After Losing My Memory, I Suddenly Had A Fiancée - Chapter 55

The so-called “pulling up the seedlings to help them grow” means using artificial methods to make short seedlings grow taller. Although this method is foolish and violates the laws of nature, ultimately resulting in a wasted effort, the farmer is naturally happy in that instant when they see the seedlings grow taller after pulling them.

The seedling in front of Ji Fanghuai was weak and fragile, and she naturally couldn’t bear to pull it with force. It needed careful nurturing, otherwise, if the root was damaged, the loss would outweigh the gain.

She showed the seedling a hundred forms of tenderness, carefully protecting it, afraid of breaking it if held in her palm, or melting if held in her mouth.

The tender seedling finally produced crimson fruit.

Below the seedling, there must be mountains and rivers, and the mountains have a spring eye, where the water flows ‘ding-dong’ and trickles out. How else could the seedling grow strong?

The ancients had long mastered this knowledge of cultivation, as mentioned in the ancient books Qimin Yaoshu and Tiangong Kaiwu. A qualified cultivator must combine practice with theory; otherwise, it is idealism.

Ji Fanghuai exerted all her skill, going through all the knowledge recorded in the books, only to find herself covered in sweat, her tongue feeling like she had eaten countless ‘Star Cup’ ice creams without a spoon—sore, weak, and powerless.

Ji Fanghuai lay gasping in Jiang Zhi’s arms.

“Why are you so shameless today?” Jiang Zhi raised her hand to stroke Ji Fanghuai’s smooth hair, her voice as if steeped in honey, especially soft and warm.

Ji Fanghuai was already tired, and seeing Jiang Zhi tease her, she immediately said, “The second of our three agreed-upon rules: no making fun of me afterward, or else…”

Jiang Zhi looked up, smiling at the corner of her mouth, and asked, “Or else what?”

Ji Fanghuai pretended to threaten, “Or else you can amuse yourself from now on, don’t think about dragging me along again.”

“Alright, I won’t tease you,” Jiang Zhi closed her mouth solemnly. There was still a faint, unique taste on her lips. Ji Fanghuai was undoubtedly a good student, doing everything that Jiang Zhi had done.

She was happy that Ji Fanghuai desired her, which indicated that that period hadn’t been a solo act for her alone. But she also minded that Ji Fanghuai suddenly stopped, now lying aside, uncaring whether her spring was still dry or not.

Jiang Zhi wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Since Ji Fanghuai was uncharacteristically proactive today, she naturally had to be completely obedient.

Seeing that Jiang Zhi was indeed obedient and no longer teased her, Ji Fanghuai recovered a bit and felt slightly uneasy, cautiously asking, “Jiang Zhi, are you uncomfortable?”

She had completely mimicked everything, following the steps. She had done everything Jiang Zhi had done, so Jiang Zhi should be as comfortable as she was back then.

Jiang Zhi sighed faintly and said, “I’m comfortable.”

But her eyes clearly spelled out that it wasn’t enough. Ji Fanghuai suddenly understood. As a good, well-rounded youth of the 21st century, who had studied biology in junior high and genetics in high school, how could she not know that it was just one step away from the goal? But she lacked confidence and always felt that doing so would ruin the feeling that had been so hard-won.

She pulled the blanket tightly over herself and said awkwardly, “I want you to teach me next time.”

Jiang Zhi was surprised by this unexpected thought. She was originally going to offer herself for a practical demonstration, but suddenly remembered the injury on her hand, and hesitated a little, saying, “My hand isn’t working well right now.”

She had claimed that her left hand and right hand were the same, but she wasn’t left-handed, so how could her left hand be as flexible as her right? She wanted to wait until the injury on her hand was completely healed.

“Then save it for later use,” Ji Fanghuai said in a whisper, her face scalding hot, like the crater of an erupting volcano. She couldn’t believe those words had come from her mouth. How could she be so immodest?

