After Losing My Memory, I Suddenly Had A Fiancée - Chapter 60
Leaving the hospital, Ji Fanghuai still looked a bit dejected. She said, “I feel like the follow-up visit is the same as before, with no progress at all. I clearly have a vague impression, so why can’t I recover?”
“Some things are better left to chance. Don’t force it too much. Even if you can’t remember, it doesn’t hinder your life. People always have to look forward.” Jiang Zhi gently tucked her slightly messy hair behind her ear, comforting her warmly.
The short, spiky hair she once had has grown long. Since the two of them became honest with each other, Jiang Zhi felt that every corner of Ji Fanghuai’s eyes and brows was full of charm.
Ji Fanghuai understood this logic, but she still cared a lot. She whispered, “But won’t you be sad?”
Their past was forgotten by her; the memories that belonged to the two of them were now only guarded by Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi lowered her head and kissed her hair, saying, “I will be sad, but I can’t force you to remember. That would only be counterproductive. You’ve been too tense lately. Even the doctor said you might only remember when your body and mind are extremely relaxed. So, don’t overthink it.”
Ji Fanghuai nodded. Jiang Zhi added, “I mean achieving physical and mental pleasure by doing things we used to do, not anything else.”
Ji Fanghuai shook the dirty thoughts out of her head and said evasively, “I wasn’t thinking about anything else.”
Jiang Zhi didn’t expose her. She put Ji Fanghuai’s hand into her jacket pocket and intertwined their fingers, saying, “I’m planning to take a good two-day break. Xin Ling always says I don’t visit her enough. It’s the weekend, so let’s go see her.”
“Okay,” Ji Fanghuai squeezed Jiang Zhi’s fingers. Those unpleasant emotions gradually faded with her small action.
Jiang Zhi always seemed to be able to easily influence her mood.
Ji Fanghuai and Jiang Zhi bought some gifts for visiting friends and drove to Xin Ling’s house. The economic development of each district in City A is very different. Jiang Zhi and her live in the most developed A district. Xin Ling doesn’t like this fast-paced life, but she enjoys the nightlife here, so she very lavishly bought an apartment in the commercial center, where every inch is gold. Entertainment venues are right outside her door, and her nightlife is quite rich.
Jiang Zhi explained, “Xin Ling usually lives here alone, but she goes back to see her grandmother every week.”
Xin Ling usually loves to joke around and clown, but Ji Fanghuai knew she was Jiang Zhi’s benefactor. When the two arrived at Xin Ling’s house, they were surprised to find Lin Mianmian there. Seeing Xin Ling only wearing pajamas, Ji Fanghuai was astonished and asked, “Mianmian?”
Lin Mianmian was obviously very uneasy and hastily explained, “This is my side job, don’t overthink it.”
It was difficult for Ji Fanghuai not to overthink it. She pulled Lin Mianmian to the balcony and asked in a low voice, “Does she need you to draw another character design for her?”
“Yes,” Lin Mianmian showed Ji Fanghuai Xin Ling’s request.
Ji Fanghuai immediately stared wide-eyed. The character design this time was completely inappropriate. What was sent was an erotic story, clearly meant to make Lin Mianmian draw explicit pictures.
However, Lin Mianmian had studied painting since she was a child and had drawn all kinds of human anatomy pictures, so she didn’t think much of it, but she was a little embarrassed now that Ji Fanghuai knew. Her face flushed as she began to explain.
“I didn’t expect her to ask me to draw this. I originally didn’t plan to, but the price she offered was very tempting, and I only need to draw the characters, not the details. Recently, my parents have been trying various ways to set me up on blind dates, and they keep saying I’m not working hard enough. Although they just talk about it, I want to move out. I have some savings, but I’m afraid of running out of money, so I accepted this commission.”
Ji Fanghuai closed the document and blurted out, “You can come and live at my house.”
Lin Mianmian usually doesn’t have many friends, is used to living alone, and doesn’t like to take advantage of others. She said, “I appreciate your kindness, but I don’t want to interfere with your two-person world.”
