finally had a tiny bit of her former memory, even if she gained it in a dream.

She began to fantasize: “I heard some hypnotists can enter a person’s spiritual world. Do you think they could help me retrieve my memories in a dream?”

Jiang Zhi chuckled, “Those are just scenes from movies.”

Jiang Zhi clearly didn’t believe this, and Ji Fanghuai felt a little disappointed. She was now soberly in Jiang Zhi’s arms, feeling somewhat constrained.

She still remembered that Jiang Zhi had kissed her just now, not just on the forehead but also on the lips.

Soft lips had glided over her cheek and across the corner of her mouth, finally lightly covering her own lips. Although it was only for an instant, that sensation had been carried into her dream, and she still remembered it.

Thinking of this, Ji Fanghuai felt her face flush, and she occasionally glanced at Jiang Zhi, seemingly blaming her for taking advantage of the situation.

Jiang Zhi defended herself with a touch of grievance: “The level of intimacy we had before was much deeper than this.”