I Got A Girlfriend After Losing My Memory (Transmigration) - Chapter 52

Tang Fuzhi felt like she was trapped in a long, drawn-out dream. It was winter, and she seemed to see a pitiful little girl huddled in the snow, dressed in thin clothes. The girl’s fair cheeks were frozen purple.

Her heart clenched, and she unconsciously moved toward the child, reaching out to pick her up. But her hand passed right through the girl’s outstretched arm.

Tang Fuzhi looked down at her own hand, realizing with a shock that it was intangible, without substance.

Snow swirled around them as the little girl curled up in a corner, shivering uncontrollably from the cold. Tang Fuzhi desperately wanted to help, but her heart was willing while her body was powerless.

Suddenly, an icy chill gripped her entire body, and she began to tremble violently. She struggled to open her eyes and focus on the world around her, but all she could make out through the haze were a pair of long, straight legs looming before her in the dead of winter.

Tang Fuzhi suddenly realized that the little girl she had seen earlier was herself.

Gathering every last ounce of strength, she tried to grab the person’s ankle, desperate for help.

It was her only hope now.

Just as she was about to touch that slender ankle, she woke up.

Tang Fuzhi felt waves of pain throbbing in her head. She pressed her hand to her forehead as warmth returned to her body, pulling her away from the snowy landscape and back to the summer heat of reality.

Tao Ran entered the room to find Tang Fuzhi frowning, her fist pounding against her head. She rushed over, grabbed Tang Fuzhi’s hand, and held out the honey lemon water she had prepared. “Drink some water. It’ll help.”

She had already given Tang Fuzhi hangover soup last night, but it clearly hadn’t done much good.

She barely drank anything, and it wasn’t even strong alcohol, Tao Ran thought, yet her headache is this severe.
Tang Fuzhi took a sip from the glass at her lips. The sweet and sour honey lemon water balanced the flavors perfectly, making it taste just right.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she distinctly felt her headache ease after drinking it.

Tang Fuzhi opened her eyes and immediately saw Tao Ran’s worried face, her eyes still showing faint dark circles.

“Do you remember what you said last night?”

After Tang Fuzhi said those things last night, Tao Ran couldn’t sleep well all night.

She was thrilled by Tang Fuzhi’s words, “I don’t like the idea of pushing you to Huo Yuan,” yet she also desperately wanted Tang Fuzhi to regain her memories and clarify what she hadn’t finished saying yesterday.

But on the other hand, she was terrified of Tang Fuzhi recovering her memories.

Even if it resolved Tang Fuzhi’s inner turmoil, the fact remained that Tao Ran had lied to her.

Tang Fuzhi paused, thinking hard about what had happened yesterday.

She seemed to have attended a class reunion, played two rounds of truth or dare, had a bit to drink, and then… she couldn’t remember anything after that.

“Did I say anything last night?” she asked, puzzled.

Tao Ran let out a sigh of relief, though she couldn’t quite tell if it was relief or regret. She quickly plastered a smile back on her face. “If you don’t remember, it doesn’t matter.”

Tang Fuzhi stared blankly at Tao Ran, her gaze inexplicably drifting downward to Tao Ran’s long, slender legs.

They looked somewhat like the ones in her dream.

She blinked, then suddenly asked, “Tao Ran, have you ever seen a little girl in the snow? Around… six or seven years old?”

Tao Ran looked puzzled as she set the honey lemon water on the bedside table. She ruffled the little girl’s hair. “No, why are you asking?”

Tang Fuzhi suddenly realized she might have made a silly mistake. If the little girl in her dream was really her, how could the tall, leggy woman in front of her be Tao Ran? Tao Ran was a year younger than her, after all.

“Never mind,” Tang Fuzhi said, shaking her head. When she looked up again, her fair face was once more adorned with a sweet smile. “Tao Ran, I’m hungry.”

The little girl’s clear, childlike voice, tinged with a hint of playfulness, snapped Tao Ran back to reality.