Ji Fanghuai thought about it and agreed. Whether it’s friends or family, a sense of distance is necessary, and besides, she would have to discuss this with Jiang Zhi. Based on her understanding of Jiang Zhi, although Jiang Zhi wouldn’t refuse, she wouldn’t be very supportive either.
“Rare guests,” Xin Ling had a face mask on and was lying on the sofa without any concern for her image. An old domestic movie was playing on the full-screen LCD TV, and the background music was so loud it was deafening.
Jiang Zhi quietly found a place to put the gifts she bought, then found the remote control and turned down the noisy music. She sat down next to Xin Ling and said, “We came specifically to thank you this time.”
Xin Ling immediately became wary and said, “Stop, stop, stop, I don’t deserve it.”
Jiang Zhi smiled and said, “We want to go to Europe for our honeymoon.”
Xin Ling’s expression changed, and her face mask almost crumpled. She said, “Jiang Zhi!”
Jiang Zhi spread her hands and said, “I’m kidding. I’m purely here to visit a friend, and I have to go to work on Monday, so I’ll also hand over the work to you.”
Only then did Xin Ling give her a good look and said, “No talking about work on a day off.”
Xin Ling went to wash off her face mask. Seeing that everyone else wasn’t wearing makeup, she returned to the sofa completely barefaced, slumping diagonally as if suffering from a soft bone disease. She said in boredom, “Little Lin, want to sing karaoke?”
Lin Mianmian hesitated, “I can’t.”
Xin Ling looked at Ji Fanghuai and Jiang Zhi again. Jiang Zhi didn’t say anything, indicating she was fine with anything, and Ji Fanghuai had no opinion, as she couldn’t sing anyway.
Xin Ling turned on the sound system and sang an English song with great passion. The melody of the song was beautiful, but Ji Fanghuai noticed that the lyrics were extremely vulgar. Her mind was filled with dirty thoughts. Coupled with Xin Ling’s unique voice, Ji Fanghuai actually started to feel something according to the lyrics. She glanced sideways and saw Jiang Zhi also looking at the passionate scene in the music video, her eyes involuntarily drifting towards her.
Ji Fanghuai quickly lowered her head, thinking, What kind of lyrics are these? She had always thought this song was full of positive energy, but she didn’t expect the whole song to be suggestive.
Xin Ling finished her passionate performance, looking radiant, completely different from her previous corpse-like state. If this were a dance floor, she could immediately jump up. She said, “Fanghuai, do you want to sing one too?”
Ji Fanghuai refused without thinking, “I’m tone-deaf.”
Xin Ling was persistent. Thinking of something fun, she said, “What does it matter? We can try a simple one. Jiang Zhi definitely wants to hear you sing too. Jiang Zhi, quickly say yes?”
Ji Fanghuai quickly looked at Jiang Zhi, signaling with her eyes to answer no. Who knew Jiang Zhi would nod with a straight face and say, “Yes.”
Ji Fanghuai: “…”
Seeing Jiang Zhi also looking at her with hopeful eyes, Ji Fanghuai awkwardly raised her hand to tuck the wisps of hair behind her ear, revealing her fair, reddened ear tips.
She didn’t want to disappoint Jiang Zhi, so she bit the bullet and picked up the microphone. Unexpectedly, Xin Ling chose a classic children’s song for her—”Little Donkey,” which truly required no sense of pitch. Ji Fanghuai looked up at Jiang Zhi again. Jiang Zhi was looking at her with a gentle smile. The familiar lyrics gradually appeared on the screen. Ji Fanghuai’s eyelids twitched violently. She opened her mouth and finally let out a sound: “I have…”
She cracked her voice as soon as she opened her mouth.
“Hahaha!” Xin Ling immediately burst into laughter.
Jiang Zhi gave her a faint glance and said, “Your face mask will be useless if you keep laughing.”
Xin Ling reached up to touch the corners of her eyes, then laughed even harder, pulling Lin Mianmian over and saying, “Little Lin, how is your singing?”
Lin Mianmian directly refused, “I won’t sing.”
