I Won Big with the President Who Looks Like Me - Chapter 2

The Mysterious Identity of His Ex-Wife

I might be a scumbag, the thought flickered through Jiang Ruosui’s mind, only to be instinctively dismissed.

Though his memory was gone, as a man with strong morals and a normal sense of values, Jiang Ruosui knew that trust and fidelity were the cornerstones of marriage. He couldn’t possibly flirt with others while knowing he had a wife, nor would he brazenly set a photo of an affair partner as his wallpaper.

In this world, perhaps no one could be trusted, but Jiang Ruosui trusted himself.

With this thought, Jiang Ruosui lowered his head, his gaze returning to the wallpaper.

The beauty in the photo had raven hair and porcelain-white skin, inexplicably evoking Snow White sleeping in the forest.

She’s truly stunning.

If this person wasn’t his affair partner, then it could only be his ex-wife.

With such beauty, why did I ever divorce her?

Jiang Ruosui tried desperately to recall what had happened before he fell into a coma, but his brain, still recovering from its recent awakening, throbbed with pain at the slightest effort. His cerebral cortex felt as if it were being pierced by countless needles, triggering inexplicable palpitations.

Jiang Ruosui had no habit of inviting trouble upon himself. He forced himself to suppress the lingering doubt in his mind and opened his contact list, found “Jiang Ruoyan,” and dialed.

The moment the call was answered, Jiang Ruosui ignored Jiang Ruoyan’s boisterous greeting and quickly and concisely recounted the incident. Finally, he said in a low, serious tone:

“I… I might have been followed.”

Followed.

This was a matter that could cause panic even for ordinary people, but for a scion of a wealthy family like Jiang Ruosui, it demanded the utmost vigilance and precautions.

Whether the noises and sensations Jiang Ruosui had experienced in his semi-conscious state were his own imagination or a genuine threat, he couldn’t afford to downplay it.

After all… Jiang Ruosui had already been hit by a car once. Although the driver remained unidentified and it was unclear whether that incident had been an accident or a deliberate attack, one thing was clear:

Jiang Ruosui’s life couldn’t withstand another ordeal.

Though young, Jiang Ruoyan was no fool. Hearing his brother’s words, he immediately jumped up from his chair in a panic and hastily said:

“Brother, don’t panic! I’ll contact the hospital security right now.”

The hospital where Jiang Ruosui was staying was a facility owned by the Jianghe Group, giving Jiang Ruoyan sufficient authority to control the security system.

Jiang Ruosui hummed in acknowledgment, said, “Thank you for your trouble,” and hung up.

After hanging up, Jiang Ruosui’s heart gradually calmed.

Before long, footsteps suddenly sounded behind him again.

Jiang Ruosui’s heart tightened, and he instinctively turned around, his gaze sharp.

The door opened, and a person in light brown clothes came into view.

The caregiver, seeing Jiang Ruosui’s palm pressed against the headboard, his slightly long bangs obscuring his eyes and his expression cold, paused in surprise. The hand holding the hot water kettle tightened and loosened before he tentatively said, “Mr. Jiang?”

“Mm.” Seeing it was the caregiver, Jiang Ruosui’s tense nerves quietly relaxed. He stumbled a few steps and collapsed onto the side of the bed.

The caregiver quickly set down the hot water kettle and rushed over to help Jiang Ruosui lie down, tucking him in and pulling the blanket up to prevent him from catching a chill.

Watching the caregiver’s practiced movements, Jiang Ruosui remained silent for a long moment before finally asking softly, “When I was asleep earlier, did you come in?”

“No, I just went out to clean the limescale from the electric kettle,” the caregiver replied, his voice immediately tensing. He turned to look at Jiang Ruosui. “Did anyone come in while I was gone? Did they hurt Mr. Jiang?”

This is bad. It’s my responsibility to watch over Jiang Ruosui. If he got hurt while I was away, I’m screwed.

Hearing the caregiver’s anxious tone, Jiang Ruosui looked at his pale face at the edge of his vision. After a moment of silence, he shook his head gently.

Although Jiang Ruosui didn’t tell the caregiver about the suspected intruder, wanting to spare him the guilt, Jiang Ruoyan, upon receiving the call, immediately activated the hospital’s security system. He had the ward surrounded by three layers of guards, reviewed the surveillance footage, and was determined to find the person who had entered Jiang Ruosui’s room.

Unfortunately, the surveillance camera in the hallway had malfunctioned that day.

According to the hospital dean, the surveillance cameras hadn’t broken in two years. This one had just failed and was being repaired. No one knew how the intruder had found out about the broken camera and slipped into Jiang Ruosui’s room without a trace.

Jiang Ruoyan was furious. What does he mean by this? Is he implying that the person my brother mentioned is just a figment of his dreams? He was about to erupt when Jiang Ruosui stopped him.

“Let it go,” Jiang Ruosui said calmly, sitting on the bed. “Since there’s no concrete evidence that anyone entered my room or caused any harm, let’s just drop it.”

The implication was clear: he wouldn’t hold the Dean responsible.

The Dean, naturally overjoyed, apologized profusely and assured them he would strengthen the security system, install more cameras in the corridors, and ensure Jiang Ruosui’s safety.

Jiang Ruosui, nursing a headache, was indifferent to the matter, but Jiang Ruoyan disagreed. A few days later, news arrived that the Jiang Family intended to transfer him from the hospital to their home for recovery.

Jiang Ruosui was surprised. “Home for recovery?”

He glanced at his legs, which were still difficult to walk on, and hesitated. “This…”

“Don’t worry, brother. Uncle and Aunt have hired a professional rehabilitation medical team to come to our home and serve you exclusively.”