Tao Ran stroked the little girl’s soft, long hair and pulled her up by the hand. “Come on, you didn’t eat anything last night and even had a glass of wine. You must be starving.”

After a quick wash, Tang Fuzhi gazed at the lavish spread of food, her eyes sparkling with delight. She picked up a piece of braised pork with potatoes. The tender, perfectly cooked potatoes melted in her mouth.

Tang Fuzhi closed her eyes in bliss. So delicious. Tao Ran’s cooking skills were getting better and better.

After lunch, Tang Fuzhi should have taken a nap, but she had already slept through the morning due to her hangover. Now fully rested, she had no desire to sleep.

She curled up alone in the study, trying to capture the scene from her dream on paper.

Before leaving for work, Tao Ran stopped by the study. She watched the young woman painting with intense focus, the sunlight streaming through the window bathing her fair skin in a golden glow, as if gilding her with radiance.

The girl’s earnest expression, her brow furrowed slightly and lips pressed tightly together, suggested she was grappling with a difficult task. Tao Ran didn’t interrupt.

Instead, she quietly took out her phone and sent Tang Fuzhi a WeChat message, letting her know she was heading to work.

Then she left Tang Fuzhi undisturbed.

She knew that when Tang Fuzhi was fully absorbed in her painting, she disliked being interrupted.

Time ticked by, and the sun began its slow descent from its zenith.

Tang Fuzhi finally stretched her arms and gazed at her painting.

The painting was relatively simple, relying entirely on her memory without any detailed refinement, yet it possessed an ethereal, hazy beauty.

On a snowy day, a little girl, her body blue with cold, huddled in a corner, clutching herself tightly in a desperate attempt to preserve her meager warmth. Before her stood the lower half of a woman’s leg, smooth and fair.

Even without seeing the woman’s full figure, the mere glimpse of her leg hinted at striking beauty.

The painting was inherently contradictory.

How could anyone expose their legs in such a blizzard, wearing black high heels, with no signs of frostbite?

Tang Fuzhi didn’t understand either.

She only vaguely sensed that the dream might be about something she had experienced in the past.

Perhaps… talking to Tang Fuyu could shed some light on things.

Tang Fuzhi’s eyes lit up at the thought. It seemed like a good idea.

Although she had known Tao Ran for a long time, they had met when Tang Fuzhi was nineteen. In the dream, she appeared to be only six or seven years old. The Tang family might know something about that time.

Tang Fuzhi called Tang Fuyu and invited her out.

As she was leaving, Xu Rujia, who was on a few days’ break, suddenly appeared.

“Tang Tang, what are you going to see Tang Fuyu about?” Xu Rujia asked casually.

Tang Fuzhi pressed her lips together. Not many people knew about her memory loss, so she didn’t plan to tell Xu Rujia.

She disliked lying and wasn’t very good at it. Her gaze drifted to the lush green trees lining the road as she said, “Nothing much. Just wanted to ask her about some things from when we were kids.”

Xu Rujia didn’t press further.

They waited at the dessert shop for a while before Tang Fuyu finally arrived, fashionably late. She had changed her hair color again, the vibrant pink now a deep sapphire blue.

Her cheerful face carried a hint of apology. “Have you been waiting long?”

Tang Fuzhi shook her head. After all, Tang Fuyu lived far away, so it was only natural she was a little late.

Her gaze fell on Xu Rujia. Tang Fuzhi pursed her lips, unsure how to ask Xu Rujia to excuse herself temporarily.

Xu Rujia was enjoying her sweet soup when she noticed the lingering gaze. She pointed at herself in disbelief. “Are you… asking me to leave for a bit?”

Tang Fuzhi knew her awkwardness might hurt Xu Rujia. “I’m sorry…” Her eyelashes fluttered, feeling flustered by the situation.

Xu Rujia waved her hand dismissively. She didn’t mind at all.

Even ordinary people had secrets they didn’t want to share. Given their unusual backgrounds and ties to the Tao Group, it was even more understandable.

