I Won Big with the President Who Looks Like Me - Chapter 1

This was the second month after Jiang Ruosui had woken up from his coma. His cousin, Jiang Ruoyan, was casually wiping the apple juice from his hands onto Jiang Ruosui’s hospital gown as he crunched on an apple, when the words blurted out of his mouth.

At the time, Jiang Ruosui was still suffering from amnesia. Not only was he enduring the long and arduous process of rehabilitation, but he was also burdened by the crushing pressure of an uncertain future. When he heard this, his composure shattered instantly:

“What? Since when I have a wife?!”

“Of course,” Jiang Ruoyan paused his apple-crunching, startled. He stared at Jiang Ruosui’s astonished face before patting his forehead as if struck by a sudden realization. “Oh, right. I almost forgot your brain’s fried. You’ve lost your memory.”

Jiang Ruosui: “………”

He was speechless. “Young Master Jiang, could you show a little sympathy and care for a patient?”

Jiang Ruoyan didn’t reply, only chuckled.

After a moment, Jiang Ruoyan steadied himself and looked again at the handsome but slightly gaunt man before him.

Since childhood, Jiang Ruoyan had lived in the shadow of this “Jiang Ruosui,” a childhood nightmare.

While the saying goes that success in love comes at the expense of career, Jiang Ruosui enjoyed smooth sailing in both.

His marriage was arranged, a business alliance. The day he turned eighteen, he was betrothed to Yun Yue’an, the youngest son of Yunyuan Group. The moment he turned twenty, their families immediately held the wedding.

In fact, he was too perfect.

With the support of Yunyuan Group, Jianghe Group soared to prominence, quickly becoming one of Rong City’s leading conglomerates.

Yet, just nine years after Jianghe Group’s meteoric rise and Jiang Ruosui and Yun Yue’an’s engagement, Jiang Ruosui suddenly proposed divorce.

There were no warning signs.

No one could understand how this model couple, who had always appeared to be mutually respectful and devoted, had reached a breaking point where divorce was inevitable. Even their parents and relatives were utterly perplexed and shocked.

When private inquiries were made about the reason for the divorce, Yun Yue’an, uncharacteristically, remained silent. Jiang Ruosui’s explanation was simply:

“Incompatible personalities.”

The flimsy and vague reason for the divorce was hard not to suspect: that Jiang Ruosui, having struck it rich, cruelly kicked his devoted wife to the curb and selfishly decided to go it alone.

But with so many conflicting rumors and no one truly involved in the marriage to know the real story, everyone eagerly awaited Yun Yue’an’s explanation. Yet he never uttered a word against Jiang Ruosui. Instead, he simply agreed to the divorce application as Jiang Ruosui requested. On the very day they registered their marriage and walked out of the marriage registration office, both were involved in a car accident on the street.

A month later, Jiang Ruosui became a vegetative state. Though Yun Yue’an’s physical injuries weren’t severe, he soon went mad, diagnosed with schizophrenia and sent to a mental health facility by his family, where he remains to this day.

Two years later, Jiang Ruosui had already awakened from his vegetative state, but Yun Yue’an’s condition showed no improvement. Rumors circulated that he had attempted suicide several times during those two years, growing increasingly deranged. Yet no one had personally witnessed his madness, so Jiang Ruoyan merely mentioned his former sister-in-law’s current state to Jiang Ruosui in passing, without giving it much thought.

After waking from his coma, Jiang Ruosui had lost most of his memories. He could still recall a few important people—his parents, siblings, even his university advisor, but Yun Yue’an was completely forgotten. When Jiang Ruoyan tentatively brought up Yun Yue’an, trying to gauge how much he remembered, Jiang Ruosui looked utterly blank, not even recalling that he had once been married.

“Seems it’s really quite serious.”

Jiang Ruosui stroked his chin, watching the disabled-like figure of Jiang Ruoyan, who was leaning on the wall as he slowly shuffled along. It was like watching a fallen phoenix. He clicked his tongue, unsure whether it was pity or gloating:

“Big brother, even you have your day.”

It seemed God was fair after all, not letting Jiang Ruosui hoard all the advantages.

Now that he had just awakened from his coma, two years had passed, and everything had changed.

The CEO position that should have been his had been stolen, his wife had gone mad, a long scar ran across his neck, and he couldn’t even walk freely. How could anyone be more miserable?

“Brother, call me anytime if you need anything. You’re now a top-priority protected species of the Jiang Family. By order of our elders, we’re at your service 24/7.”

Jiang Ruoyan then gave a mock salute. Jiang Ruosui smiled and wanted to kick him, but his body was weak and he could only wave him away with a helpless gesture.

After the hospital room door closed and silence returned, Jiang Ruosui finally felt the delayed exhaustion wash over him.

He sat quietly on the bed for a while. The spring breeze, slightly dry and intoxicating, drifted through the window, which was framed by lush green branches. The sunlight seemed to particularly favor the handsome young man, bathing his jade-like face in warm light. For some reason, Jiang Ruosui felt a soft, languid feeling spread through his bones, and he grew drowsy.

He had barely managed to stay awake, and with his amnesia, his brain couldn’t function normally. The drowsiness immediately overcame him.

The caregiver quietly tucked him in, closed the door, and withdrew.

The latch clicked into place, a crisp sound.

Jiang Ruosui’s eyelids felt impossibly heavy. He struggled to stay awake, but the overwhelming sleepiness and fatigue dragged him into dreams. With a helpless sigh, he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep slumber.

I don’t know how long I slept.