Jiang Zhi woodenly nodded, and both felt a little awkward.

After learning that Jiang Zhi was reading The Psychology of Rolling on the Sheets, Ji Fanghuai had also read the book.

The book said that men and women are different in bed. Men only care about having fun in the act, and then go off to smoke or fall asleep, while women, compared to the collision during the process, care more about the tenderness before and after the act.

Ji Fanghuai believed that her pre-act was “blue better than indigo” (surpassing the teacher), but her post-act was somewhat lacking in follow-through. She was lying there like a dead fish, no wonder Jiang Zhi sighed.

With a compensatory mindset, Ji Fanghuai leaned over and softly called out in Jiang Zhi’s ear, “Jiejie (Sister).”

Jiang Zhi stiffened when she unexpectedly heard her call her Jiejie again.

Ji Fanghuai was constantly observing Jiang Zhi’s expression. Seizing the opportunity, she whispered softly in her ear, “Jiang Zhi, I like calling you Jiejie. I want to call you Jiejie. Is that okay?”

Jiang Zhi’s body tensed, still trying to hold on, and stubbornly said, “Yes, I allow you to call me Jiejie in bed. That’s what we agreed on before.”

“I want to call you Jiejie privately too,” Ji Fanghuai said, not satisfied, calling out to Jiang Zhi again and again in her ear, just like in the car on the day she was discharged from the hospital.

Jiang Zhi finally gave up struggling and raised an eyebrow, saying, “Are you going to keep calling me Jiejie after we get married?”

Ji Fanghuai didn’t mind, saying, “What’s the big deal? Didn’t I call you Jiejie before? If I like calling you Jiejie, I’ll call you Jiejie. I’m not calling anyone else.”

Jiang Zhi, however, was very serious, saying, “That’s different.”

Ji Fanghuai wondered, “How is it different?”

She liked calling Jiang Zhi Jiejie because she knew she used to call Jiang Zhi Jiejie—but more so, it was a form of intimacy between lovers. As far as she knew, some people even liked to call their partners ‘Master’ or even more shameful titles in bed.

Jiang Zhi didn’t answer and became silent on her own.

“Jiang Zhi, what are you afraid of?” Ji Fanghuai smoothed her slightly messy hair. “Are you afraid that if I call you Jiejie, I’ll really treat you as a sister? Or are you afraid that I’ll go back on my word after I regain my memory? Legitimate sisters don’t play this kind of game.”

“No,” Jiang Zhi was a little absentminded, clearly lost in thought.

Ji Fanghuai pulled a straight face and called her, “Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi immediately snapped back, responding, “Hmm?”

Ji Fanghuai sat up, looked her in the eyes, and seriously asked, “How did we get along before? Before I lost my memory.”

Jiang Zhi answered frankly, “You treated me as a sister, just a sister. After you knew I liked you, you constantly reminded me that I was just your sister.”

Ji Fanghuai nodded and asked again, “How old was I then? Did you confess immediately after realizing your feelings changed?”

Jiang Zhi recalled and said, “You were a sophomore in college then. I didn’t confess immediately.”

Instead, she first probed whether Ji Fanghuai had anyone she liked at school, tried to figure out if she would like her, and even considered what to do if her parents disagreed.

She had just discovered her feelings then, but had already planned where she would be buried after death, only she never thought Ji Fanghuai would lose her memory.

Ji Fanghuai continued, “If you didn’t confess immediately, then you confessed later. Was my reason for rejecting you just that I only saw you as a sister and never thought about being your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Jiang Zhi started to dislike Ji Fanghuai calling her Jiejie from that time on, because she really only treated her as a sister.

After asking, Ji Fanghuai saw that all the joy had drained from Jiang Zhi’s face. She knew that Jiang Zhi was afraid that she would deny everything now after she regained her memory.

She said, “Let’s go and get our marriage certificate tomorrow.”

Jiang Zhi paused slightly and said, “Okay.”