Amnesiac Fiancé Married Another, So I Married His Brother - Chapter 66

They had known each other for so many years, yet Li Su had never seen Huo Zhenzhou like this before.

Humble, sorrowful, heartbroken, aggrieved, and filled with self-reproach.

He was enveloped in a melancholic aura of guilt and remorse, traits that had never existed in the aloof, restrained, and composed Huo Zhenzhou of the past.

“Huo Zhenzhou, you lost your memory, but not your basic reasoning. Before marrying her, didn’t you stop to think you might already have a girlfriend? What if you were already married?”

“You rushed into marriage so carelessly, not only were you irresponsible toward me, but also toward yourself!”

“You invited the wolf into the house and brought me to this point. I will never forgive you in this lifetime!”

While she was recovering in the hospital, he hadn’t even dared to show his face.

She was heartbroken. Furious.

She thought that seeing Huo Zhenzhou’s regret and sorrow would bring her the joy of vengeance.

But in truth, she wasn’t that happy.

If he hadn’t had that accident back then, they would have been a loving couple by now.

Huo Zhenzhou lowered his gaze, resting it on her legs.

Every time he remembered how Zhou Motang’s father had hurt Li Su, he was overwhelmed with regret.

Even before his memories returned, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to visit her in the hospital.

He couldn’t bear to see her injured, couldn’t face the look in her eyes.

He had become a coward.

And a sinner.

Huo Zhenzhou: “I can’t argue. My actions hurt you deeply. All I want now is to make it up to you, to see you happy again.”

“Your way of making it up to me is by asking me to divorce and marry you?” Li Su sneered. “How do you know I’m not happy with Huo Xuanye?”

“I’ve been recovering for over three months. He’s been by my side almost every single day, never once showing impatience, only love and concern in his eyes. Even if I were a stone, such fervent devotion would have melted me. You don’t have to have me, and I don’t have to have you either!”

A tender, watery warmth glimmered in Li Su’s eyes. “Huo Zhenzhou, you and I are already in the past. From the moment you married someone else, your future no longer included me.”

“Susu, please… don’t say things like that…”

Huo Zhenzhou couldn’t take it.

His heart ached unbearably.

Every word from Li Su felt like a stab to his soul.

Watching his pained expression, Li Su said, “Can’t handle it? Do you know why I haven’t moved out even after marrying Huo Xuanye? I wanted you to see, to watch as your younger brother and I love each other, harmonious as husband and wife, while you remain nothing but an outsider.”

“Susu… Susu…”

“I’ll go mad… I’ll go mad…” Huo Zhenzhou murmured.

If not for her mental resilience, she would have lost her mind the moment he brought Zhou Motang home.

Li Su scoffed coldly. “Then go mad for me to see.”

With that, she turned to leave.

But the moment she took a step, Huo Zhenzhou suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Li Su turned back. “Let go of me!”

His gaze lingered with longing, his fingers slowly loosening. In his sorrowful eyes was a trace of pleading. “Give me a chance to make it up to you… please?”

He had made a mistake.

Now, he was begging his goddess for a chance at redemption.

He would cherish that opportunity with everything he had.

But beyond anger and sorrow, what Li Su felt most was disappointment.

The man she had loved and trusted so deeply, the man who could dominate the business world, had, after losing his memory, so easily married someone else.

Couldn’t he have at least used his ID to search for himself online?

He found himself on an unfamiliar island, yet he didn’t feel out of place at all?

His behavior and habits should have clashed with that environment, shouldn’t they?

Huo Zhenzhou had no idea that she had spent those three months living like a walking corpse.

And she had no idea just how severely injured Huo Zhenzhou had been during those three months.

He must have been unconscious, otherwise, he wouldn’t have lost his memory.

No matter what those three months had been like, fate had played a cruel joke on them, and now they were on entirely different paths.

As for her…

Li Su gently stroked her thigh with her right hand. “The only thing I want now is for my legs to recover immediately, just as they were before. If you can’t make that happen, then stop bothering me.”

She had given Huo Zhenzhou an impossible task.

Recovery and rehabilitation were a long, grueling process.

Even if her legs could heal, they would never be the same as before.

Huo Zhenzhou stood there helplessly, watching as Li Su walked away.

Li Su didn’t stay at home for long. After eating, she left with Di Fei’er for Pear Dance Studio.

Since her injury, Li Su hadn’t visited the studio in a long time.

She was both the owner and the lead dancer.

Without her, the studio’s members had grown lazy in their training, their spirits low.

“That Lin Yaoqing’s smug face makes me so angry!”

“Before, wasn’t Susu always the one who outshone her in every dance competition?”

“She knew Susu was injured, yet she still made those snide remarks on that show, ugh, it makes my blood boil!”

“Honestly, don’t you think our boss is just… pitiful? Her fiancé disappeared, came back married to someone else, and now her legs are injured. Forget eight months, even a year or two might not be enough for her to recover to her former level.”

The dancers in the studio continued their warm-ups, but that didn’t stop them from gossiping.

Outside the studio, Qiao Ni called out loudly, “Susu, you’re here!”

Everyone inside immediately turned toward the entrance.

Li Su, whom they hadn’t seen in so long, stood there with a gentle gaze, as if bathed in a soft, divine glow.

How had she become even more tender and resilient after her injury?

Beside her stood the legendary dancer Di Fei’er.

The entire studio erupted in excitement.

“Susu, how are your legs?”

“Teacher Di, I’m your biggest fan!”

“Susu, you don’t need a wheelchair anymore, you can stand!”

Looking at their worried, eager faces, Li Su realized she should have shared more updates about her recovery in the group chat.

But she had been too heartbroken, too exhausted, and didn’t want to burden them, so she rarely sent messages.

“Yeah, I can stand now. Pretty impressive, huh?” Li Su said lightly. “With Teacher Di guiding my rehab, it’s been twice as effective. One day, I’ll return to the stage just like her. So while I’m away, none of you are allowed to slack off.”

Just because she couldn’t perform didn’t mean the others in her studio couldn’t work.

Her tone turned stern as she emphasized the no-slacking rule.

The others nodded eagerly.

Li Su had come to the studio today for another reason.

While Di Fei’er stayed behind to chat with the dancers, Li Su headed to the meeting room.

Inside, Jian Jiaqing sat at the conference table in a striking red dress, idly scrolling through her phone.

On the night of the Qixi Festival performance, when Li Su was injured, Jian Jiaqing had taken her place on stage and skyrocketed to fame. Since then, she had been booked with numerous gigs.

Li Su didn’t understand, why push her to stardom? With her own injury keeping her offstage, there were plenty of opportunities here.

Why was Jian Jiaqing willing to terminate the contract even if it meant paying compensation?

Li Su had never been one to force others.

After chatting on the phone for a few days, Jian Jiaqing was determined to leave.

She came solely to sign the termination agreement.

“Miss Li.”

Jian Jiaqing called out to her.

“Hmm.”

Li Su picked up the pen and signed her name with effortless grace.

Jian Jiaqing, sitting across from her: “…”

Wasn’t contract termination supposed to involve some back-and-forth negotiation?

She had thought Li Su would want to talk things over in person.

She hadn’t expected Li Su to sign so straightforwardly.

Well, it didn’t matter, Lin Yaoqing had already promised her terms.

Jian Jiaqing also signed her name. “Susu, I’m sorry. You’re injured right now, and yet I’m leaving. But Lin Yaoqing promised to get me onto the Spring Festival Gala. No one could turn down an opportunity like that. You understand, right?”

Li Su smiled faintly. “Of course. Wishing you a bright future.”