Jiang Ruosui, wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket adorned with riveted rings that clinked with every step, directed people to pack up his hospital room, taking only the essentials:

“When you get home, our whole family will take good care of you.”

Jiang Ruosui: “……”

Though he was reluctant to make such a fuss, Jiang Ruosui couldn’t resist his parents’ wishes and transferred his rehabilitation from the hospital to their home.

On the day of his discharge, Jiang Ruoyan pulled out all the stops. Not only did he provide ten bodyguards to escort Jiang Ruosui, but he also arranged a motorcade to surround his car, as if protecting a princess being sent off for a royal marriage. He was so paranoid about Jiang Ruosui being abducted by ruffians or criminals that Jiang Ruosui found the whole situation both absurd and amusing.

Is this really necessary?

Jiang Ruosui couldn’t fathom such a grandiose “discharging ceremony.”

But the Jiang Family cared nothing for his opinions. They were determined to keep him safe and sound.

In addition to the manor’s original security staff, Father and Mother Jiang assigned personal bodyguards to Jiang Ruosui and gave him strict instructions:

“Your only task now is to rest and recover at home. Don’t go anywhere.”

“If you want anything—to buy something, to play a game—just ask the butler or Jiang Ruoyan to get it for you. Absolutely do not go out alone.”

Jiang Ruosui: “……”

He shifted into a more comfortable position, gazing at his parents’ worried faces. He pursed his lips and smiled.

“Dad, Mom, I’m not some fragile porcelain doll. There’s no need to be so anxious about me.”

“In our eyes, you’ll always be a child who needs protecting.”

Father and Mother Jiang straightened up and spoke in unison:

“No going out until you’re fully recovered, understand?”

“Alright.” Even though Jiang Ruosui hated being restricted, he couldn’t bring himself to speak harshly to his concerned parents. He could only reluctantly agree.

Seeing Jiang Ruosui compromise, Father and Mother Jiang finally relaxed.

Just as they were about to retrieve the discharge gift they had prepared for him, Jiang Ruosui’s next words tightened their hearts:

“Dad, Mom, speaking of which… do you know this person on my phone’s wallpaper?”

With that, he pulled out his phone, lit up the screen, and showed the wallpaper to his parents:

“This person… is this my ex-wife, Yun Yue’an?”

Father Jiang: “……”

Mother Jiang: “……”

Under Jiang Ruosui’s puzzled gaze, Father and Mother Jiang’s expressions gradually darkened.

Especially Mother Jiang, whose blush was almost unable to conceal his pale complexion. Her fingers gripped the back of her hand nervously, leaving faint red marks:

“Ruosui…”

She looked at Jiang Ruosui with a tense expression, her voice trembling as she cautiously asked, “You… you lost your memory, didn’t you? How could you still remember this person?”

She even refused to say Yun Yue’an’s name, referring to him only as “this person.”

“I didn’t remember,” Jiang Ruosui replied. “Jiang Ruoyan mentioned him, and I guessed it was him after seeing the photo.” Seeing Mother Jiang’s expression, a mixture of anxiety and panic, Jiang Ruosui couldn’t help but frown. His fingertips tapped on the phone screen, making soft clicking sounds.

“So… he really is my ex-wife, Yun Yue’an?”

Father and Mother Jiang: “………”

They fell silent in unison. After a long pause, they began replying to his message noncommittally and stood up to leave:

“I’ll go check if the chicken soup is ready.”

“Suddenly remembered I have some work at the company. I’ll go deal with it now. We can talk later.”

Jiang Ruosui: “……”

He couldn’t help but freeze as he stared at the suddenly empty sofa.

Because he hadn’t touched the phone screen for so long, it gradually dimmed and finally went dark, obscuring Yun Yue’an’s face.

Although Father and Mother Jiang said nothing, Jiang Ruosui could tell from their reactions that the person on his phone’s wallpaper was his ex-wife, Yun Yue’an.

But why were his parents so reluctant to mention him?

The mysterious person who appeared at the hospital, the truth behind the car accident, the reason for his divorce from Yun Yue’an.

These mysteries piled up like a snowball, growing larger and larger, and even new complications arose, deeply troubling Jiang Ruosui.

He desperately wanted to know what had happened during the two years he had been in a coma.

However, judging by his parents’ unwillingness to mention Yun Yue’an today, it was clear he wouldn’t get the answers he needed from them.

Better to rely on oneself than on others. Jiang Ruosui resolved to uncover the truth himself.

He stood up, gripping the handrail, and slowly climbed the stairs.

Two years had passed, and technology had advanced rapidly. It took Jiang Ruosui some time to get the hang of his new laptop.

To unravel the mysteries of two years ago and recover his lost memories, the first step had to be finding the person at the center of the enigma, the one who had once been so closely tied to him.

Yun Yue’an.

The three characters were typed into the search bar, and the Enter key was pressed. In an instant, a flood of information about Yun Yue’an came pouring out, catching Jiang Ruosui completely off guard.

His eyes scanned the dense social news articles before settling on the person’s profile.

Yun Yue’an. Male. 28 years old.

A graduate of A University, renowned in China as a painter, writer, sculptor, and composer.

Jiang Ruosui paused, rereading the four titles. After a moment, he muttered, “How does he have so many titles?”

So my wife is a great artist after all.

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Jiang Ruosui scrolled down the page. The next line read:

Yun Yue’an, former wife of Jiang Ruosui, late president of Jianghe Group.

Jiang Ruosui froze. “?”

What the hell?

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Looking at his own hands resting on the keyboard, he blurted out in confusion, “How… How did I die?!”

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