Xin Ling turned her attention back to Ji Fanghuai, “Fanghuai, continue.”
Seeing Jiang Zhi also looking at her, Ji Fanghuai awkwardly finished a children’s song that was barely not off-key. Although her voice was pleasant, it sounded completely incongruous when paired with the children’s song. Although Jiang Zhi was serious throughout, Ji Fanghuai knew she was holding back laughter.
Ji Fanghuai put down the microphone and lightly pinched Jiang Zhi’s waist.
Jiang Zhi dodged left and right, perfectly avoiding Ji Fanghuai’s devilish claw.
Ji Fanghuai thought of the unpleasant children’s song and continued to poke Jiang Zhi’s sensitive spots. Before long, the two of them were wrestling on the two-person sofa.
Xin Ling reminded them loudly, “I’m warning you, no public display of affection.”
Jiang Zhi and Ji Fanghuai immediately sat up straight side-by-side.
Jiang Zhi was expressionless, but Ji Fanghuai was less composed, her face completely flushed.
“Coming here just to show off your affection, do you have any humanity left?” Xin Ling pulled Lin Mianmian into her camp. “Little Lin, don’t you agree?”
Lin Mianmian nodded in agreement. Ji Fanghuai hooked her fingers around Jiang Zhi’s and didn’t speak. She was just having a normal conversation. After playing with Xin Ling and finishing dinner, Jiang Zhi said, “It’s too noisy, we’re going back. We’ll come back to see you another day.”
Xin Ling waved her hand and said, “Go on, go on.”
Back home, Ji Fanghuai was very interested in the document Xin Ling gave Lin Mianmian. It was essentially a miscellaneous collection of scenes, and Xin Ling wanted Lin Mianmian to draw the characters. Ji Fanghuai wondered what Xin Ling was thinking.
Wait, how did Xin Ling get her hands on an erotic story?
A sudden strange thought popped into Ji Fanghuai’s mind. She asked Jiang Zhi, “Could Xin Ling have written that novel, Soul Coffin, herself?”
Jiang Zhi asked in confusion, “Why would you say that?”
Ji Fanghuai told her about Xin Ling asking Lin Mianmian to draw explicit pictures. Jiang Zhi contemplated, “No, Xin Ling only likes to write fanfiction.”
Ji Fanghuai said, “Oh,” and wondered if it was a fanfiction Xin Ling wrote? She was still very interested in the erotic story and flipped through it with relish. This miscellaneous collection was well-rounded, colorful, and aromatic. Suddenly, she heard Jiang Zhi say, “And the kind of erotic stories you’re reading can also be customized.”
Ji Fanghuai instinctively asked, “Where do you customize them?”
Jiang Zhi looked at her playfully and said in a teasing voice, “You want to customize one?”
Ji Fanghuai instantly turned as red as a braised shrimp, blurting out, “No, I just want to learn some techniques.”
Jiang Zhi leaned in closer. Ji Fanghuai was already dizzy from reading those embarrassing words. She moved to the edge of the sofa and pushed Jiang Zhi away, not letting her look.
Jiang Zhi complained, “I want to observe it too.”
Ji Fanghuai glared at her and said, “You already know how.”
Jiang Zhi said honestly, “I actually don’t know much.”
Ji Fanghuai had no choice but to read it with her. Erotic stories were nothing more than changing characters, changing identities, changing backgrounds, and performing different poses. Ji Fanghuai’s face felt hot from reading it. Jiang Zhi frowned slightly and said seriously, “This position is impossible to achieve in reality.”
Ji Fanghuai was reading slowly, word by word, because she had to construct the image in her mind, sometimes requiring boundless imagination. She asked belatedly, “How do you know it’s impossible?”
Jiang Zhi folded her arms and said plainly, “You can figure out it won’t work just by using your brain.”
Ji Fanghuai rolled her eyes at her and continued reading. She read on and exclaimed, “This is too exaggerated. Is your little sprout better now?”
Jiang Zhi rubbed her hands together and said, “It is.”