Suddenly, I heard slow footsteps by my ear. It sounded like someone had opened the door and was walking in from the outside.

The person’s breathing was loud and rapid, clearly indicating extreme nervousness.

Half-asleep, Jiang Ruosui sensed someone approaching the bed. He inexplicably wanted to open his eyes and see who it was, but his body felt sealed by the quilt, as if he were bound to the bed, completely immobile. He could only remain conscious, feeling a large hand brush across his neck—rough and calloused, like the hand of someone accustomed to heavy labor.

Jiang Ruosui disliked being touched. In the dream, sensing the hand on his neck, he instinctively frowned.

Fortunately, the hand stopped at the side of his neck, as if checking his carotid artery. After detecting the faint pulse, the person withdrew their hand.

An almost imperceptible gaze swept across Jiang Ruosui’s face. He desperately wanted to open his eyes and see who it was, but couldn’t. In the dream, he broke out in a cold sweat from the urgency.

At some point, the sharp squeal of wheels on the floor came to his ear. Jiang Ruosui’s vision blurred, and a slender figure suddenly appeared before him.

The man seemed oblivious to the large truck hurtling toward him in the distance, continuing to walk forward. Jiang Ruosui, trailing several meters behind, couldn’t see the man’s face, but seeing the perilous situation, he rushed forward and reached out to pull him back, shouting:

“—Yun Yue’an!”

The urgent call echoed through the empty hospital room. Jiang Ruosui’s brain felt as if it were being slowly pierced by thousands of needles. Amidst the throbbing headache, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving. His forehead and back were drenched in sweat, the fabric of his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his back.

Jiang Ruosui pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling the dampness in his palm, and took a deep, ragged breath.

Sweat had matted his temples. Feeling sticky and unable to call out, he struggled to get out of bed by gripping the nightstand.

The VIP room was spacious, even equipped with a private bathroom. Jiang Ruosui stumbled along the wall to the bathroom, intending to splash water on his face and shake off the bizarre nightmare. But the moment his hand reached for the faucet, he seemed to sense something and whipped his head around.

The door to the room, which he was sure had been closed, now stood ajar, swaying slightly in the breeze and creaking. Through the gap, he could see the stark white wall of the corridor outside.

Jiang Ruosui’s face instantly darkened.

Though he had lost his memory, his mind remained sharp. He clearly remembered that when the caregiver left before he fell asleep, she had tightly shut the door. The door was of high quality, and there was no way the wind could have blown it open from the outside.

Could someone have come in while I was asleep?

Who would sneak in to see me like this?

Or could it be…

Those faint footsteps that kept circling my bed during my sleep.

Were they not just nightmares?

As Jiang Ruosui—once a “vegetative” patient after a car accident, former CEO of Jianghe Group, and heir to a wealthy family—realized this, countless possibilities of assassination flashed through his mind.

A surge of vigilance coursed through him. Gritting his teeth and enduring the discomfort in his body, he staggered to the bedside, pulled open a drawer, and retrieved a used mobile phone.

Though he had been in a coma for two years, the phone had been well-preserved. Jiang Ruoyan had even thoughtfully charged it, and when Jiang Ruosui powered it on, the battery showed full.

Jiang Ruosui wanted to call Jiang Ruoyan to report that a stranger might have entered his room, but his attempt was immediately thwarted.

His lock screen password blocked him.

Jiang Ruosui racked his brain, trying his birthday, student ID, and bank card password from memory, but all were rejected.

Seeing that one more failed attempt would lock his phone, Jiang Ruosui deflated, his fingertip hovering over the screen, hesitant to press the final digit.

Then, as if a sudden thought struck him, his gaze sharpened. His fingers trembled slightly as he recalled Jiang Ruoyan’s earlier description of his engagement and marriage. Finally, he forcefully pressed a sequence of numbers.

Unlocking successful.

The password was—

His and Yun Yue’an’s wedding anniversary.

Though amnesiac, Jiang Ruosui still understood himself well. Combined with Jiang Ruoyan’s earlier description, he naturally knew he was a scumbag who had used Yun Yue’an and then dumped him.

He was surprised that he had used his ex-wife’s anniversary as his lock screen password. But before he could dwell on it, the instant the phone unlocked, he was startled by the wallpaper.

The wallpaper showed a sleeping beauty.

The angle of the photo was clearly a candid shot. The sleeping beauty lay peacefully in someone’s arms, her soft, pale cheek pressed against their chest. With each gentle breath, a faint pink flush spread across her cheek.

His dark hair hung quietly, framing his face. The sleeping beauty’s skin was porcelain-white, his nose delicate, and his lips a soft crimson. Even with his eyes closed, one could imagine the breathtaking beauty of those closed eyes.

He looked… like a well-behaved, clingy rabbit.

Who… was he?

Jiang Ruosui’s gaze slowly settled on the photograph, a flicker of confusion passing through his pupils.

Jiang Ruoyan’s words before leaving resurfaced in his mind.

He had said that Jiang Ruosui was the one who had grown tired of Yun Yue’an after seven years and had initiated the divorce himself.

Yet the lock screen password was their wedding anniversary.

If this person were Yun Yue’an, his ex-wife, then according to Jiang Ruoyan’s account, their divorce was due to irreconcilable differences. So why would he keep Yun Yue’an’s photo?

Or was this person in the photo not Yun Yue’an at all, but someone he had been secretly having an affair with?

Could it be… Could it be that two years ago, he had truly been a top-tier scumbag, using up his wife and then kicking her aside?

Jiang Ruosui… Jiang Ruosui gripped his phone, his fingers suddenly numb.