She’d always known that curiosity killed the cat.

She was just a little surprised at first.

“No worries at all. I’ll just move to the next table. Call me when you’re done chatting.” Xu Rujia picked up her sweet soup and stood up, her round face beaming with a sweet smile that made her look even younger.

As Xu Rujia settled at a table five or six meters away, Tang Fuyu asked with a smile, “Sister, what did you want to ask me?”

Tang Fuzhi rubbed the knuckle of her index finger against the pad of her thumb, asking with a hint of nervousness, “Do you know the circumstances of when I was… adopted by Mom and Dad?”

There was a noticeable pause when she said “Mom and Dad,” as if she still hadn’t quite adjusted to the idea of having parents.

For some reason, the concept of parents felt foreign to her, as if they had never been part of her childhood.

Tang Fuyu looked surprised, as if she hadn’t expected Tang Fuzhi to ask this.
She glanced up at her sister, who had been by her side for eighteen years. Tang Fuzhi’s brow was slightly furrowed, her usually pale face looking even paler, as if she hadn’t slept well.

Suppressing the urge to ask what was wrong, Tang Fuyu turned her attention to answering the question. “Mom and Dad said they’d been trying for years to have a child, but after going to the hospital, they found out Dad had a low sperm count. Out of options, they went to an orphanage and adopted a child who was just over four years old.”

“I don’t know if their act of kindness moved the heavens, but the year they adopted you, Mom got pregnant. I was born the following year.”

As a successor to the socialist cause, Tang Fuyu didn’t truly believe in the idea that kindness could move the heavens. But from another perspective, perhaps it was precisely because her parents believed in this that they treated their adopted daughter just as well as their own child after she was born.

They felt that their adopted daughter’s arrival had given them a biological child.

Tang Fuzhi looked up at Tang Fuyu, pressing her for more details. “You said I came to the Tang family when I was four years old? And that I grew up in an orphanage?”

This was completely different from what she had dreamed.

In her dream, although she appeared malnourished, she was certain she was older than four, at least six or seven years old.

Moreover, in the dream, she hadn’t been in an orphanage at all, but huddled in a corner of a wall.

Tang Fuyu was startled by Tang Fuzhi’s agitated state. She recalled her parents’ words, her voice trembling slightly. “Yes, Mom and Dad said you grew up in an orphanage from the time you were born. They said you were sent there right after you were born.”

Something was wrong. Everything felt off.

If she had been sent to an orphanage at birth and adopted by the Tang family at four, how could she have ended up homeless, nearly freezing to death?

From what she knew, the Tang family was comfortably well-off, not wealthy by any means, but certainly not struggling to make ends meet.

Tang Fuyu noticed Tang Fuzhi’s brow furrowing deeper and grew concerned. “Sister, what’s wrong?”

She suddenly remembered a news story from a few days ago about an adopted daughter whose biological parents had suddenly appeared. “Did you… find your real parents?” she asked anxiously.

Tang Fuzhi realized her expression had frightened Tang Fuyu and quickly shook her head. “It’s nothing. I just suddenly remembered something from when I was little, and it seemed a bit strange.”

She suppressed her lingering doubts and forced a smile back onto her face. “By the way, why did you change your hair color again? Didn’t you like the pink one?”

The change of topic worked exactly as she’d hoped, diverting Tang Fuyu’s attention.

Tang Fuyu ran her fingers through her newly dyed hair, her face lighting up with a grin. “I got tired of the pink! So I picked out a new color. Isn’t it pretty?”

Tang Fuzhi nodded, and the sisters resumed their lighthearted chatter, brushing aside the earlier tension.

Just as they were enjoying their conversation, Tao Ran called.

“Where are you?”

Tao Ran’s voice trembled slightly, revealing her anxiety and panic.

Tang Fuzhi glanced at Tang Fuyu, who was sitting across from her, and replied, “I’m at the dessert shop downstairs.”

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